Villain Ch 1796. A Breach of Self-Control
Vivian blinked. "Oh my god, she's watching us."
Allen closed his eyes. "I take it back. She's 100% into me."
Shea clapped. "Hey, at least she ships us."
Jane stood up and yanked Allen to his feet. "Then let's earn that bed."
And as the girls led him toward the new system-gifted monstrosity of silk, shadows, and embarrassment…
He knew two things.
One—he was about to die a very happy man.
And two—Kafra was definitely going to need therapy after this.
The bed looked like it had been summoned straight out of a corrupted royal harem fantasy—pillars of obsidian at the corners, sheer curtains embroidered with red glyphs fluttering like they were alive, and the mattress? Deep black velvet that somehow glowed with a faint, suggestive pulse.
"Oh, she went all out," Zoe muttered, dragging her fingers across one of the canopy posts. "Is this thing enchanted to bounce with rhythm?"
