"Let's begin..."
Casio has now adjusted his condition to its best.
Without hesitation, he directly picks up the bottle and opens the cap.
A pungent smell instantly leaps out, reminiscent of the exhaust from a diesel truck in his previous life. It isn't too unpleasant, but it certainly isn't pleasant. Hesitating for a moment, he drinks it down in one gulp.
He doesn't finish all of it, just half of it.
Casio smacks his lips, surprisingly, this pungent-tasting liquid is somewhat sweet. It doesn't taste too bad and is quite smooth.
Exhaling a diesel-like odor, he takes a slight breath. Instantly, a hot feeling floods from his mouth, swiftly spreading down his esophagus towards his stomach.
Casio's face reddens slightly as heat courses through his body. His back is covered in fine sweat beads, as is his forehead. In no time, his tight-fighting pants have been soaked through.
