Alicia yawned, her mind still foggy.

Though Larry’s movements seemed suspicious, she didn’t overthink it.

Forgetting her current female form, Alicia began undressing.

Back in their past life, this would’ve been perfectly normal—they’d seen each other naked countless times.

Garment by garment peeled away. Once completely exposed, Alicia called out to Larry: "Hey, is the water still warm?"

"W-warm! Still warm!"

Larry’s gaze locked onto that flawless, snow-white expanse. He licked his dry lips, feeling his little brother stir awake.

"Haaah~ Off to wash then."

Naked and oblivious, Alicia’s eyes fixed only on the steamy bathroom. She stumbled inside on unsteady feet.

Outside, Larry froze like a statue. He wiped his nosebleed. *Damn… she’s way too tempting like this?!*

He took deep breaths, struggling to calm himself.

…

Inside the bathroom, the hot water had cleared Alicia’s head—but old habits died hard. She still saw nothing wrong with stripping in front of Larry.

Now utterly captivated by her reflection: *Is this breathtaking beauty in the mirror really me?!*

*If it weren’t me, I’d marry her in a heartbeat!*

She began a meticulous inspection of her new body.

Touching others in the Red Chamber was routine, but touching herself felt… strange. And overwhelming.

This body was *too* sensitive!

A lewd gasp nearly escaped her lips—she clamped a hand over her mouth just in time. The rushing water drowned it out. Larry probably hadn’t heard.

*What the hell are you doing, idiot?!*

Alicia scolded herself. Her relaxed bath-time mood evaporated.

She hastily rinsed off and stepped out.

Outside, Larry wrestled with his thoughts: *Should I warn her to be more careful? Or just… enjoy this heavenly blessing? Or maybe… unleash the beast?*

The bathroom door swung open. A freshly bathed beauty stood before him, utterly unguarded.

Larry’s nose erupted crimson. Eyes rolling back in bliss, he collapsed to the floor.

Alicia panicked—she’d never seen Larry bleed this much.

*Did he sustain hidden injuries in the Demon King’s castle?*

No time for clothes. She rushed to his side, spamming Yuan Techniques.

*Water Healing. Allah’s Blessing…*

(Healing flesh wounds. Purging curses.)

She threw every cure she knew—from body to soul—at him.

Larry’s hand suddenly seized hers. Alicia gasped: "Larry! Are you okay?!"

His eyes fluttered open. Anxiety painted her stunning face. He meant to say *I’m fine*, but his gaze dropped—and froze on two mounds of fan-service justice.

His body moved before his mind could stop it. His hand scaled one peak at lightning speed.

*So soft… so springy…*

That was his last coherent thought before the world spun. A sharp *thud* echoed as his head slammed the floor.

Larry was embedded upside-down in a shattered tea cabinet—Alicia’s judo throw had launched him there.

Crimson flooded her pale cheeks. She glared at the dazed Larry. *I was so worried about him… and the first thing he does is grope me?!*

*Where’s that so-called purity now? Hypocritical beast!*

She yanked a bathrobe on, knuckles cracking as she advanced.

Pain snapped Larry back to reality. Cold sweat drenched him. He swallowed hard: "It was a misunderstanding! You understand, right?"

Dark aura swirled around Alicia—darker than Mitchell’s Yuan Staff.

"Understand? Heh heh… Of course I understand. How could I *not*?" Her voice dripped ice. "For old times’ sake, I won’t kill you."

"Could you… go a *little* lighter?" Larry pleaded.

Alicia hauled him up. "After *that*? I’m testing the ‘physical amnesia method’ I heard about online!"

Larry shrieked as her fist rose: "N-no! Don’t—!"

A thunderous crash shook the room. Thanks to the soundproofed, secluded suite, no one came to check.

…

Thirty minutes later, Larry sat bruised on the half-destroyed bed.

Alicia glared while healing him with Yuan Techniques.

"Turns out the internet lied. ‘Physical amnesia’? I hammered your head hard enough—I should’ve erased your memories!"

"You nearly erased my *life*!" Larry grumbled.

Her eyes blazed. "And whose fault is that?! I treated you like a brother, and you—you *pervert*!"

Larry flinched. "I lost my mind! I’m a total virgin! How’s any guy supposed to react when a naked goddess crouches within arm’s reach—with *that* shape?! Brothers don’t matter in that moment! Besides, didn’t we joke in our past life: *‘If reborn as a girl, let your bro have a taste first’*?"

"*Mitchell!*"

Alicia summoned the Yuan Staff with a furious gasp.

"Hey! Fresh-from-the-bath young lady! What’s the—"

"Shut it!" She gripped Mitchell’s shaft, cutting off his flattery. Buffs flared around her as she aimed at Larry.

Larry sat rigid—then paled as the staff drifted from his head… down to a very vital region.

"Wait! What are you—?!" He grabbed her wrist, forcing it upward.

"You beast!" Alicia snarled, wrestling the staff down. "Not only won’t you change me back—you’re *leering* at me! Craving my body! I’ll confiscate your *tool of the crime*!"

"Oho! Angry mistress! I recommend Corrosion Art! Nothing teaches scum like this a lesson!" Mitchell cackled.

"Corrosion Art… Yes! Which Yuan Technique converts to that?"

"No! Please! Think of the children—!"

…

*Huff… huff…*

Alicia collapsed onto the only intact bed, breathless. Larry’s ‘Specialized’ Essence Force path lacked versatility, but doubled his physical strength, defense, and resistance to curses—no drawbacks, unlike her technique-heavy style.

Outmatched but undeterred, she killed him with her glare.

*Stare.*

Larry shifted. "…Aren’t you exhausted? Get some sleep."

"Beast."

Alicia tightened her robe, seeking safety. The phantom warmth on her chest flared—like his hand still lingered there.

Blush surged up her neck. She bit her lip. "*Scum!*"

She turned her back on him. Out of sight, out of mind.

Larry curled on the broken bed, watching her silhouette.

His traitorous hand hovered before his eyes. "*She’s my brother,*" he muttered, voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz. "*Patience, you idiot. Wait until she’s willing.*"

He shrank into the corner, sinking into deep sleep. Today had drained him too.