Jett woke a few hours later. His half‑lidded eyes drifted to the wide side window where stars glittered beyond.
Having sex in this world is like gaming until dawn—they always fuck up my sleep schedule.
Back on Earth he had spent most holidays waking at dusk. Gorgeous maids with seemingly limitless libido demanded equally long naps.
Jett chuckled, pushed himself upright, and slid off the bed. The nap had done wonders—one look at his morning wood confirmed that. He even spotted its faint reflection in the glass, a reminder of how much he had changed… at least down below.
Soon my cock will be that thick without the chamber's enchantment. Maybe I can seize a bloodline of my own. Being human is fine, but I want to level up this average body.
Still naked, he padded across the room and descended the stairs.
Downstairs his maids sat on the kitchen bench, heads close in tense conversation. Their recent battle must have sparked it.
