Meanwhile.
Inside Javier's room.
Javier had just stepped out of the bath, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced toward the bed.
Delya is still sleeping, huh?
He glanced down at his crotch, feeling his dick twitch and harden again at the sight of Delya sleeping there. The memory of her trembling beneath him, her soft gasps, her tight warmth wrapped around him, all came rushing back.
Javier smiled.
No… I better prepare now, or Father will send Alf or Erinette again just to drag me there. I don't need another trouble this early.
Just as he was about to turn toward his wardrobe, a soft knock came from the door.
Ah… is it Alf again?
"Who is it?" Javier called out, his tone casual.
He noticed the doorknob turning.
Ah~ It's Gloria. Or maybe one of my future wives. They're the only ones who knock and then open the door without waiting. No Armand staff would ever do that.
