Louis moved in a frenzy.
Mopping, wiping, sanitizing, washing, dusting off cabinets and furniture—only desire and determination fueled his heart and body.
Smudges of dirt and chemical solutions mixed on his pajamas. Patches of the linen fancy clung to his skin, displaying patches of his lean body.
At last, he knitted the last disposable garbage bag and hauled it into the corridor, inspecting the results of his efforts.
The first floor was sparkling clean, and with the windows in the kitchen and guest bathroom open, fresh air circulated freely through the cold interior of the house.
Louis pulled out his phone to check the time, and he couldn't help but whistle and wipe away his sweat.
"I can't believe it's been three hours!" Louis exclaimed, only to hear a light chuckle from the staircase.
Mrs. Rosewood descended the staircase with four disposable bags, plump and full, in her hands.
She removed the dirty plastic apron and thick gloves from her hands, and they were most likely upstairs in his bedroom.
Mrs. Greenwood arrived by Louis' side and rested the garbage bags on the floor, sighed, and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief while winking at Louis.
"Well, your room is finished, which leaves the rest of the second floor– oh!!!…"
Louis hugged Mrs. Greenwood tightly, his face smoothing the crook of her neck as he felt his chest squeezing into her maternal milkers through the layers of clothing.
It was tight and quick, and before her stiff body could react, he kissed her cheek like any son would have kissed their mother before skipping his way upstairs.
"Go and rest, Auntie! I'll start with the other rooms first," his cheerful voice echoed in his wake.
It took Mrs. Greenwood a few seconds to react to the strongly expressed physical intimacy, but Louis was already heading upstairs.
She shook her head, thinking that she indeed deserved to rest a little. However, she recalled that Louis had yet to have breakfast, which wasn't hard to guess.
She pulled out her phone and made a few delivery orders for vegetables, fish, condiments, and other cooking necessities.
Mrs. Greenwood decided to rest in the living room and watch the news until the delivery arrived, then she would proceed with cooking a light meal as lunchtime was fast approaching.
Time slipped by, and after another hour of intensive cleaning, Louis finally made it back to his bedroom.
Sweating and tired, and remembering that Mrs. Greenwood wanted him to pack up the laundry, Louis thought of a possible solution to increase the impression bar.
"Since it worked with the class president, there's no reason it shouldn't work on her, right?" Louis murmured, already feeling excited.
For now, Louis couldn't think of a better way to leave an impactful impression on someone other than to shock them with his naked body.
With that thought in mind, he stripped naked in a split second before tossing his pajamas into the bag prepared for his clothes.
Mrs. Greenwood was considerate enough to leave a shirt, tank, jeans, and male boxers on the bed for when he returned for a shower.
After thinking for a bit, he left the clothes outside and moved into the bathroom, bringing out the towels and stowing them away into the bag just as well.
Afterwards, he dusted off his hands and entered the shower chamber for warm, long shower.
Only when he later heard Mrs. Greenwood knocking on the bathroom's door and inviting him to come down and eat, did Louis turn off the shower.
A while later, he shouted out awkwardly, "Auntie! Are you still out there?!"
A moment later, he heard Mrs. Greenwood's voice from beyond the door. "I'm here now, do you need anything?"
"I was in a rush to shower and didn't grab a towel on my way in," Louis explained in a low voice. "Can you pass me one please?"
"Is that all?" Mrs. Greenwood smiled gently and shook her head. "One moment, I'll get one for you."
She then moved to the bags of clothes, searching up for a towel. After she grabbed it, she returned and passed it through the narrow crack opened by Louis.
After Louis grabbed the towel and tugged on it with seemingly greater force than necessary, it slipped from Mrs. Greenwood's hands.
She gasped in surprise and cried out, "Careful!"
But it was too late. She heard the sound of skin slipping on wet floor, and after some wind kicked up, she heard a muffled thud and a cry of pain.
Anxiously, she didn't think much and pulled the bathroom's door open, only to find Louis sprawled on the wet bathroom floor, his skin flushed from the hot shower.
Even in her chaotic state of mind, she immediately noticed the raging young erection with a mad reddish crown, pulsing veins, and full balls.
"Auntie!"
Louis seemed to be shocked and embarrassed as he quickly sat up and covered himself, but his cock was too massive for his hands to hide.
"I… I… I…" Mrs. Greenwood's face flushed to the extreme. "Y-you're fine… T-the food is prepared downstairs… I'll go back home first! I'm so so sorry!"
With a slam, Mrs. Greenwood shut the bathroom's door, and only the heavy and rapid footfalls echoed her departure.
While groaning in pain and rubbing his rear, Louis grinned to himself. As expected, the connection bar—as Louis had decided to rename it—had shot up to 100 points.
Louis mentally summoned the system's catalog of connections, and above Mrs. Greenwood's image was a pulsing icon of a seed.
Intuitively, Louis claimed the seed and proceeded to plant it inside her personal dreamscape.
The next moment, the dreamscape catalog had a second target added into it, but both dreamscapes were displayed as offline.
Louis wasn't in a hurry, as he had yet to enter his personal dreamscape and experiment with it.
Feeling refreshed and expectant, he slowly got off the bathroom floor and wrapped the towel around his waist, preparing to leave the bathroom.
It might be karma, but the moment he took one step forward, Louis slipped—this time for real—and fell on his back.
The cold bathroom floor graciously welcomed his backside, and he could only groan in pain for the next two minutes before slowly, and carefully this time, getting up and leaving the bathroom.
…
This was Louis' first time entering his personal dreamscape—it was empty.
Well, there was one thing—the fairy.
She appeared the moment Louis entered the dreamscape, which surprised him greatly as he asked, "Shouldn't you be resting and recovering your strength?"
The fairy floated down on his shoulder and rolled her eyes. "I am resting, this is only my consciousness."
Louis raised an eyebrow, and the fairy could only poke his cheek and explain.
"It's metaphysical stuff. Scientifically, you're living in a world of theee dimensions as a three dimensional creature, but it's the same in the metaphysical sense, only that the dimensions of existence are different."
As she spoke, she projected a holographic diagram of Louis' body, split into three overlapping layers in different colors.
"The body exists in a dimension, the soul exists in a dimension, and the spirit exists in a dimension—all irrespective of one another."
The fairy then gave Louis a look that said 'I know you don't understand, so I'll explain…'
She then sighed and prepared to enlighten Louis a little bit.