Faced with his curiosity and persistent questioning—
Petra didn't bother playing coy.
She chuckled and said bluntly:
"With your looks and physique, if you went into the male escort business, your yearly income would be at least 300,000 US dollars."
Just like many wealthy men indulge in escorts once they make it big, rich women often have similar fantasies.
Though she'd never dabbled in that world personally, Petra had heard plenty through friends to know the general market rate.
After she finished speaking, she even tossed Orsaga a flirtatious wink and teased with a smile:
"If you ever feel like trying out the lifestyle, I wouldn't mind being your first client~"
"!"
Orsaga was stunned on the spot!
It felt as though his mind had been struck by divine revelation—his thoughts suddenly clear as day!
This was a path he'd never even considered!
Up to now, he hadn't realized he was holding the key to such a lucrative opportunity!
But just as he started getting excited, another thought hit him.
He was a Greater-Rank Demon, someone capable of shattering stars with a single hand—
To go to another plane of existence just to fuck?
That was more than a little beneath him.
If word got out, how would he ever show his face again?
So, facing Petra's playful offer, he thought for a moment, then solemnly shook his head and responded firmly:
"You'll have to pay more."
"?"
"??"
"???"
Everyone in the restaurant who had been eavesdropping on their conversation froze.
As for Petra, the target of Orsaga's reply—her smile stiffened instantly.
Her first instinct was to ask, "Are you serious?"
But when she saw the dead-serious expression on his face… that perfect, godlike face…
All the words in her mouth twisted into:
"Fine! Double it!"
She was genuinely afraid that if she questioned him, Orsaga would say he was joking after all.
"Transaction initiated."
As a man of integrity and business-minded spirit, Orsaga didn't hesitate. He stood up, grabbed Petra by the collar—
—and kissed her.
"?"
At that moment, Petra's mind went completely blank.
Her thoughts rocketed out of the atmosphere and soared straight to heaven, while her intelligence nosedived at a right angle—
Falling faster than the Dow Jones during a market crash.
By the time Orsaga let her go, she was still dazed, clearly unable to process what had just happened.
After a long pause, she looked around at the stunned bystanders, cheeks flushed, and asked somewhat hesitantly:
"Was that… a little too fast?"
"Was it?"
Orsaga looked confused.
Was his technique lacking?
Or… was the escort business in this world different? Was it really just about talking with clients?
Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Petra quickly waved her hands, flustered:
"No, no! You… you can do whatever you want!"
Satisfied that his skills weren't lacking, Orsaga nodded confidently, casually slipped his arm around her waist, and muttered:
"Alright then. Back to our original plan. Let's get food first."
He added seriously:
"Just so we're clear—you're paying."
As he pulled her close, Petra felt the firmness of his chest pressing against her.
Her already-shaken intelligence collapsed once more, crashing straight through rock bottom and into the Earth's core.
"Okay… whatever you say."
And so, right in front of the entire restaurant, the two of them walked out, hand in hand, and got into Petra's luxury sports car.
They drove off toward the best restaurant in the area.
---
The next day. Early morning.
Still in London.
After all, no one had needed to travel the globe overnight.
In a certain luxury residential district in the City of Westminster, black-suited security guards with sidearms spotted a sleek sports car approaching.
Recognizing the license plate instantly, they rushed to open the security gates.
Regardless of whether the occupants could hear or would respond, they lined up and called out respectfully:
"Welcome back, Lady Petra Osborne—Hereditary Countess."
Even in modern society, it was clear that nobility with power and influence still enjoyed certain privileges.
The sports car didn't bother acknowledging the guards.
Under the guidance of its smart driving system, it steadily cruised toward its preset destination.
Upon arrival—
Orsaga stepped out, gazing at the lavish, classical English-style mansion before him.
He nodded approvingly.
"Not bad."
He didn't know the exact price tag, but judging from the statues flanking the gate alone, each could probably buy two average homes.
Hearing his words, Petra—who had just stepped out of the car—immediately latched onto his arm and smiled sweetly:
"As long as you like it. If you ever get tired of this place, I've got a few other properties in Mayfair Court—you can pick whichever one you want."
Yes, after spending half a day together—
That very morning, when Orsaga tried to sneak out—
Petra mustered her courage and handed in her "conversion application," hoping to upgrade Orsaga from a temporary employee to full-time.
And considering that he was currently low on power and living humbly. Sleeping with a beautiful woman didn't seem like such a bad option.
After a few seconds of agonizing internal debate—
Orsaga agreed.
And so, he followed Petra back to her estate.
The moment they stepped through the gates, two mechanical maids approached and greeted them:
"Welcome home, Master."
The sports car, meanwhile, returned itself to the garage and plugged in to charge—
After all, it was already a fully independent vehicle.
Ignoring the robot maids, Petra beamed and said,
"Let me introduce you to someone."
She led Orsaga through the doors into the villa.
Inside, a teenage girl sitting in the living room gaming instinctively turned her head as the door opened.
Upon seeing Petra, she called out without thinking:
"Mom, last ni—"
She didn't even finish the sentence before spotting the man Petra was clinging to.
That casually arrogant expression froze her in place like she'd been struck by lightning.
"!"
Her mind exploded with countless possibilities.
Before she could speak, Petra blushed and said shyly, still holding Orsaga's arm:
"Elsa, this is my new boyfriend…"
"WHAT?!"
Elsa screamed as she shot up from the couch.
"Are you insane?! He can't be more than four or five years older than me!"
Petra's smile faded as she replied sternly:
"Sweetheart, this was a carefully thought-out decision."
Seeing her mother's serious expression, Elsa's tone softened a little. She thought about Petra's lonely life over the years and decided to hear them out.
"...Alright, how long have you two known each other?"
A deadly question.
Petra glanced at Orsaga and, face flushed, replied quietly:
"Since… about 9 PM yesterday."
"!"
Elsa sprang up again, roaring:
"You call that carefully thought-out?!, I don't care! It's either him or me!!"
---
Ten minutes later—
As robotic maids helped pack her bags—
Elsa clenched her fists, biting back the words: "I didn't mean it literally…" but found herself unable to speak them aloud.
Her face twisted in frustration, she clutched her chest and shouted bitterly:
"Mom, are you seriously kicking out your biological daughter for some guy you've known for half a day?!"
"..."
Petra wavered a bit.
But when she looked at Orsaga, casually inspecting the house layout, she hardened her heart and said:
"I'm sorry, Elsa. You're always welcome back when you're ready. For now, go stay at Mayfair Court for a while…"
Elsa was so furious she nearly coughed up blood.
She took a deep breath and glared at Orsaga.
"You bastard! Breaking a mother-daughter bond like this—you'll get what's coming to you!"
"Pfft."
Still examining the place, Orsaga let out a disdainful chuckle.
Then he reached out, pulled Petra into his arms, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Since you're my woman. That means everything you have belongs to me, doesn't it?"
Though confused by the question, Petra gazed into his crimson eyes and answered with blind devotion:
"Yes. Everything I have is yours."
With her answer confirmed, Orsaga turned to Elsa and declared smugly:
"You hear that?. Everything she owns is mine now. Which means all those years she spent raising you—she was using my resources. You should be thanking me for raising you!
As for breaking your relationship? That's not even a thing anymore."
Petra: "!!"
Elsa: "!!!"
In an instant, Elsa felt her heart ache from sheer rage.
Clutching her side, she snarled:
"You… you damn demon…"
Demon-Orsaga, completely unfazed, gave a sincere nod:
"Thanks. I really am one~"
Those honest words were like gasoline on fire.
Elsa's eyes rolled back—and she passed out cold.
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