This should be beside Night Zero. Could it be that not using this ability for five years had altered its very nature?

The wisps of white steam curling past, the scalding air around him—it felt like stepping into a heavenly realm.

But the illusion shattered with a girl’s flustered whimper.

“Mmm…”

A breathy, utterly adorable sound. Under more… *steamy* circumstances, it would’ve driven any man wild.

But… *this was exactly that kind of situation!*

Kong tried desperately not to look at his startled girlfriend’s body wrapped in steam, yet his eyes betrayed him, drifting downward.

“…Heh heh heh.”

Still dressed in his daytime clothes, soaked to the bone at the bottom of the tub, Kong felt Night Zero chuckle beneath him, pinned and unable to move.

Her vibrant crimson hair floated in the water like silken ribbons. Those mysterious amber eyes—so deeply etched in his memory—perfectly matched her delicate, bewitching figure.

Her snow-pale skin flushed pink under the bath’s heat, the blush spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. *Definitely not just from the hot water,* Kong thought.

*So cute…*

*Really so cute…*

Anyone seeing Night Zero like this would’ve been utterly captivated, heart pounding with excitement.

Kong felt the same—but fought to keep it off his face.

His mind short-circuited, but the situation finally clicked:

Night Zero had been bathing. And he’d Spatial Shifted right onto her, pinning her beneath him.

“YAAAH! AH—!”

A deafening shriek blasted his ears. Kong jolted backward, stumbled against the tub, and crashed to the floor. Rubbing his throbbing skull, he slowly pushed himself up, standing in the steam-filled bathroom.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Kong opened his eyes.

Night Zero’s face was taut with embarrassment. Her fox ears twitched furiously, as if screaming silently. Her damp, slick tail—probably needing a wash—glistened under the water.

But… compared to *that*, Kong’s gaze locked onto the girl before him. Her bare form, unveiled by the swirling steam.

In the spacious bathroom, every exquisite curve lay exposed.

Flushed with shyness, her modest yet perfectly shaped chest trembled slightly.

Kong instinctively squeezed the water from his palm—and finally understood what he’d touched earlier.

“Hey…” A dangerously sweet voice cut through the steam. A terrifying smile surfaced.

One glance at that smile, and Kong couldn’t meet Night Zero’s eyes.

The killing intent radiating from her was bone-deep—more chilling than any enemy he’d ever faced.

*Run? No.* Fleeing now would make him a coward. Besides—he was her boyfriend! What was wrong with looking? And Night Zero… she seemed to have given up on modesty. Since he’d already seen everything, she stopped hiding, staring straight at him instead.

But no matter how hard Kong thought, no words came.

What he said next might decide his fate for the night.

*Should I compliment her first? With Night Zero’s personality… she’d probably get shy after praise.*

*Probably…*

“…Th-this… uh… it’s all really cute. Every part. Really pretty!”

Night Zero didn’t recoil. Instead, she grabbed a towel beside her, wrapping it around her body. *So she wasn’t giving up after all,* Kong realized with a pang of disappointment, as if something precious had slipped quietly from his heart.

“Then… compared to Estia…”

“Huh?”

Kong froze. He hadn’t expected that question.

*She really does care.*

Jealousy—no matter how well hidden—always found its moment to erupt.

“What do you mean…”

“Her chest.”

“Uh… hers is bigger, sure… but… I like yours better. Yours feel… nicer.”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Truthfully, he couldn’t tell which felt better to touch. But… touching Night Zero’s chest had been his *choice*. That softness was already seared into his memory.

“Good. Then you can pass out with pleasure now!”

*THWACK!*

A metal basin slammed into Kong’s face. The surprise attack left him defenseless—no, robbed him of his chance to feast his eyes. As his vision faded, he strained to look at Night Zero one last time… *Mmm… so nice…*

His body hit the bathroom floor with a thud. Above him stood the flushed Fox Maiden.

“Hmph.”

Night Zero pouted, cheeks burning. *How was she supposed to know he’d use Spatial Shift to appear beside her? How was she supposed to know “later” meant “right now”?* Glancing at Kong—whether truly unconscious or faking it—she shyly combed her wet crimson hair.

*He saw everything… my whole body.*

Yet a strange, warm joy bubbled inside her.

Head bowed in shame, she dashed out of the bathroom, leaving Kong sprawled on the tiles.