"Alright, let's change the topic for a bit," Mammon said, her voice carrying that lazy drawl, the kind of tone that sounded playful yet dangerous. "Amon told me you're very proficient in sex. Well, considering how many women you keep around you, and the fact that you're considered Lilith's offspring, I guess it's only natural you'd be very skilled at it."
I leaned back, listening to her words, and for a second, I thought of brushing it off. But in all honesty… she wasn't wrong. I wasn't going to brag, but I knew exactly what I was capable of. I had the stamina of a hundred horses, could keep going long after others collapsed. I could make five women cum at the same time, make them claw the sheets, breathless, trembling, completely undone—while I didn't even break a sweat.
Yeah… that definitely sounded like bragging when I thought it like that.
"Well, sure. I can call myself proficient at sex," I told her with a shrug, trying not to make it sound like I was flaunting it.
