Then, suddenly, the gentle lingering turned into something wild. Alex didn't wait anymore.

He parted her lips with his own. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth! It was a wet, hot invasion.

His tongue was like a confident snake exploring a cave. It swirled around her tongue, dancing a tango with it. It tasted like chicken stew and raw masculinity.

Violet's brain instantly went to cloud nine. It short-circuited completely. She couldn't think. She could only feel.

And oh my god, what she felt was crazy!

While his mouth was busy devouring her mouth, she felt his hands moving. She felt his big, rough hand move down to her waist.

She felt him pulling the string of her modest robe. Swish. The knot came undone instantly!

She felt the cold air hit her skin, and then she felt his warm hand sliding down her stomach. It went lower and lower until it reached her secret garden!

'Oh! Oh my god! He is doing it! He is rubbing me!'

Violet's eyes rolled back in her head. His finger was magic. It was rubbing her pussy with such expert skill. It was fast, it was hard, and it was exactly what she needed.

She couldn't hold it back. Her knees started to shake violently. Her breath got stuck in her throat. The pleasure built up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Mmphhh!"

She moaned into his mouth. And then, it happened. She came! She actually came right there against the wall! Her body shuddered and spasmed in a wave of pure ecstasy. It was a massive explosion of fireworks in her brain.

As she was riding the high of that climax, panting for air, Alex pulled his lips away. Smack.

He stood back a little bit. He had a satisfied, handsome smirk on his face.

Violet leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving up and down. She felt weak. She slowly looked down at her body. She expected to see her robe wide open. She expected to see her naked skin exposed to the cold air because he had just untied it and rubbed her, right?

But when she looked down... she gasped.

Her eyes popped open. Her robe was... intact?

The knot at her waist was tied perfectly. It was tight. It looked like it had never been touched. Nothing was missing. Her skin was covered.

'What? How? But I felt it! I swear I felt his hand inside! Did he tie it back up that fast? Is he a ninja? Or was I hallucinating because the kiss was too good?'

She looked at him with total confusion and shock. She was bewildered.

Violet stared at the knot on her waist. She touched it with trembling fingers. It was tight. It was perfectly tied in a double loop. It was exactly how she had tied it before she opened the door.

Her brain froze. It stopped working completely.

'Wait... wait a minute,' she screamed inside her head. 'If the robe is tied... and his hands are right there by his sides... then... then he didn't touch me down there?'

She looked at Alex's hands. They were resting calmly at his sides. They weren't wet. They weren't near her robe.

'Oh my god! I imagined it? I hallucinated it?!'

Violet felt her face turning redder than a ripe tomato. The realization hit her like a brick falling from a building. She didn't get rubbed. She didn't get touched by his magic fingers. It was all in her head! Her mind was so lost in the pleasure of the deep kiss that it literally invented the sensation of his hand!

She had come... just from the kiss!

'Again?!' she shrieked silently. 'It happened again! Just like this morning! I reached a climax just because his lips touched my lips! I am broken! I am a pervert! How can a mother be this sensitive? How can a simple kiss make my body react like I was having full sex? I am the lewdest woman alive!'

She felt so ashamed, but her body still felt amazing. Her legs were still shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm that came from nowhere.

Alex saw her confusion. He saw her looking at her robe and then at him. He knew exactly what was happening in her dirty little mind. He smirked a very handsome, very arrogant smirk.

'Yes, yes...get confused like that. Imagine that I made you cum just from a kiss....wait, it would be possible to make someone cum from kissing, right?'

[It is very possible, boss. But of course, you need that much higher sex appeal.]

'I see...'

He leaned in one last time, close to her burning ear.

"You taste very sweet, Mummy," he whispered, his voice deep and raspy. "Much sweeter than the chicken stew. You taste like dessert."

He pulled back and gave her a wink. A slow, sexy wink.

"Goodnight, Mummy. Sweet dreams."

Alex turned around on his heels. Spin. He walked away down to the stairs towards his room. He walked with a confident stride, his hands in his pockets, whistling a silent tune. Thud. Thud. Thud. Then he opened his door and went inside. Click.

Violet was left alone in the hallway.

She couldn't stand up anymore. Her legs finally gave up. She slid down the wall slowly until she was sitting on the floor. She covered her face with both her hands.

"I am hopeless..." she whimpered to the empty air. "I really came from a kiss... twice."

...

Back inside the safety of his room, Alex immediately went to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and filled the tub. Splish splash. He took a deep, hot bath that his body much, much needed. He soaked his tired muscles in the steaming water.

It wasn't just to wash away the sweat from the heat of the sun. No, it was to wash away the filth of this extremely long, crazy day.

He scrubbed his skin hard. Scrub, scrub. He was washing away the drama of the morning with Juliana. He was washing away the annoyance of standing in that long, stupid queue at the bank.

He was washing away the pure anger and rage he felt about getting scammed by those dirty, low-life Milk Terrorists! He hated them!

Then there was the sweat from pounding Lily, which was actually a good kind of filth, but still needed washing. Then there was the bar stuff with the drunk party members. And finally, the confusing and lewd encounter with Violet just now in the hallway.

'Man, what a day,' Alex sighed, sinking lower into the bubbles. 'It was a very, very long day. I am exhausted.'

After taking the long bath and drying himself off with a fluffy towel, he changed his clothes. He put on a pair of simple, comfortable shorts. He didn't wear a shirt because he wanted to let his skin breathe. He walked over to his bed and flopped down on the soft mattress. Bounce.

As he lay there staring at the wooden ceiling, he decided it was time. He closed his eyes and mentally called out.

'System! Get out here!'

Immediately, a blue transparent screen popped up in front of his face. Ding!

[Yes, Boss! What is up? I am here! I assume you are finally ready to talk business? You are finally ready to know what this amazing System is all about and what your legendary Alchemy power is, huh?]

The System sounded very excited. It was like a puppy waiting for a treat.

'That is correct,' Alex thought back. 'Let's start with the simple matter first. I have been ignoring it all day because of the drama. Tell me about this Alchemy skill. You said I am supposedly very proficient in it...'

[Proficient? Boss, you are underselling it! This body of yours is absolutely gifted in the art of alchemy! It is a cheat code! Let me explain the backstory.]

[When the original Alexander was just a little kid...]

The System began to explain the lore. Basically, the original Alexander was a massive nerd.

He was a total bookworm. He didn't play outside with the other kids; he sat inside and read books about herbs and potions.

And the best part? He had a super memory! He had a photographic memory!

He could remember every single alchemy ingredient, every weird root, every colorful flower, and every magical concoction that he ever read about. He read it once, and boom, it was stuck in his brain forever.

It was his lifelong passion to be a genius alchemist, and somehow, all that studying actually came to fruition.

[It is crazy, Boss! You basically have a database in your head!]

Alex listened and realized how OP (Overpowered) this was.

He could basically remember exactly what ingredient is needed for any potion. He knew exactly how much is needed—down to the last gram!

He knew what kind of pot is needed, what temperature the fire needs to be, and what direction to stir the spoon.

He could do all of this without ever referencing a book! He didn't need recipes! He was the recipe book!

And that wasn't all. He also had the "Eye of the Alchemist." He could look at the ground in a forest and instantly identify herbs.

'Oh, look, that's a healing weed!' 'Oh, look, that's a poison mushroom!'

He could see and identify alchemy items easily while other people would just see grass.

[You can make anything, Boss!]

The System continued to hype him up.

[You can make powerful Health Potions to heal wounds instantly! You can make Rage Potions to make people fight harder! You can make Mana Potions! You can make literally anything simply with the right ingredients! You are that great!]

Alex grinned in the dark.

'So... I am a walking, talking potion factory. Nice.'

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