The night grew longer.
Though this was supposed to be Asher's last day in the mansion, he couldn't help but spend one more night.
And he spent it taming milfs. Thirteen of them. Only one him.
When morning finally came, he awoke in a room far more lavish than any he'd used before. The curtains were velvet red, the chandelier above his head glittered with embedded mana crystals, and the bed beneath him was impossibly soft. This was Valerie's original room, the one that had once been taken over by Veyna.
Beside him, tangled in silken sheets, lay Valerie. Her hair was a tousled halo, her naked body curved perfectly around his. One arm was slung lazily across his chest, her leg draped over his. She was still sleeping, soft snores leaving her lips, her body flushed and warm from their long, primal night.
He gazed at her proudly.
His new waifu.
A woman who had once been sick, dying, even from an STI. Now radiant, healthy, and well… all because of him.
