บท 1577: Blatant

Dyon startled awake. His mind spun as he quickly pushed himself up, but he had completely forgotten that he was missing half of his right arm and ended up awkwardly spinning off to the side of his soft bed and crashing to the floor. It was safe to say that he had never done something so clumsy even when he was still a mortal.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to play it off as Ri's soft snickers and giggles almost made him blush with shame. Luckily though, he had grown a thick layer of skin long ago.

After a light cough, he stood and blinked. A splitting headache threatened to slice his skull in half, but he still managed to realize that he was in the royal bedroom. It was a place he shared a bed with his wives, though they rarely used it considering they had cultivated to the point where sleep was more of a passing pleasure than a necessity.

In truth, the reason Dyon got over his initial embarrassment so easily was because that feeling was overwhelmed by shame.