Ren is walking along the busy street, his palm wrapped in a bandage, even though the injury has healed already. A confident grin is stretched across his face, thinking about Elisha.
"Oh, Elisha... I'm waiting for our next encounter," the thought lingers, a surge of excitement running through him.
He had his way with Elisha, and as for today, he already has plans in mind for how he'd amuse himself.
Soon, the familiar sight of the restaurant comes into view. Ren pushes open the door and steps inside, the hum of kitchen work and chatter filling the space. As usual, Eva is standing near the counter, clipboard in hand, overseeing the staff with her sharp, no-nonsense expression.
The moment she spots Ren, her face twists in anger. "Where were you yesterday?"
Ren meets her gaze with calm confidence, offering a nonchalant shrug. "At my apartment."
His casual response only fuels her frustration. She crosses her arms, eyes narrowing as she glares at him. "Why didn't you come yesterday?"
Ren smirks, raising his bandaged hand to show her as though it's proof of his absence. "Look, I got injured yesterday, so I couldn't make it."
Eva stares at the bandage with clear skepticism, one brow arching in disbelief. "Oh, making excuses now, are we? Is that real, or did you just put that on for the show?"
Ren chuckles, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Come on, Eva. I'm really hurt. Otherwise, who in their right mind would skip work when the manager's as beautiful as you?"
The teasing lilt in his voice causes her to frown, but before she can respond, Ren makes a small, subtle gesture with his hand. A flick of his finger, almost unnoticeable to anyone watching. But it has an immediate effect.
Eva's breasts suddenly lift ever so slightly, then drop back down in an unnatural motion.
Eva gasps, her hands instinctively flying up to her chest. Her eyes widen in shock as she quickly glances around, trying to make sense of what just happened.
Ren, keeping his expression neutral despite the mischievous glint in his eyes, asks, "Oh, what's wrong, Eva?"
Her cheeks flush a soft pink, and she presses her lips together in embarrassment. "Just get lost and do your damn work." Her voice is flustered, a hint of confusion beneath the anger as she turns away from him.
Before leaving, Ren can't resist one more tease. He flicks his finger again, and once more, Eva's breasts rise slightly before falling back into place. She stiffens, startled, her hands reflexively moving to her chest again as she glances around in confusion.
Ren walks away with a sly grin on his face, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. Hehehe.
Ren sits on the chair in the back, waiting for the order to come in. His eyes scan the restaurant, noting the customers and the staff busy with their tasks. Just as he's settling into the routine, Leah, one of the younger employees, approaches him hesitantly.
She's about 17, with average features—nothing that really stands out to Ren. Her breasts and hips are modest, and her demeanor is shy, almost meek. What catches Ren off guard, though, is the concerned expression on her face.
"Hm... Ren…" Leah speaks softly, barely above a whisper. She hesitates, clutching something in her hands. "Is your hand hurting...?"
Ren raises an eyebrow, surprised that someone is actually speaking to him first—and with concern, no less. Usually, the staff ignore him or give him the cold shoulder.
"Yeah, a bit," Ren replies, playing along even though the truth is his hand doesn't hurt at all. "Why?"
Leah shifts on her feet, looking even more nervous. "Mmm… take this," she says, extending her hand to offer him a small container. "It eases pain."
Ren glances down at the balm in her hand, momentarily confused. It's a wound, not muscle pain, he thinks to himself, though he appreciates the gesture.
"It's a wound, Leah, not muscle pain. This won't help."
Leah flushes, clearly flustered. "Oh… I-I didn't know…" She bites her lip, her embarrassment palpable as she lowers her eyes.
Before Ren can say anything else, Eva's sharp voice cuts through the moment. "Leah! What are you doing over there?" Eva yells in her usual tone, icy. "Don't slack off and get back to work!"
Leah flinches, quickly pulling her hand back and clutching the balm to her chest. "S-sorry… I just... I thought…" she stammers, then quickly steps away. "Take care," she adds softly before retreating to the kitchen, her cheeks red from embarrassment.
Ren watches her go, mildly amused. "You're young, Leah," he muses to himself. "And not enough for me… but at least you're kind."
After some time, Eva calls out Ren. "Ren! Deliver these." She thrusts a set of orders toward him, her eyes narrowing as though she's still trying to make sense of the strange sensations from earlier.
Ren gives a slight nod, smirking as he takes the order from her. His mind lingers on Leah's awkward concern, but soon enough, he pushes it aside. There are far more entertaining things to think about—like what else he can do today.
Ren exits the restaurant with a small stack of packages in his bag. As he steps onto the sidewalk, the city's bustling energy greets him. The streets are alive with people hurrying to and fro, and his sharp eyes quickly pick out some of the most attractive women in the crowd.
As he rides his bike, Ren's gaze lingers on these women—each one a potential plaything for his ever-growing desires. One woman catches his attention immediately. She's tall, with long, flowing hair and legs that seem to go on forever. Her tight dress hugs every curve, accentuating her hips and chest.
"Wow, she's sexy," Ren thinks, his smirk widening. "A good target to have some fun with."
He imagines what it would be like to tease her as he did with Eva—perhaps lifting the hem of her dress just enough to make her panic, or giving her a soft nudge in a crowded street. But for now, he contents himself with just watching, appreciating her from afar as she disappears into a crowd.
As Ren moves from one delivery to the next, he encounters a variety of people. Some are men—rich businessmen or ordinary guys, none of them worth a second glance. But then there are the women. There's a blonde in her late twenties with sharp blue eyes, and Ren can't help but admire the way her blouse clings to her chest as she bends down to sign for the package.
"Beautiful, but too old for my tastes," Ren muses, but his eyes linger on her just a bit longer. "Still, a gorgeous woman."
His next stop brings him to a lavish apartment, and when the door opens, a woman in her early forties greets him. Her beauty is undeniable—her dark hair pulled back in an elegant bun, her lips painted a bold red. Though older, she has the air of someone who takes care of herself, and her presence radiates confidence.
"Now this one's intriguing," Ren thinks, his gaze sweeping over her figure as she takes the package from him with a polite smile. "Still in her prime, gorgeous even."
Throughout his deliveries, the faces and bodies of beautiful women swirl in his mind. Some are younger, some older, but all of them catch his attention in their own ways. Each delivery brings another opportunity to admire and assess, though none of them compare to the thrill he'd experienced with Elisha.
After finishing the last of his deliveries, Ren heads back to the restaurant, a playful smirk on his face.
At diner, he spots Eva behind the counter, her sharp expression focused as she scribbles something on her clipboard. The temptation is too great.
With a subtle flick of his finger, Ren uses telekinesis to lift the hem of her skirt just an inch or two—enough to reveal her thighs, but not enough to expose anything too scandalous. Eva immediately feels the movement and whirls around, her hand darting to pull her skirt down as she looks around the restaurant with wide eyes.
There's no one near her.
Her confusion is palpable, and Ren watches with barely concealed amusement as she frowns, scanning the room for any explanation.
"What's wrong, Eva?" Ren thinks to himself, chuckling internally. "Looking for someone?"
Eva shakes her head, clearly rattled, and gets back to her work, but Ren's not done yet. With another flick of his finger, he sends a soft pulse of telekinesis to her chest, causing her breasts to wobble slightly, then settle back down.
Eva gasps again, her hands instinctively flying to her chest as she feels the odd sensation. She looks around once more, panic flashing in her eyes as she struggles to understand what's happening. Ren's smirk deepens.
"Maybe a little more," he thinks, flicking his finger again.
This time, he directs a soft telekinetic slap to her buttocks. It's just gentle enough to feel like someone had passed by and brushed against her, but firm enough to make her jolt in surprise.
Eva whirls around, her face flushed, but again, there's no one near her. She's horrified now, her hand lingering on her skirt as if trying to protect herself from the unseen force. Ren watches the scene unfold, his chest swelling with satisfaction at the sight of her distress.
He's not doing this to get turned on—no, the real pleasure had already come from his time with Elisha. She had been every bit as beautiful as Eva, if not more so, and the thrill of true pleasure had far surpassed these little games. No, this is simply for fun, for the sheer joy of watching Eva squirm.
Ren then leans against the wall, waiting for his next delivery, his eyes drifting back to the kitchen where Leah is busy working. Every now and then, he catches her glancing at him, her face flushed with a shy expression.
"Is she interested in me?" Ren wonders, feeling the weight of her gaze. But then, his eyes sweep over her form—average breasts, a modest figure, nothing particularly striking. She's young, yes, but not beautiful enough to catch his interest.
"If she was," Ren thinks dismissively, "I would've done her by now. What a shame."
Leah's timid glances only serve to confirm his suspicions—she is interested. But she's not worth the effort. Not like Eva, not like Elisha. Ren's gaze shifts back to the front of the restaurant, where Eva is still visibly unsettled, her eyes darting around the room as if expecting the strange sensations to return.
With a satisfied smirk, Ren waits for his next chance to continue the game. For now, it's enough to simply enjoy the chaos he's sown, knowing that there's always more to come