Epilogue 13 - Christopher Faust, The Next King Of Milham (3)

"How is it?" I asked him.

He paused for a moment, eyes trailing over me, and then he answered.

"Your body is lewd."

A shiver ran down my spine at those words, but I smiled through it.

"Fufufu… I've been taking care of my body," I replied with a mix of pride and teasing in my voice. "It would be a waste if I looked anything less than tempting in a moment like this."

All those years of training, of moving with a sword, honing my strength and discipline, it had paid off. I had worked hard to make sure I was strong, agile, and yes… attractive. I didn't want to be anything less than desirable to him.

And now, seeing the way his eyes moved across my skin, I felt a deep, satisfying relief.

He wanted me.

He saw me as lewd. Beautiful. Appealing.

That alone made every drop of effort I'd put into myself completely worth it.