[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
Sigh~
Sighing, I went to the kitchen. Since I woke up earlier than dissatisfied—
Cough! Cough!
I mean, satisfied Grayfia, I should take responsibility and cook something for her.
It was the least I could do. After all, the woman had practically turned my bedroom into an arena of annihilation disguised as a honeymoon suite for the last week. Grayfia Lucifuge did not "love" in moderation. She conquered. She consumed. She demanded.
Because, you see... I lied.
She squeezed me dry... but she wasn't satisfied cuz I only lasted five rounds.
Unbelievable.Unforgivable.Un— wait a second.
I rubbed the corner of my temple as I cracked the eggs into the pan, watching them sizzle like miniature suns. Five rounds. Three. In human standards, that's legendary. In demon standards? Apparently, that's foreplay.
The yolk popped, and I watched it spread across the pan like molten gold.
Sigh~
