Bab 271: Teaching a Bad Kitty

It wasn't until nightfall that Kaisen finally stirred, blinking groggily at the wooden window to his right.

Through it, the moon hung like a glowing coin in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over everything.

'Damn! Was I that wiped out?'

He thought, stretching and yawning, his body still buzzing from all the "heroic efforts" of the day.

Truth be told, it had been one hell of a ride—saving the village, faking fainting, and ending up with his face buried in all the right places. Not a bad day's work, really.

He grinned to himself, reflecting on his real triumph of the day: desperation for getting under some panties had driven him to master a new trick—levitation.

Well, maybe "master" was a strong word, but he'd figured out how to manipulate mana around his body well enough to float and sneak around undetected.

Not bad for a guy who spent half his day pretending to be unconscious in the bosoms of admiring fans.