Elijah stood outside the villa, looking Jasmine up and down through the glass.
She was wearing a tight white T-shirt that stretched taut over her chest, especially as she bent forward, the effects of gravity giving her a bust comparable to Lily's.
Below that, her yoga shorts outlined her full, moon-shaped hips and curvaceous legs.
Unlike the slender, proportional figures of the other women, Jasmine gave off a voluptuous vibe, like a ripe fruit, as if a gentle squeeze would make her yield.
However, she didn't seem overweight; she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
"That body must feel amazing to hold," Elijah murmured to himself. "How did I not notice before?"
They say youth overlooks the allure of older women. Elijah indeed felt an urge to experience it himself.
However, realizing he currently had no contract slots and that Jasmine was an ordinary person, he feared the risk of her transforming into a zombie during the experience wasn't worth it.
"Forget it, I'll save it for later," Elijah thought, taking a final, deep look before quietly retreating.
Shortly after he left, Jasmine noticed through a reflection that he had gone. She glanced back and vaguely saw Elijah's departing figure. "He can resist this?"
Jasmine bit her lip lightly. Today, she had deliberately chosen tight-fitting clothes to showcase her figure perfectly.
Especially her yoga pants, which revealed tantalizing sights when she bent over.
She had learned this from watching videos online.
Practicing yoga regularly, she often received related short video recommendations, some of which featured women wearing such yoga shorts, drawing howls of approval in the comments.
She had intentionally made some noise when she saw Elijah coming and struck a provocative pose to attract him. She believed that no man could remain indifferent upon seeing this. Elijah was indeed attracted, but Jasmine didn't expect him to just walk away in the end.
"I don't believe this!" Jasmine thought, gritting her teeth.
Elijah had no idea of Jasmine's thoughts.
Even if he did, he'd probably feel happy but also very sorry. Right now, he truly didn't dare approach someone without a contract.
But there was no rush; once he advanced to Tier 3, it wouldn't be too late.
"Alright, let's go back, freshen up, rest a bit, and get ready for dinner!"
The four of them returned to the villa, and at the entrance, the three women each went to freshen up.
At this time, Bella, Sophia, and Hannah, along with Abigail and a few zombies, also returned to the villa entrance.
"When did you come back? We were looking for you, and it was Abigail who told us you were back!" Bella teased.
"Abigail?" Elijah looked puzzled.
"Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing. You go and cook. It'll be dark soon!" Elijah dismissed the three women and turned to look at Abigail.
By now, Abigail had changed out of her earlier cosplay outfit of the female lead from the Nier Automata series. The outfit was dirty and had been taken by Daisy to be cleaned. Now, Abigail was dressed as Thor, the version that could pull a knife from his chest.
Her chest was more exposed than in the previous outfit, and she wore over-the-knee socks that revealed a dazzling stretch of white thigh.
Above that, she wore safety shorts, half-covered by two skirt panels, which at first glance made it seem like she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Elijah scrutinized Abigail closely, and Abigail tilted her head to look at him.
"Wh...what's wrong, Master?"
Elijah's surprise deepened. Abigail was acting strangely today; not only was she speaking much more coherently, but she was also initiating conversation.
"Did you... tell Bella and the others where I was?"
"Yes... Master!"
"How did you know where I was?"
"Abigail... saw you!"
Something was off, very off! Elijah grew increasingly suspicious. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Could it be... Abigail has advanced to the second tier?"