Perfect.

I took a long shower. A really long one.

Helen needed time to doll herself up, even if my opinion differed. 

The color of that mask was a bit off, sure, but it wasn't like it could hide the overwhelmingly beautiful features of her perfect face. The clothes she was wearing were definitely on a 'comfort' side, opposed to the 'looks' side, but between her exquisite proportions of her body and how much of it was exposed, I had no complaints whatsoever.

If anything, I found this 'human' side of the perfect creature named Helen Smith made me much more intrigued. My darling changed a lot in comparison to my distant memories. 

So. 

Interesting.

Alas, Helen wanted to present her best side to me at all times, and arguments made with logic would be ignored anyway. Not like she didn't know how beautiful she is.

And I wasn't about to piss off a second woman in the span of a few hours by being a complete idiot.

***

There weren't many things I was willing to think about right now, but the top-of-the-class shower setup made the time spent inside quite enjoyable nonetheless.

My decision paid off.

As I left the shower, deciding that enough is enough, a breathtaking vision entered my eyes.

Helen went above and beyond. 

From the violet lingerie expertly made to match her figure and my younger self's tastes, to the light makeup, enhancing her stunning looks without being overpowering. Followed by the mix of lighting and light music to create the 'right' atmosphere.

All of this, in addition to the deliberately enticing pose she took on the aforementioned couch, coupled with the welcoming expression on her face and a mix of emotions in her eyes.

Yeah.

It did take my breath away. For quite a while at that.

Well, I came here because distraction was needed, and I got what I was looking for. Yay.

I let the wet towel fall on the floor.

***

I woke up.

The reason was simple. 

Apparently, between everything else, Helen and I forgot to close the blinds in the bedroom, and the giant panoramic window that served as one of the walls was all nice and dandy, but it let entirely too much sunlight inside unobstructed.

My right arm felt completely numb, as my darling spent the entire night clinging to it. And that's the only thing worth complaining about right now.

I didn't feel myself quite completely rested yet, and my thoughts were still a bit too unpleasant to think them through, so I focused my attention on the still-sleeping beauty.

And, yes, Helen even slept beautifully. So unfair. Olivia had her messy sleeping posture, Coala Girl had that sloppy expression, and even Bella let herself drool sometimes. Not to mention hundreds of other examples my memory showed me. 

Even if I had a hard time matching names to all those faces.

I extended my free hand and swiped away a strand of her extra-long honey-blonde hair, which was serving as a makeshift blanket to both of us. For a long moment, I just savored how beautiful this woman actually was, something that managed to surprise me again and again.

Failing to fight off temptation, I started tracing her features with my finger.

Frankly speaking, trying to picture Helen with words led to a boring description. Perfect eyebrows arched splendidly an ideal distance away from an exquisitely shaped and positioned pair of perfect eyes. Flawless lines of the nose and cheekbones led to a—once again—perfect pair of lips, culminating in a chiseled jawline.

Her skin was unblemished, reminding me one more time about how futile an exercise was her insistence on using makeup. I couldn't deny it did put a layer of icing on top, somehow uplifting the overall appearance, but…

I wanted a version of Helen, preferably without all of those additions, that would belong to me and me alone.

Perfect neck led into pristine collarbone. Once again matching to my younger self taste, which was very much influenced by Bella, Helen had a fresh tan, albeit on a lighter side.

No shit Sherlock, she just returned from a tropical island vacation.

Tan lines formed a picture of a quite risky bikini, creating an enticing contrast with her natural fairly pale skin tone, pink nipples on a perfectly shaped pair of breasts, and the color of her hair.

Yes, of course the carpet did match the drapes, adding a bit more to the variety in my life.

I shuddered, recalling the… Jenny? Jeanne? I was almost sure her name started with J. Almost. The last party girl my older self picked up in the club before taking a step into the past.

She looked, acted and sounded exactly like at least four more before her. I couldn't remember past those four, and even they already half-blended into some sort of Jane Club, ultimate party-girl amalgamation.

Same hairstyle, same makeup, same job done on the nose, same lip-filler. Same tits, same body shape.

Same. Same. Same.

Fuck.

No wonder I had been so fucking bored out of my mind.

"What time is it?" I heard a sleepy voice.

Looks like my touch woke Helen up.

"No idea. But the Sun is already up," I responded truthfully.

Helen muttered something I wasn't quite able to understand, hugged my arm even more tightly, buried her face into my shoulder and fell asleep again.

I could only sigh at those actions. After a moment of consideration, I tossed her onto the other side of the bed, which led to some protests from my darling that I ignored.

"My arm is dead already, time to switch," I pacified the grumbling beauty.

A bit of sulky mumbling later my darling's breath calmed again. I closed my eyes and followed her example.

***

The second awakening came in the form of Helen's phone receiving a call. Judging by how long it played, as well as the fact it was a non-default ringtone and set to a max volume, it was someone important.

I shook the beauty by my side.

A sleepy hum was all I got as an answer.

"Your phone," I explained.

Helen raised her head, most likely to hear who it could've been. Then she finally opened her eyes and left the bedroom at a rapid pace.

I guess it was important in the end.

I left the bed as well, opting to do a short mobility routine.

"Good morning to you too, grandpa." I heard from the other room.

Well, that explained urgency.

"Anyway, how are you?"

"Good. I am doing great as well."

"Hm. Fine, I understand."

"Do I need a partner then?"

"Then how about darling?"

"Of course, I mean him. Who else?" 

"I am not upset."

"I really am not."

"Well, I will need to meet them at some point, so this is a good opportunity."

"Yeah, sure, I'll wait for a call."

"Bye."

With the last word, Helen returned to the bedroom.

"Grandpa asked me to attend a high-society event," she explained, not waiting for me to ask.

I nodded, switching into the next position.

"And I'll need to bring a companion with me," my darling continued.

I nodded again.

"And Elder Hao offered for it to be one of the twins," she finished her words.

I laughed out loud.

"Sure thing. Which one would you prefer?" I asked, after calming a bit.

"Michael Roah." Her tone did sound determined enough.

"Works for me." I shrugged. "They are me. I am them. Let other people guess which one is there with you."

"Darling!" So much happiness in response to such simple words.

Before I had time to say something else, the default melody started playing on my own phone. If I had to guess, this was Long Hao with the same news.