The sight waiting for him struck like a sudden cryo burst straight to his chest. Alina did not scream this time. Instead she caught her lower lip between her teeth in a slow, sultry pull that sent a rush of heat straight down his spine.
She turned her face away as though he were no more than a passing breeze, but the deliberate way she arched her back told him everything.
His eyes drifted upward first, tracing the delicate lace corset with its intricate cryo designs that clung tightly to her body. The fabric hugged every generous curve, lifting and accenting her full breasts so that the soft valley between them drew his gaze helplessly deeper while the cool blue patterns shimmered faintly against her pale skin.
His stare continued downward, powerless against the pull. She wore matching black pantsu woven with the same cryo motifs, the thin lace stretched taut across her hips and ass. Her rear looked even more generous than Beidou's had been-larger, rounder, yet shaped with that firm, inviting fullness that made his fingers twitch at his sides. The material rode up slightly as she shifted her weight, outlining every smooth contour and leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Before he could regain any control of his thoughts, Alina bent over slowly to retrieve her pants from the floor. The motion pushed her ass out toward him, and the black pantsu stretched even tighter across her cheeks until the cryo designs seemed ready to snap under the pressure.
His cock hardened instantly, straining painfully against his clothes as blood rushed southward. He stood frozen, eyes locked on how the lace dug into her skin, his mind flooding with vivid images of running his hands over that generous curve and squeezing.
Alina straightened with deliberate grace and began sliding the black pants up her legs in a teasing display. She took her time, rolling the fabric carefully over her calves and then her thighs, bending and shifting her hips so the material hugged every inch.
The pantsu disappeared beneath the pants, but the memory of how tightly they had stretched across her ass stayed burned into his mind. His erection throbbed heavily now, insistent and uncomfortable, while he fought the strong urge to step forward and pull her back against him. By the time she finally tugged the blue designer dress over her head and smoothed it down her body, the entire room felt ten degrees warmer than before.
Alina finished adjusting the sleeves of her outfit, behaving for all the world as though nothing unusual had happened at all. He remained seated on her bed, still painfully hard, wondering whether someone was deliberately controlling his teleportation. Twice now.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg smoothly over the other, the motion drawing his eyes back to the elegant lines of her body beneath the dress. "So," she said casually, a small smirk playing at her lips, "when are you taking me out? I hope you take responsibility now that you've seen everything twice."
His concentration shattered completely. Henry looked up to find her watching him with clear amusement, the smirk deepening as she made it obvious she had noticed his very visible reaction.
"That's not what happened," he protested.
"Mhm."
"It isn't."
"Mhm."
He wisely decided to change the subject before she could tease him any further. Fortunately Alina allowed him the escape route for now, though the knowing glint in her eyes promised she would revisit the topic later.
Instead she began summarizing everything that had occurred during his absence, her voice steady and professional as she covered construction progress and furniture arrivals. The more she spoke, the more impressed Henry became, because the café had essentially reached its final stage.
"Good work, Employee Alina."
Alina winked at him.
"No worries, Boss Henry."
A short while later Henry left the inn and headed straight for the construction site, his earlier arousal gradually easing into focused determination as the fresh air cleared his head. The building looked completely different from the half-finished shell he remembered. Workers moved confidently in and out, carrying tools and materials while others handled the interior touches with care.
He could clearly picture customers sitting inside, chatting over drinks and pastries in a space that blended Mondstadt's natural charm with modern efficiency. His café. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he took in the progress.
He gathered the builders together and spent nearly an hour explaining the next critical phase. Wiring proved to be the biggest challenge, since most of the craftsmen looked confused by the concept while a few appeared outright terrified at the idea of invisible energy running through their walls. Henry remained patient throughout, walking them through the process step by step so that the wiring would stay hidden within the walls and connect reliably throughout the building for lights, potential appliances, and future expansions.
The workers listened carefully. Some took notes on scraps of parchment while others simply trusted that the strange foreign businessman probably knew what he was doing. "And the walls?" one worker finally asked, scratching his head.
"Green and white," Henry replied firmly.
The builders exchanged uncertain glances. "Green?"
"Green."
"Any particular reason?"
"Because I want people to walk inside and immediately think of Mondstadt, the rolling hills, the fresh grass, and the vibrant life energy of this city. We'll accent everything with warm wood tones and subtle blue highlights to honor the Anemo element that defines this place."
[Are you doing this to get brownie points from "ehe"?]
"Indeed, it is as you have guessed."
The workers nodded slowly. None of them fully understood the deeper branding strategy, but rich clients often had unusual preferences, and this request did not even rank among the strangest they had encountered. He discussed furniture placement with the carpenters to ensure tables received optimal natural light from the windows while leaving space for a small performance corner where bards might play.
After the thorough inspection left him satisfied with the progress, Henry finally left the site and began walking through the city streets. That was when he spotted a familiar little figure skipping cheerfully down the path ahead. A bright red hat bobbed with each energetic step, accompanied by a tiny backpack that promised both joy and chaos.
"Klee!"
The girl turned immediately. Her face lit up with pure delight, and she ran toward him so fast that she nearly crashed into his legs. Henry caught her gently chuckling at her boundless energy.
"Where are you going?" he asked while steadying her.
"Klee is going to the Knights Headquarters!"
"Why?"
"Because Acting Grand Master Jean said Klee is not allowed to go out of Mondstadt today."
"So how has Jean been doing?"
Klee tilted her head thoughtfully. "Working! But she takes breaks now."
Henry smiled. "That's Great!"
Klee nodded proudly. "She eats lunch too!"
"Excellent."
"And sleeps sometimes!"
The updates filled him with quiet satisfaction, and it looked like Jean had indeed taken his suggestion to heart.
Klee suddenly looked up at him with curious eyes. "Did Big Brother Henry need something?"
"Actually…" Henry reached into his inventory and pulled out the much smaller bicycle he had custom-made just for her. The frame featured a bright red finish that matched her style perfectly, with a lower seat, safer handling, and training elements designed specifically for a child. Unlike the adult versions, this one prioritized stability and fun without sacrificing the core joy of riding.
For several seconds Klee simply stared. Then her eyes widened dramatically, growing larger with each passing moment until they seemed ready to burst with excitement. "For Klee?" she whispered, voice trembling with wonder.
"For Klee."
"THANK YOU!" The happy cry burst out of her as she threw her arms around his waist in a fierce hug, squeezing so tightly he could barely breathe. Klee circled the bicycle several times, examining every part with wide-eyed wonder while her small hands brushed over the red frame, the pedals, and the shiny bell. "It has wheels! And pedals! And a bell!"
"Yes to all of those," Henry confirmed, grinning at her infectious joy.
"Klee loves it!"
Her pure delight alone made the entire project worthwhile. When she reached for her backpack, however, Henry froze as years of survival instincts screamed in warning.
She pulled out a slightly larger red Jumpy Dumpty.
"Klee wants Big Brother Henry to have this."
Henry accepted the gift carefully, partly touched by the gesture and partly afraid it might go off without warning.
"This Jumpy Dumpty is super powerful," Klee explained earnestly. "If a super powerful monster attacks Big Brother Henry, Jumpy Dumpty can help!"
"Thank you, Klee."
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They found an open area near one of Mondstadt's quieter squares, where space allowed for safe practice without worry. "Klee, first lesson."
"Klee is ready!"
Over the following hour Henry taught her patiently, balancing first, then steering, pedaling, and safe stopping.
Teaching a child differed greatly from instructing adults, requiring more encouragement and constant adjustments for her shorter reach. Still, progress came little by little. Each successful glide made her smile brighter than before, and each tiny improvement fueled her determination to try again.
By the end she could not ride fully on her own yet, but she had enjoyed every single second of the experience.
"Klee will practice!"
"Good."
"And Big Brother Henry will teach Klee next time?"
The hopeful look in her eyes hit him with surprising warmth. "Of course."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Yay!"
Klee's face lit up with such happiness that Henry briefly considered her a viable alternative energy source.
After waving goodbye, Klee carefully pushed her new bicycle beside her as she headed back toward the city, stopping every few steps to admire it again with open delight. Henry watched her go, and a quiet sense of satisfaction settled over him. For all his ambitious plans involving businesses, inventions, and future expansion across Teyvat, moments like this felt surprisingly meaningful and rewarding.
The café would be finished soon. The bike business continued thriving. Teleportation had opened entirely new possibilities.
He returned to his room at the inn, sat down on the bed, and closed his eyes. His thoughts drifted far away- past Mondstadt, past Teyvat, and toward home. He pictured his old room with the familiar desk waiting under the window, the familiar walls covered in notes and posters, and the computer sitting exactly where he had left it. He focused entirely on that memory, and space twisted around him once more. The sensation lasted only an instant before stopping abruptly.
Henry slowly opened his eyes.
His pc sat directly in front of him, exactly where he remembered it to be.
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