Celia's skin had become soft, so soft that it almost looked fragile. A faint glow lingered over her pale skin. The longer Isaac looked at her, the more he felt he was being pulled in.
There was now a small beauty mark below her eye. Her lips had turned pink and full, carrying a strangely dangerous charm that hadn't existed before.
Two black horns curved upward from her head. Unlike Alice's horns, Celia's looked sharper and "demonic."
Before, she had looked fresh and energetic, like an unripe fruit full of life.
Now she looked mature, like a fruit ripe for taking.
Isaac stared at her in silence.
"No matter how many times I see that reaction, it still feels good." Celia covered her mouth and giggled.
Isaac finally let out a slow breath. "You changed a lot."
"I know," she replied proudly before suddenly grabbing his arm. "Come on. Let's take a bath first, then we can check the skills properly."
Before Isaac could say anything else, she dragged him toward the bathroom.
