Chapter 636 – Old Cats With Pride Issues
The breakfast lounge still buzzed with that weird, heady mix of casual luxury and post-orgy financial triumph. Sunshine filtered through mana-tinted windows, making their hair glow, their skin gleam, and their expressions all the more smug and satisfied.
Lux leaned back in his chair, tea in hand, watching his girls with that pleased, lazy smirk.
Rava let her fingers swirl idly around the rim of her teacup. Her tentacle gently coiled around her wrist, lazy and half-awake.
"Good thing you are not our opponents," she murmured. Her voice was casual. But there was a subtle glint in her eyes when she spoke.
Lux leaned toward her with an exaggerated pout. "Nooo, don't do that. I'll be heartbroken."
"Oh?" Rava raised a brow. "And what would a heartbroken greed demon look like?"
