Chapter 62: Different Side
After devouring Mia’s snatch, Jett leisurely stepped in for a quick shower. Naturally, Mia also had to wash off the sweat and thoroughly flush out Jett’s overflowing semen, so he casually told her to hop in with him. To her surprise, he didn’t take another round beneath the steaming spray, patiently explaining it was merely part of his ongoing self‑control regimen for the day.
"I believe Master Jett’s self‑control is already truly excellent," Mia said, her wet hair clinging to her head, shoulders, chest, and back, presenting an alluring sight Jett struggled hard to ignore just today.
He shook his head and closed his eyes, striking a dramatic pose when in truth he couldn’t bear to look at his maid right now.
Jett admitted, "I revealed my feelings while bargaining with the Dragon Empress. She knew how far she could push because of that... and, well, I also told her outright that I was a green Warden. I shouldn’t lay my cards out like that."
"Ah, I see... that’s really correct," Mia said, yet Jett didn’t notice.
After the shower, Jett headed downstairs. He found only Eleonora lounging in a cushioned kitchen chair. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting soft stripes over her relaxed form.
He knew Noctlisa was outside, tending faithfully to the horses. Those four brothers had hauled Jett this far and endured the dragons’ chaos without complaint. Noctlisa, an accomplished rider, enjoyed caring for them.
Lately, she had been treating them more gently—a change she hadn’t yet noticed. The horses had, but they kept the secret and simply savored her kindness in silence. In truth, Noctlisa herself was becoming softer, or rather, uncovering a sweeter side the tender feelings budding within her heart had awakened.
She looks cute, whinnied one of the four steeds. She smiles more now, agreed another.
Nah, we can see her grinning! added a third. She’s always smiled from time to time, you nag, retorted the last.
Unaware of the equine chatter and Noctlisa’s budding feelings, Jett took a seat at the table with Eleonora. She instantly straightened as he entered earshot, sitting with the poise of the nobility she once was. Even the odd blend of her maid uniform couldn’t diminish her regal aura.