Ethan gasped, blinking in surprise.
'Woah...'
He felt reinvigorated like he had just woken from a restful sleep. His body was brimming with vitality, and his thoughts were sharp.
The effects were truly remarkable.
'Well, this is nice,' Ethan mused, grinning slightly.
Then he paused.
"System, are there any negative side effects to using these potions?"
[No, because the materials used to make this potion complement each other, so there is no conflict.
As such, there are no major negative effects. Furthermore, because the materials complement each other, they will actually help you strengthen your body in the long term.
However, due to the high concentration of the materials, I would not recommend more than two vials per day as this may cause your body to not cope with the effects.]
"I see..."
Ethan nodded, satisfied. The last thing he wanted was to risk damaging his body.
"Well, guess I'll keep the last one for tomorrow," he murmured, stretching his arms.
'This feels so much better.'
The thought crossed his mind as he flexed his muscles, reveling in the rush of power that coursed through his veins.
'So much easier to move around...'
Feeling reinvigorated, he decided to call it a night and went back to the dining room.
However, as soon as Ethan reached the table, he froze.
Lilith stood by the fridge, her long, damp hair cascading over her shoulders, strands clinging to her smooth, porcelain skin. A few droplets of water still traced lazy paths down her collarbone, disappearing beneath the edges of her short, silky black bathrobe.
The thin fabric clung to her body, highlighting her full curves, while the loosely tied sash left just enough of a gap to hint at the deep valley beneath.
The robe's wide sleeves draped past her delicate wrists, the fabric swaying as she moved. It barely reached mid-thigh, leaving most of her toned, creamy legs exposed.
Every shift of her weight caused the silk to slide slightly, teasing glimpses of even more. The dampness from her recent shower made the material cling to her just enough to make Ethan's breath hitch.
"Welcome back, baby," she greeted with a playful, knowing smile, her deep crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.
Ethan's gaze flickered to her robe, and in an instant, memories of the night before surged into his mind. He swallowed hard—gulp—his throat suddenly dry as if all the moisture had vanished.
His jaw tensed, and he struggled to find his voice, forcing himself to meet her gaze rather than let his eyes wander.
"Mom," he said, his voice tight, trying to keep his composure.
Her outfit revealed far more than he was used to seeing, yet he couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Enjoyed your training?" she asked, tilting her head, her smirk sending a fresh wave of nervous energy through him.
"Y-Yeah, I did," Ethan responded, forcing the words out while doing everything he could not to focus on how ridiculously beautiful she looked.
Hearing this, Lilith walked over to the table, her hips moving in a slow, natural rhythm. With each step, her robe shifted just enough to tease, and the light scent of lavender mixed with something sweet filled the air.
Her expression softened, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Good," she replied, resting her hands on the edge of the table.
Ethan could feel his heartbeat quicken as she leaned forward, her chest straining against her robe. The thin fabric threatened to give way, and the loose tie at her waist was already loosening.
And you cannot blame him for this, as today is the first time he has seen her wear something so revealing like today, before although she wore skimpy outfits, they weren't to the point of being completely indecent.
"Well, have a seat. I saved you some dinner," she continued, gesturing to the plate of food in front of his usual seat.
"You did?" Ethan blinked, looking at the food.
"Of course. Can't have my baby boy going hungry."
Ethan chuckled nervously. "Right. Thanks."
He took his place at the table, watching as she sat opposite him. As she did, her robe slipped, revealing even more skin, the curve of her breast visible.
Ethan's breath caught in his throat, his mind struggling to stay focused.
'Get a grip,' he told himself, desperately trying to regain control.
Lilith seemed unfazed, casually reaching across the table, her slender fingers brushing against his wrist as she handed him a napkin.
"Here," she murmured.
Ethan accepted the offering, his pulse quickening under her touch. He couldn't help noticing her perfect, glossy pink lips, her cheeks lightly flushed, her eyes bright.
'She's enjoying this...'
"Thank you."
"My pleasure, darling," she purred, her smile widening.
There was something incredibly sensual about her tone.
"Are you thirsty, baby?" she asked, arching a slender brow.
'You have no idea.'
"Sure."
Without a word, Lilith stood up and strode over to the fridge, taking out a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Her robe hung low on her back, the silky fabric stretching taut, her rear straining against it. She leaned over, placing the pitcher on the table, and the sash at her waist gave way.
The robe slid off her shoulder, revealing a tantalizing expanse of skin. Her hair fell forward, cascading down her bare back.
Ethan could only watch in stunned silence as her robe shifted further, revealing more and more of her flawless figure.
'Just a little lower...
His gaze trailed downward, drinking in sight until the last sliver of cloth disappeared.
Lilith turned around, and Ethan's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing.
She smiled innocently, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
"Oops," she said softly, biting her lip.
'Fuck.'
Ethan's mouth went dry.
She was naked, save for the silken robe still draped over her arms.
'God, she's perfect.'
Everything about her was flawless.
Every inch of her was impossibly alluring.
Her slender legs were toned, her creamy thighs curving perfectly into her hips.
The smooth swell of her breasts drew his attention, the rosy tips standing firm and proud.
She was stunning, and every fiber of his being wanted her.
"Do you want me, baby?" she asked, a teasing smile curling her lips.