He takes his leave.

Aladdin watched as his latest triumph enjoy his wife's figure, kissing and licking some, as he held her body to his. He then teleported back to his suite and was greeted by his friends. Perhaps Al was seeing things, but Carpet looked a mite depressed. Menwhile, Abu chattered at him a bit angrily, and Al understood him. "Don't worry, Abu. I didn't do anything bad. Well... not yet," he shrugged. Abu shook his finger and replied, "uh-uh-uh." And that's when the hero petted his 'hairy, little thief' with a smile before settling on his enormous pillow.

He waited until his only two buddies were asleep before he checked in on Jasmine, using the Space Stone, by creating a looking glass. She seemed to be bathing and, even though he knew of their future, he knew he was spying on her; it was wrong, but he didn't wish to look away. Her long, lustrous black hair was free and seemed so silky smooth. Her arms were shiny from the water upon them, looking soft too, and she had them slowly rub a soapy washcloth up and down her beautiful legs, one and then the other. It was breathtaking... She washed all over her medium skin and her distinct hourglass shape, most definitely a curvaceous beauty for Al to want. Soaping up her B-cup or C-cup breasts was stimulating Jasmine, causing her breathing to gradually be more ragged, which entertained her future husband. His erection stood tall in his pants again, and she slid the cloth down between her legs again. She tried to wash her inner thighs without getting distracted, to no avail as she 'washed' her pussy now. She became a bit flushed as she lightly scrubbed up and down it, eliciting soft moans in-between several pants.

Aladdin watched, still having that nagging feeling that this was wrong to spy on Princess Jasmine, but his raging hard-on was battling for control over his next action. So... what to do, what to do?