Early the next morning, Lann woke up on the bed in the headmaster's bedroom.
The smooth, delicate cashmere thick mattress enveloped his heavy body, making him feel like he was sunk into a layer of cream cake.
Comfortable and light.
Lann propped himself up, and his bones and joints burst into a series of 'crack-crack' explosive sounds.
The feeling of stretching and awakening his body made him breathe out comfortably.
"Phew~"
"Your voice." Margaret sat completely nude at the dressing table opposite the large bed, her teasing eyes reflecting from the mirror towards the man on the bed.
"Sounds like last night. Is it my technique that doesn't satisfy you, or is stretching just so delightful?"
"It's nothing like that. Where else in the world can you find a woman as amazing as you?"
Lann sincerely praised the feeling between them from last night.
This straightforward and sincere compliment was very pleasing to the Female Warlock.
