Online Game: I Turn Monsters Into Food 10,000x Buffs

The bathroom door was still swinging when Liam heard the splasha massive, wet explosion that rattled the lanterns hanging from the ceiling and sent a wave of hot, soapy water sloshing across the floorboards toward his bare feet.

"Midnight is joining!"

"MIDNIGHT!"

Liam paused in the hallway, a towel slung over one shoulder, and listened. Water is still slapping against the sides of the new bathtub. Elizabeth’s voice is cracking.

"Don’t just! You can’t just there’s room, you idiot, there’s plenty of room without you jumping."

"Midnight likes cannonball."

"You got water in my mouth."

Liam moved toward the door. He stopped just short of it, bare feet on the wet floorboards, and listened to the water still settling. His tail swayed once behind him, brushing the doorframe as he leaned into the gap.

Steam rolled out. Warm and thick with lavender and something sweeter underneath. The lantern light caught the mist and turned everything soft.

They were in the tub together, the water up to their chests, foam piled so high it looked like someone had dumped an entire jar of soap. Midnight sat cross-legged at one end, bubbles clinging to her shoulders and the dark curves of her collarbones.

Elizabeth was at the other end, pink hair plastered to her neck, cheeks flushed the same colour.

They were laughing.

Midnight stared at Elizabeth’s chest. "Midnight thinks yours are bigger," Midnight said flatly, staring down at Elizabeth’s chest with the expression of someone comparing two steaks and finding hers slightly undercooked. "Midnight does not approve."

"They are not..." Elizabeth started, then glanced down at herself, and something complicated happened to her face. "I mean. I don’t, they’re normal. They’re perfectly normal!"

"Midnight’s are normal, yours are bigger."

"That’s not...that’s not a thing."

Liam chuckled.

Just a low rumble that started in his chest and came out through his nose. The sound of his laughter carried, and Elizabeth’s head snapped toward the door so fast that water splashed over the rim.

She shrieked.

The pink cat ears buried in her hair flattened against her skull. Her hands flew to her chest, then to her face, then back to her chest, and she sank deeper into the foam until only her eyes and the top of her head were visible.

"You! How long have you been standing there!"

"Long enough," Liam said, smirking.

Midnight stood up.

Water cascaded off her in sheets, and the foam went with it, sliding down the full length of her body in thick, clinging ribbons. It caught in the hollow of her throat, pooled in the dip of her collarbones, clung to the curves of her breasts and the lean muscle of her stomach before continuing its slow descent. A line of bubbles traced the inside of one thigh. She didn’t seem to notice or care.

"Master is here! Midnight is happy!"

She beamed at him, dripping, unabashed, radiant.

Liam looked at her. Looked at Elizabeth, who was still submerged up to her nose, pink eyes wide and pink-cheeked and watching him from behind her wall of foam. Looked at the steam rising off the water and the lantern light catching on wet skin and the way the tub was big enough for all of them.

’Okay, no way I’m not leaving.’

He was already hard. Had been since about the time Midnight ran to the bathroom naked, though honestly, the timeline was blurry.

His boxers were doing absolutely nothing about it, and the thin fabric was starting to feel like a suggestion rather than a barrier.

Liam stepped into the bathroom. The floor was warm under his feet. He dropped the towel on the hook and walked to the tub without warning, swinging one leg over the side, then the other, and lowering himself into the water between them. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The heat hit him all at once. It was deep, penetrating, loosening muscles he hadn’t realised were tight. ’Why do women always have such hot baths and showers? I’m pretty sure this is lava.

He settled into the middle with a low exhale, water rising to his sternum, foam gathering around his shoulders. Midnight immediately pressed against his left side, warm and slick and bubbly. Elizabeth, after a moment of wide-eyed hesitation, drifted closer on his right until her knee brushed his thigh under the water.

The tub was exactly the right size for them; it was borderline a pool.

For a while, nobody said anything. Steam curled. Water lapped. Liam leaned his head back against the rim and closed his eyes, and for the first time that day, he wasn’t thinking about grinding or cooking or guild politics or the fact that they were all permanently trapped in a medieval beast world with permadeath. He was thinking about how good hot water felt on his lower back.

Then Elizabeth shifted beside him. He felt the movement more than saw it, the subtle press of her shoulder against his arm, the way the water displaced around her body.

"I’ll... wash you." She hesitated a moment. "If you want."

He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

She wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at the wall, at the ceiling, at the lantern, at anything that wasn’t his face, and her cheeks had gone from pink to something closer to crimson. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth. Her pink eyes darted toward him once, briefly, wanting, electric and then away again.

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Status: Defensive Boxers: Overwhelmed.

The Steak Comparison Logic: Midnight completely abandoning all social decorum to critique Elizabeth’s chest size like "someone comparing two steaks and finding hers undercooked" has successfully shattered Elizabeth’s mental defenses. The system notes this [Bust Attribute Audit] forced the cat

to submerge herself directly to nose-level in shame.

The Magma Threshold: Liam stepping into the tub only to realize women systematically bathe at temperatures capable of melting high-tier plate armor has triggered the [Lava Survival Passive]. Despite the thermal damage, his local biology reacted instantly to Midnight’s naked sprint, rendering his current undergarments a "suggestion rather than a barrier."

The Tactical Fluster Flank: Elizabeth transitioning from a high pitched panic scream into a localized, bright-crimson offer to "wash his back" while intensely staring at the ceiling tiles proves her [Tsundere Combat Script] has fully short-circed. The system confirms that any further skin-to-skin friction under the cover of lavender foam will result in an eruption.