"Ahhh, finally, a good night's sleep," Kevin exclaimed as he lay inside the tent, wearing a contented smile.
He had managed to set up the tent and find a safe spot for it while Keith was still absent. Since she hadn't returned yet, he anticipated a peaceful night's rest.
However, his hopes for undisturbed sleep were dashed as rustling sounds emanated from near the tent. Soon, a hand unzipped the tent from the outside, causing Kevin to startle and swiftly grasp his knife.
"What are you doing?" Keith's voice questioned, her gaze fixed on Kevin, who had his knife aimed at her.
Kevin let out a sigh of relief and lowered his weapon. "I thought it was someone else."
Keith entered the tent, her wet hair and lack of the usual outdoor scent suggesting that she had cleaned herself at the river before returning.
As she stepped inside, she began to remove her armor, and Kevin watched with intense interest. It had become a regular occurrence for her to undress in front of him, though she didn't allow him to touch her in certain areas.
Afterward, she would typically curl up next to him like a koala and fall asleep. Now, Kevin observed as she unzipped her armor, revealing her breasts snugly held in a black sports bra, along with her slightly damp abdomen, which hinted at the underlying muscular definition.
Finally, she pulled down her armor, exposing her bike shorts that covered her generous posterior and left her muscular thighs on full display, a sight that Kevin couldn't help but feast his eyes upon.
While doing this, she noticed Kevin's gaze on her and wore a smug expression. "Satisfied?"
Kevin shook his head, which prompted a chuckle from her. "Well, you have to be. I'm not stripping down just to cater to your pervert-ness," she teased before moving closer to him, opening her smartwatch.
Kevin, now refocusing from his earlier thoughts, inquired, "Where did you go exactly?"
"Didn't I say that I was gathering information?" Keith responded, not taking her eyes off her smartwatch.
"About what?" Kevin asked, lying down beside her and activating his own smartwatch.
"It's classified," she replied mysteriously, swiping her finger across the invisible screen in front of her, which only she could see.
Kevin didn't press further, knowing she wouldn't reveal more details, and decided to change the topic. "I miss the touch of some soft ass," he confessed as he received a message from Maria on his screen.
Surprisingly, their smartwatches worked seamlessly even in the depths of the jungle, allowing them to exchange messages and make calls. Kevin had been initially surprised, but Keith had casually mentioned that some smartwatches even worked in other dimensions, which had left him intrigued. He hadn't been aware of other dimensions in their world until that moment, and after some further questions, he learned that these dimensions were fragments from other worlds that had somehow become attached to their own.
Cultivators often explored these dimensions as they were known to contain substantial treasures and dangers. However, Kevin knew he wasn't powerful enough to venture near them, so he didn't dwell on the matter.
"Like you've ever laid a hand on one," Keith retorted mockingly, dismissing Kevin's desire for the touch of a soft rear end.
"Come on, I've touched my fair share," Kevin shot back with a hint of mockery. "Unlike someone here who's probably never even seen one in the buff up close."
"Don't kid around; I know you're bluffing. Show me some proof," Keith said, clearly unimpressed with his mocking tone.
"Why should I?" Kevin replied, unwilling to reveal his personal information to her.
"Then it means you're lying," she retorted, her tone equally mocking. This seemed to irritate him, even though he couldn't quite pinpoint why her smug smile got under his skin.
"If you don't believe me, let me show you this," Kevin said, making his screen visible to her.
On the screen was a chat conversation with someone named "Home bitch."
"Who's this 'Home bitch,' and what kind of name is that to save for a girlfriend? Doesn't she mind you saving her name like that?" Keith quipped, expressing her disbelief at the contact name he'd chosen.
"No, she doesn't mind," Kevin said with a sly grin before adding, "Let me show you something interesting." He then typed the message, 'do it,' with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Do what?" Keith asked, her curiosity piqued as she focused on his screen.
"Just wait," Kevin replied with a smirk, and soon she found out exactly what he meant.
A video appeared on the chat, and Kevin opened it. Keith's cheeks reddened as she realized the content of the video. In the footage, a person who appeared to be Kevin's girlfriend lay on her back, as deduced from the camera angle, which included a glimpse of her curvy stomach and navel, with a blanket partially covering her. However, the focus of the video was not her enticing midriff, which Keith would have liked to admire all day long.
Instead, it centered on something she had daydreamed about countless times but was still obscured by the person's delicate hand, which was rubbing it sensually.
Her gaze fixated on the area covered by the thick black bushy hair, and her slender white hand as her heart raced.
"Who is this?" she exclaimed, her eyes locked onto the screen. Soft moans emanated from the video, accompanied by sultry whispers of Kevin's name.
"Who else? My girlfriend," Kevin replied in a mocking tone, closing the screen abruptly.
"Hey, let me see it!" Keith demanded, grabbing his wrist with the smartwatch on it.
"I don't want to," Kevin teased, wearing a mischievous smile.
Annoyed by his teasing, Keith flicked his hand away and asked, "Then don't, but tell me, how did you land a girl like that with that plain face of yours? She seems older than you."
Kevin felt slighted by her remarks about his appearance, but decided not to dwell on them. Instead, he replied with pride, "What do you think? It's all thanks to my... dick." He gestured toward the noticeable bulge in his pants.
Keith blushed and smacked his arm. "Don't kid, tell me the truth."
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