Chapter 400 – Higher Tolerance for Getting Wrecked
[Correction. The activity last night was less 'sex' and more 'dragon-induced endurance trial.' This increase reflects survivability rather than new skill acquisition.]
Lux snorted, rubbing at the faint claw mark still healing across his ribs. "Yeah, yeah. Translation: no new skills. Just stronger bones and higher tolerance for getting wrecked."
[Accurate.]
Lux huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Sometimes I think you enjoy insulting me."
[Sir, I do not enjoy. I merely observe. The fact that my observations resemble insults is… incidental.]
Lux was still grinning when Lyra entered the kitchen, silent on her soft shoes, balancing a silver tray. The faint aroma of roasted beans hit him before she set it down in front of him. His body almost sagged in relief at the smell alone.
"Your coffee, my lord," Lyra said carefully, though her eyes flicked again to the bite marks and scratches that still marred his chest.
