Evening drew near, and twilight streamed through the glass, scattering across the hospital room floor.
The black-haired girl reclined against the bed, her forehead propped on one hand, her expression languid. The collar of her white hospital gown lay open, a snowy curve still tinged with pink threatening to spill out, while a faint trace of allure lingered in her eyes.
-Miss Black Valkyrie was very satisfied.
Being injured was terribly inconvenient, but riding on top offered the pleasure of conquest. Even her injuries seemed to have recovered a little as a result.
See? I told you psionic energy was useful!
Meanwhile, Jonas, who had endured a long bout of exploitation at the hands of that wicked capitalist, Miss Black Valkyrie, could only meekly and reluctantly cooperate to avoid hurting her, suffering humiliation unlike anything he had experienced in his life.
Such disrespect for your lord! Half a month's pay docked!
If she dares to do this while injured, I can't even imagine what she'll do once she's recovered.
Jonas silently added it to his mental ledger, intending to settle the score once everything was over and teach Miss Esnie a harsh lesson.
He closed both security doors and headed out of the hospital room. At the end of the corridor, he spotted an unexpected figure.
Celine.
She had not left right away, instead waiting a short distance outside the hospital room. At the sight of Jonas, she pursed her lips, a pair of dimples appearing in her cheeks as she stared at him with eyes seemingly brimming with sour jealousy.
Jonas could not help chuckling. He reached out and gently pinched her fair cheek.
"Getting jealous of your sister now?"
"I'm not jealous! It's just that she's only just been hospitalized with an injury, and you're already doing that