Chapter 263 – I'm About to Seduce The Entire Royal Court by Accident
The treadmill was covered in a layer of dust so thick Lux could've sworn it had stratified into generations.
He dragged a finger across it slowly, eyes narrowing with the rising horror of someone witnessing unspeakable poverty.
Dust clung to his skin like guilt.
"…This is thicker than Lust's library dust," he muttered, flicking the grime off his fingertip like it had personally insulted his bloodline. "And that place has scrolls from before time was horny."
He took one more slow look around.
The punching bag swayed gently, as if apologizing for existing.
The push-up bench creaked in the corner like it had PTSD.
"No." Lux turned on his heel. "Hell no. I'm not touching any of this. I'd rather hump a rusty sword than work out in a place that smells like neglect and old leather."
[Would you like to search for external fitness options, sir?]
