Although Malcanthet looked terrible, Solam could tell that she was not angry at all. Instead, she was staring fixedly at his three sons.
That look made Solam feel sick, as if he had swallowed a fly.
Solam knew that look all too well, because she had looked at him the same way just moments ago. Solam had long since come to terms with the fact that Malcanthet got around. He had no intention of dating her anyway. Whoever she wanted to fool around with was none of his business.
You could not expect a succubus to be utterly faithful to you; Solam's possessiveness was not that deranged. But Malcanthet had set her sights on his sons, and that gave Solam a headache. What was this supposed to be? Father and sons going into battle together?
After playing with the father, she wanted to play with the sons?
Solam's pride could not accept such an advanced arrangement, so he casually shifted his position, just enough to block Malcanthet's gaze.
What a joke! Setting aside the fact that they were father and sons, Solam would never let Malcanthet get close to his sons! With Malcanthet's earth-shattering powers of seduction, Solam had no desire to see some melodramatic story of father and sons turning against each other! He had poured no small amount of effort into creating those three sons. There was no way he would let Malcanthet turn them against him.
At the same time, it was a form of protection for the three little ones. They had not even been born for three months in total. Young and hot-blooded as they were, if a veteran like Malcanthet got her hands on them, they would definitely be drained dry.
Naturally, Solam's little movement did not escape Malcanthet's notice. If it had been