‘Hang on, it’s not my eyes!’

That’s because Alex Rockefeller sat facing the television on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t looking in the direction of the bathroom at all. Instead, he was listening with his ears.

‘Was it a hallucination? Or was it my own imagination?’ Alex wondered.

When Alex stood up, he noticed that the image of Phoebe Larsen showering had disappeared from his mind.

After that, he concentrated very hard while he looked at the bathroom wall. He wanted to see if he could really see through it, but it didn’t work at all.

The wall was still there, and so was the door.

However, without any intention of making it happen, the image appeared in his mind once again.

Soon, Alex realized that it was his spiritual consciousness at work.

‘Oh my god. Does my spiritual consciousness have this kind of godlike effect?’

‘Wouldn’t this be… A perk from heaven?’ thought Alex.

Drip!

Alex suddenly realized that his nose was really bleeding.

D*mn. Even when he saw someone naked in