Two Storms and One Unlucky Man
[Damn, it's been a while since I've seen her. How did her boobs grow that much bigger so well?]
[Back then, she was just a budding flower. And now she looks like a walking bomb.]
[It's all Mike Valquin's fault.]
[If that bastard hadn't tricked me into her room, wanting me to be his brother-in-law, that slap would have been for nothing.]
[Maybe I'd actually be on good terms with her.]
Julian sighed inwardly.
The courtyard outside the Valquin residence had finally begun to quiet down. Lanterns swayed gently from the wooden beams, their warm light casting soft shadows across the stone path.
The earlier tension of battle had faded, leaving behind the strange calm that always followed chaos.
But inside Julian's head?
Chaos was very much alive.
Hearing Julian's inner thoughts, Gwen Valquin suddenly froze for half a second.
Her beautiful face instantly flushed with embarrassment.
Shame.
And guilt.
