Then out of nowhere, Yuki asked. "Akira? What was that thing?" Her voice was barely audible over the running water.

Akira's hands paused on her ribs for just a moment before continuing their methodical cleaning.

He activated Silver Tongue instinctively, letting the skill guide his words into something believable, something that would satisfy her curiosity without revealing too much.

"I don't know exactly," he said, his voice taking on a tone of sincere confusion that felt real even though he had carefully planned and chosen his words and tone. "Like some kind of escaped... animal? Maybe from a lab or something? I've heard stories about experimental animals getting loose in the city."

"That didn't look like any animal I've ever seen."

"Me neither. But what else could it be?" He moved his soapy hands to her stomach, washing away the greenish residue with gentle circular motions. "The important thing is it's gone now. And you're safe."

Yuki turned slightly to look at him over her shoulder, water streaming down her face. "And that girl… Rina, she moved so fast. Like she wasn't..."

"Adrenaline," Akira interrupted smoothly. "People can do incredible things when they're scared. I've read about mothers lifting cars to save their kids. Rina's an athlete; her body just... reacted."

The explanation slid into place perfectly, especially with Silver Tongue's influence. Yuki's expression shifted from suspicious to thoughtful, then finally accepting.

"I guess that makes sense," she said quietly. "It all happened so fast. Maybe I'm just... making it seem more dramatic than it was."

"You survived something traumatic. Your brain is trying to make sense of it. That's normal." His hands moved lower, to her hips, carefully avoiding anything too intimate. "Just focus on getting clean and catching your breath. Everything else can wait."

"Okay." She faced forward again, letting him continue washing her back. "You're really good at this. Staying calm, I mean. When everyone else was panicking, you just... acted."

"Panic doesn't help anyone."

"Still. Most guys I know would've run."

Akira didn't respond to that.

His hands worked mechanically, washing away the slime, trying desperately to ignore the way water cascaded over her curves, the way her breathing had changed… deeper, slower, with little catches that suggested something other than fear.

He moved to her arms, lifting each one to wash the undersides, the sensitive skin of her inner elbows. She shivered again, and this time he knew it wasn't from cold.

"Turn around," he said quietly. "I need to get your front."

Yuki hesitated, trembling slightly in the warm shower, then slowly turned to face him. Water ran down the full curves of her breasts, drawing paths over her flat, firm stomach, and down to where her thighs met, hiding the wet warmth of her pussy lips.

Those lips were already swelling with unintended arousal. Her nipples stood out as hard, rosy points, begging for his touch.

A deep pink blush had spread across her chest and neck… a clear sign of the heat growing inside her, which had nothing to do with the hot water, but everything to do with how close he was and the vulnerability of the moment.

Akira tried to keep his eyes locked on her face, but the sight of her naked body… her curves wet and shiny, her skin flushed and sensitive, made his cock twitch inside his soaked pants. He rubbed more soap onto his hands until the lather foaming was thick and slippery. "Close your eyes," he said in a deep, husky voice.

She did, her lashes fluttering shut, lips parting slightly as her breath quickened.

He started at her collarbone, working the soap over her smooth, warm skin, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her chest. But as his hands moved lower, grazing the heavy swell of her breasts and the soft underside, he felt her breath hitch sharply.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her nipples hardened even further from the accidental brush of his thumbs.

He couldn't resist.

His hands lingered there, cupping her full tits fully now, the soap making them slick and easy to massage. He gave them a firm press and squeeze, feeling the soft flesh yield under his palms, her hard nipples pressing into his skin like diamonds.

The feeling of them in his hands was intoxicating… soft but firm, bouncing slightly with each gentle touch. Yuki let out a low moan, her back arching instinctively, pushing her breats further into his hands.

Her pussy clenched with a fresh wave of wetness that ran down her inner thighs, mixing with the shower water.

In that moment, Akira's mind flashed back to one of his first choices after getting the system… that 'accidental' grab in the gym, when he'd tried to help her from falling and pressed her boobs, feeling their warmth and give for the first time.

The memory hit him hard: the soft, pillowy sensation, the way her body had jolted with surprise but lingered just a second too long. All the choices from there had led straight to this: her, naked and aroused under his hands.

"Akira-kun," she whispered, breaking his train of thoughts.

"Almost done."

His hands moved to her stomach, washing away the last of the slime residue.

"I feel like I'm going crazy," Yuki said suddenly with her eyes still closed. "We almost died. I should be terrified. I should be crying. But instead I just feel... alive. Like every nerve in my body is on fire."

"That's the adrenaline too. It'll pass."

"Will it?" Her eyes opened, meeting his. "Because right now, all I can think about is how you're the first person who's ever really seen me. Not the girl who developed too early, or the beauty who rejects everyone. Just... me."

Akira's hands stilled on her waist. "Yuki…"

Then without warning, she kissed him.

It was sudden and desperate; her lips pressing against his in a rush that took his breath away. Her hands came up to his face, holding him as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his.

For a second, Akira's body responded before his mind could catch up. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, feeling her naked body press against his soaked clothes. She made a small sound against his mouth that sent heat straight to his cock.

Then she broke away, breathing hard, her eyes wide with shock.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean to… I don't know what… I'm just so overwhelmed and you're here and…"

"It's okay," Akira said, his voice sounding strained. "You're not thinking clearly. Everything that just happened, it's…"

"I know. I know I'm not thinking clearly. But I also know that I wanted to do that." She looked up at him, water dripping from her hair. "Is that wrong? To want something good after something terrible?"

Before Akira could answer, a sharp knock came from the bathroom door.

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