Chapter Thirty seven
The silk felt strange against his newly smooth skin, foreign and too intimate. He could smell the orchids on himself, could feel how the oils made the fabric cling to his body in ways that made him acutely aware of every curve and line.
This wasn't him.
This wasn't who he was supposed to be.
Fear crept up his throat as reality of what may happen next. He had to escape this somehow, maybe there was still time to search for something normal to wear before Elrien came back. He couldn't be the reason to stir up lust in that already troublesome demon.
The thought of the demon lord seeing him dressed like a concubine, smelling like flowers and groomed for pleasure, made his stomach twist with dread.
He started searching through the chamber's wardrobes and chests, looking for anything more modest than the harem clothes Giyu had picked.
That was when he saw it.
On a shelf near the back wall, partially hidden behind a decorated vase, sat a stone.
