"I'm here," Kevin announced as he entered the room, food in hand. He kicked off his slippers at the door, placed the food on the table nearby, and continued, "I got you some bacon with blonde vanilla latte. It tastes sweet, don't tell me you don't like sweet now?" Kevin said, chuckling as he kept his gaze down.

Keith looked at him with a bit of a surprised expression. Kevin, hearing no response from her, finally looked up, and he was met with an even bigger surprise.

She stood there naked, water droplets glistening on her body. Her modest-sized breasts captured his attention, their pink buds still slightly wet and shining in the light. His gaze traveled down her muscular abdomen to her pierced navel and a light patch of golden hair below. His eyes continued downward, landing between her large, muscular thighs, where he found a distinct valley.

Keith caught Kevin checking her out with intense interest and said, "Wanna touch?"

Kevin nodded enthusiastically, unable to resist the temptation of touching her body. historical

"Why don't you drop dead first?" she said, her tone dripping with disdain, apparently unhappy about his morning wood she'd felt earlier.

Kevin began to walk towards her, saying, "I don't mind if I get to touch your heavenly body in exchange." He extended his hand toward her breasts.

But before his hand could make contact, she grabbed it and twisted his arm.

"Ahhh...hey, stop, you're going to break... hey, bitch, stop... I was just kidding... ahhh, now don't break it," Kevin yelped as his body twisted, and his arm felt like it was on the verge of breaking.

Keith released his arm, annoyance clear on her face. "Your buttering won't work on me."

"I wasn't even trying to flirt with you," Kevin retorted. "And don't act like men can control their urge to touch a naked woman if she offers herself."

"Yeah, right, is that what all men are like?" Keith said as she began to put on her armor. Kevin fell silent, choosing to watch her. He preferred watching women undress, but it didn't mean he minded seeing them dress, especially if they'd just been naked.

Kevin watched as she slid her long legs into the tight armor suit, bending forward as she pulled it up. This gave Kevin a glimpse of her anatomy, which he couldn't help but notice. When she got it stuck at her ample butt, she noticed Kevin staring and quipped, "Hey, lecher, what are you looking at?"

"Now I can't even look," Kevin lamented, feeling somewhat cheated.

"Why am I even doing this? Come help me put this on," Keith said, making Kevin excited. Eagerly, he grabbed the slim armor from near her butt, feeling its plumpness and softness as he helped her pull it up.

"Keith, you really have a big butt. Many girls would like to touch it," Kevin remarked, still looking appreciative.

"Yeah, I wish," Keith replied with a slightly downcast tone.

This took Kevin by surprise. "Why don't they?" he inquired.

Keith nodded while she pulled the armor up from the top, sliding it into place. She responded, "They don't? Most of the girls I've tried have rejected me, and it's quite embarrassing. You know, I've never slept with a girl."

Kevin was even more surprised. "So, you mean you're a virgin?" he asked incredulously, while admiring her muscular back, which lacked the defined definition of perfect muscle, maintaining an appealing softness of feminity.

"I didn't say I hadn't been with men before. Before I realized I liked girls, I had a few boyfriends here and there. But after that, it's been quite dry," she explained, sounding somewhat pathetic about her lackluster sex life.

Kevin grinned cheekily. "Well, why don't I change that? It could be beneficial for both of us," he suggested.

Keith chuckled and refused, smirking mockingly. She continued, picking up her coffee from the table. "Enough kidding around. Get ready for some training because your official training starts today."

Curiosity got the better of Kevin. "Then what was yesterday? It certainly felt like training when we were fighting those boar monsters."

"That was just a demo. From now on, we're getting into the real stuff," Keith said, her smile taking on a mysterious quality that sent a shiver down Kevin's spine.

His thoughts drifted back to the boar, and he pulled a red bottle from his ring. "Why didn't you tell me that the reward for hunting those sturdy boars was this potion?"

Keith, looking at the bottle with surprise, asked, "Why didn't you use it? It was meant for you."

Kevin, looking confused, responded, "I thought you wanted it. You didn't specify it was for me."

Keith explained, "Why would I need it? I'm already at a stage where this low-level potion wouldn't work on me." She took a sip of her coffee and added with a pleasantly surprised expression, "Oh, it tastes good."

"Thanks," Kevin said. "So, should I drink it now?"

Keith nodded, advising him, "Yeah, but do it in the bathroom and be prepared for the... aftermath." She muttered, "It smells really bad."

Puzzled, Kevin asked, "Aftermath? What do you mean? I've never used a Marrow Cleansing Potion before."

Keith simply replied, "You'll find out. Now, hurry up. We need to head to the forest." She resumed eating her bacon.

Upon hearing this, Kevin entered the bathroom, which was surprisingly well-designed for an inn like this. After briefly inspecting the surroundings, he retrieved the red potion and took a deep breath before emptying the entire bottle into his mouth.

"It's warm and hot," he commented as he consumed the potion. It left a spicy sensation on his tongue. Sitting cross-legged, he patiently waited for the effects to kick in. At first, he didn't feel much beyond a gradual increase in body temperature and some perspiration.

"What did she say about the aftermath? There's nothing," Kevin muttered in confusion, attempting to focus on the potion's effects. His body was becoming lighter and lighter, and soon he started to experience the aftermath, which was far from pleasant.