Villain Ch 1804. Unrealistic
He rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. "Not that I didn't want to. I'm still me. But… that night wasn't about that. They were there for me. For each other. And I just… I let myself be held. I needed that."
There was a pause.
Then Allen added, quieter but honest—"But we still did it. Later. In the morning."
Azura's head snapped up.
Her eyes widened. "Wait. With all of them?"
Allen didn't blink. "Yeah."
She blinked again. Her ears were practically glowing now.
He shrugged, as if it was both the most obvious and most complicated thing in the world. "Having a harem means I have to be fair. And they were there. They were hurting too—worried, scared, angry. I gave them everything I had that morning. Because they gave it to me first."
Azura's cheeks were burning. She dropped her gaze, suddenly very interested in the stitching of her couch cushion, fingers tracing an imaginary pattern with nervous intensity.
But Allen stepped closer.
