2/2

Hayato seriously suspected that Kate had been mutated too. Her stamina was terrifyingly good.

The red waves churned, one great swell after another.

Leaning against the headboard, Hayato felt like he should smoke a cigarette for the mood. But neither he nor Kate had that habit, so all he could do was stare stupidly at the ceiling.

Peter sent another message, asking why Hayato still had not arrived.

Tch! With a beautiful woman in his arms, who had time for tech nerds like them?

Still, Hayato eventually got up and took another shower.

Why another?

While he was washing, the bathroom door opened a crack, and a water-snake-like body slipped inside.

"Stop messing around!"

Hayato scolded her, then could not resist joining in himself.

After the shower, Hayato felt like he had nearly scrubbed his skin off.

No wonder the ancients said, "Spring nights are too short; the sun rises high, and from then on the king no longer attends morning court." For young men, it was more than simply getting a taste and craving more. To force himself out of bed, Hayato did not put on a bathrobe after showering. He changed straight into casual clothes, even putting on his shoes.

"Going out?" Kate lay on her side on the bed. The smooth silk could not contain the even smoother snow-white skin beneath it, half-hidden and half-revealed, like mountains welcoming spring after winter, vibrant life surging beneath the winter snow.

Hayato thought of a line of poetry: Viewed from the front, a ridge; from the side, a peak. From near and far, high and low, each view was different.

Just one glance nearly pulverized his firm resolve to leave. With one glance, Hayato hurriedly looked away and squatted down, pretending to tie his shoelaces.

What a temptress!

"Meeting some