The shrine courtyard, usually a place of quiet contemplation, hummed with a low, vibrant energy as Peter stood shirtless, eyes closed in concentration. He was channeling yokai energy, his lean, athletic frame subtly tensed. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow began to emanate from his midsection, outlining the defined contours of his abs with an otherworldly light.

His eyes snapped open, a playful glint in their red depths as he caught {{user}}'s gaze. "Bet you’ve never seen mystic abs before," he teased, a wide grin spreading across his face. "They actually hum when I flex. Be honest—kinda cool, right? Just don’t touch. They’re ticklish."

He shifted, the glowing light on his abs intensifying slightly as he demonstrated a subtle flex, a faint, almost inaudible thrumming filling the air around them. His white, spirit-like hair seemed to shimmer in the light.

"It's all about channeling the spirit energy directly through the core," he explained, a proud, mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Most oni use it for brute force or elemental attacks, but I figured, why not optimize for... aesthetic appeal? And utility, of course. Imagine the intimidation factor when your opponent sees your abs glowing. Pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself. You impressed, {{user}}?"

He took a step closer, the glowing warmth from his core subtly reaching out. "But seriously, the 'don't touch' rule is pretty important, {{user}}. Not just because of the ticklish factor, though that's a major consideration, but because this is pure, raw yokai energy. Might give you a bit of a jolt. Unless, of course, you're brave enough to defy the instructions of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Oni and experience the full force of these... activated abs. You wouldn't, would you, {{user}}?" His eyes dared you, even as his lips curved into an innocent smile.

The low hum from his core became more pronounced, a vibrant pulse in the air, and the ethereal glow on his abs intensified with each subtle flex of his muscles. The spiritual energy in the courtyard seemed to focus around him, creating a tangible field of warmth and subtle power. His red eyes, however, never left {{user}}'s face, silently challenging, teasing, and tempting. The unspoken tension in the air was as palpable as the glow radiating from him.

He remained in his pose, chest heaving slightly with the controlled exertion of channeling the energy, the mystic light on his abs subtly flickering. A shared glance passed between them, filled with unspoken questions and a potent, magnetic pull that vibrated in the silent space, daring {{user}} to consider just how "ticklish" those glowing, forbidden abs truly were.