CHAPTER 73: REWARDS: MISSION PREPARATION

Neither of us moved at first.

Her forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled, heartbeats racing. My hands were still locked around her waist, holding her up — holding her close — like if I let go, the moment might dissolve.

The water kept pouring around us, steam curling like silk. But all I could feel was her. Her skin against mine. Her heartbeat. Her breathing. The slight tremble still running through her thighs as her body clung to me, pulsing and warm and perfect.

I brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek. She blinked slowly, her eyes still glossy from the high. There was a softness there now... something fragile.

I kissed her. Not like before — not hungry or demanding.

Just soft. Still.

She melted into it like her whole body sighed.

"I love you," I said again, this time slower. Like I was handing her something sacred.

Her eyes fluttered open. "I know," she whispered. "I felt it."

I lowered her gently to the floor, keeping her close as her legs wobbled slightly. She giggled quietly — a sweet, breathy sound — and rested her forehead against my chest.

"I can’t feel my knees," she mumbled, voice half-melted from aftershocks.

I smiled and cupped her face, guiding her under the water again. It streamed over her hair and down her shoulders, washing away everything — but not what we just did.

That was etched into us now.

I reached for the body wash, lathering it between my hands. She watched me, eyes sleepy and adoring, letting her arms hang loose at her sides like she’d given up even trying to act like she wasn’t completely undone.

"Turn around," I said gently.

She obeyed with the kind of trust that made my chest ache.

I started at her shoulders, massaging the soap in slow circles. Down her back, over her sides, brushing the outer curve of her breasts cupping them before sliding to her hips. She shivered, leaning into my touch as water poured down on us like we were under damn waterfall.

"Feels good?" I asked softly against her ear.

"Mmhmm," she hummed. "You touching me like this... feels like I completely belong to you."

"You do," I murmured. "Even when I’m gentle."

Her fingers reached back blindly, finding my thigh, like she needed to keep that contact while I worked. I cleaned her legs next, trailing my hands slowly, teasing behind her knees just to hear her squeak a little.

When I turned her to face me again, I paused — just to take her in.

The way water glided down her collarbone. The soft rise and fall of her chest. Her flushed cheeks and messy hair.

She looked like chaos in goddess form.

And she was mine.

"Your turn," she whispered, eyes glinting now with a trace of fire again.

She took the soap from my hands, pressed it to my chest, and began her own slow exploration. Her fingers made lazy, swirling circles — over my pecs, down the lines of my abs, following the deep cut of my V-line like she’d traced it a hundred times in her head before today.

"You’re built like a sin," she mumbled, almost to herself. "But you look at me like I’m the only holy thing in the room."

I couldn’t help it. I kissed her again.

This one longer.

Slower.

Her hands slid to my back, pulling me into her as our bodies pressed tight again — not for sex, not anymore. Just need.

She washed my hair next, up on her toes, giggling as she massaged my scalp.

And I let her.

Because in this moment — after everything — I didn’t want to lead. I just wanted to feel her love me back.

When we finally shut the water off, she reached for a towel, wrapping it around my shoulders like I was something delicate. Then pulled another around her own body, tucking the edge just above her chest, her wet hair dripping down her collarbone.

I picked her up princess style without warning.

She yelped. "Peter!"

I smirked. "You’re not walking on legs that still don’t work."

She rolled her eyes but curled into me, warm and happy and glowing.

And as I carried her into her room, her arms looped around my neck, she whispered,

"I think I’m going to remember this morning every time it rains."

I looked down at her.

"You better," I said. "Because I plan to make you remember me for the rest of your life."

As I set Madison gently on her bed, she curled up in her towel like a satisfied cat while I checked my phone for the time. That’s when the familiar system notification appeared in my peripheral vision.

[DING! Sexual Activity Completed]

[Location: Private Bathroom!]

[Intimacy Analysis:

Shower Sex (Advanced Position): 300 SP

Extended Passionate Session: +100 SP

Emotional Connection Bonus: +150 SP

Multiple Orgasms: +200 SP

Total Earned: 750 SP]

[Previous SP Balance: 270 SP

New Balance: 1,020 SP]

Holy shit. 750 SP from one session? The system was definitely rewarding quality over quantity, and apparently emotional connection was worth serious points.

"You’re smiling like you just won the lottery," Madison observed, toweling her hair. "What’s got you looking so satisfied?"

"Just thinking about how perfect this morning has been," I said, which was technically true.

"Mmm~, perfect is right," she agreed, stretching like a cat. "Though I might need a nap before we do anything else today."

*

"Actually," I said, sitting on the edge of her bed, "we should probably get ready. I ordered some things for today that should be delivered soon."

"What kind of things?" Madison asked, suddenly alert with curiosity.

"Supplies for our teacher mission," I said. "Professional-looking stuff that’ll help sell the whole cover story for the mission."

Right on cue, the doorbell rang downstairs. Maria’s voice carried up, calling that there was a delivery.

"That’ll be my order," I said, heading for the door. "Get dressed in something casual but nice. We’ve got a liberation mission to execute."

*

Twenty minutes later, I was staring at myself in Madison’s full-length mirror, wearing Dark Lord Peter’s designer clothes even though I was still in my regular form.

The black button-down shirt hung a bit loose on my enhanced-but-not-supernatural frame, and the dark jeans were slightly baggy around my thighs where my transformed self would fill them perfectly.

"Fuck, these clothes are nice," I muttered, adjusting the collar. Everything was designer - Tom Ford shirt, Saint Laurent jeans, even the underwear was some expensive Italian brand that felt like silk against my skin.

"You look incredible," Madison said, emerging from her walk-in closet in an outfit that made my brain short-circuit momentarily.

She’d chosen a fitted sweater in soft gray that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with high-waisted jeans that made her legs look endless. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she’d done her makeup just enough to look effortlessly beautiful.

"The whole ’concerned girlfriend helping her boyfriend with fucking his teacher’ look," she said, giving a little spin. "Think Mrs. Rodriguez will buy it?"

"If she doesn’t, she’s blind," I said, pulling Madison close for a kiss that tasted like mint and promises.

We gathered the supplies I’d ordered.

"Ready to liberate a sexually frustrated teacher?" Madison asked, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

"Born ready," I replied.

We headed out to Madison’s garage, but instead of the Range Rover or BMW I was expecting, she led me to a sleek black Audi that looked like it belonged in a spy movie.

"New ride?" I asked, running my hand along the hood.

"Dad’s car," Madison said, tossing me the keys. "Figured we should switch it up. Plus, this one has tinted windows - better for surveillance."

The drive to Mrs. Rodriguez’s neighborhood felt different this time. Yesterday we’d been gathering intel and setting up the foundation. Today, we were implementing a plan that would change my teacher’s life forever.

"You nervous?" Madison asked as we cruised through the middle-class streets where normal people lived normal lives, completely unaware that a supernatural sexual liberator was about to operate in their midst.

"Excited," I corrected. "Mrs. Rodriguez has been suffering for four years. Today that ends."

"My boyfriend, the sexual savior," Madison said with a smile that was equal parts pride and amusement. "God, I love you."

"I love you too," I said, parking a few houses down from Mrs. Rodriguez’s place. "And after today, you’re going to see exactly what your man is capable of."

We sat in the Audi, windows tinted dark enough to provide perfect cover, and waited. Mrs. Rodriguez’s house looked quiet - no husband’s car in the driveway, no kids’ bikes on the lawn. Just one sexually frustrated woman going about her Saturday routine, completely unaware that her salvation was parked 200 feet away.

"Now we wait," I said, pulling out my phone to check the surveillance feeds I’d planted yesterday.

Through the hacked cameras, I could see Mrs. Rodriguez moving around her kitchen in yoga pants and a tank top, making coffee and looking like every fantasy I’d had about sexually neglected housewives.

"How long do we wait?" Madison asked.

"Until the moment is perfect," I said, watching my teacher’s every move. "And then we change her life forever."

The mission was about to begin.