Seeing that all his companions beside him had already collapsed into bed, Samael had no choice but to give up. Carefully moving aside the arm pressing down on him with a pillow, he rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and tiptoed out of the room.
The moment the ancient serpent stepped outside, a tall shadow fell across him head-on, and the proud swell of her chest nearly slammed into his face.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Is there anything I can do for you?"
In the hallway, the blonde doll-like girl opened her azure eyes as though a spring had been wound, gazed quietly at her master, and asked in an even tone.
Her ascetic expression and enticing, exquisite curves blended into a uniquely captivating charm that invited sin.
After a brief daze, Samael inexplicably asked,
"Anything at all?"
"Of course. By our agreement, this body is at your command!"
Angelica solemnly murmured, struck her right fist against her chest, and dropped to one knee. As her body shifted, her unfathomable cleavage was thrust straight at Samael's eyes. The flesh swelling on either side nearly burst the taut button on her white blouse, and paired with her crisp office-lady attire, she looked exactly like a female secretary standing before a desk, waiting for her boss's orders.
First thing in the morning, you show me this?
What boss could withstand a test like that?
The sight nearly made the heat Samael had just forced down boil over again. He instinctively turned his eyes away and waved his hands repeatedly, refusing in a muffled voice.
"Ahem, n-no... no need..."
"Then I'll go tidy up the bedroom first? After that, I'll prepare breakfast for you."
"No need!"
Seeing the single-minded Angelica about to barge into the room as she spoke, Samael hurriedly