Vera stared down at the two with a dispassionate gaze. At any other time, perhaps she would feel envious of a woman being able to sleep in the same bed as the Young Master.

But as it currently stood, that was hardly the case.

It mainly had to do with the fact that the two were fully clothed and reeking of alcohol. Judging from the fumes coming off them, Vera could light a match right now and the whole building would go out in a blaze of glory.

She idly poked Damien's cheek. The guy was so piss-drunk right now that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. She could play with him at her leisure. The thought was satisfying to unholy degrees and she found herself drawing shapes along his face with her finger. Of course, she ignored that Honey person entirely.

Soon enough, however, she had to relent and clean the room. It was a right mess. Bottles of strong spirits lay everywhere. Because of his special constitution, Damien had to consume much more alcohol than the normal person to get drunk. Whether he knew it or not, that is how it is.

Once he awakens his dragon bloodline fully, no amount of mortal alcohol will be capable of even making him tipsy. But that should not be for a few years still. Because he was born while Muriel assumed a human form, much of his abilities were currently unavailable. Muriel hated that, as Dragons were usually insanely powerful from their birth. They were one of the Godly races for a reason, after all.

But Elias didn’t really like the idea of that. He could only barely contain Muriel. Having a son added to the equation who would be nearly as powerful from his birth as himself was probably a very daunting thought. It was a good decision on his part. Damien’s personality was very...unique. Who knew what he’d do with all that power? Dolly, too.

Anyway, the room was littered with evidence of the pair’s wild night of drinking. Cleaning it all took a good half hour. There was no school today, so there was no need to wake him. But her previous conversation with Mrs. Everic entered her mind and she found herself annoyed with him.

So she straddled his waist and raised her hand, ready to slap the ever-loving hell out of him. She had to steel herself for this, but it was tough love. Thinking so, she let forth a slap that rang throughout the room.

She repeated this several times, even after he had opened his eyes.

This absolutely wasn’t revenge for all the trouble he’d caused her in life. Of course not. So what if he went out and flirted with random women? So what if he had sex with every dirty poltergeist he could lay his hands on?

Damien, for his part, was quite confused as to why Vera was slapping him. But the slaps were so...weak. There was a very slight tightness around her eyes that indicated her irritation with him, but there was little power behind her hand.

Honestly, it was actually a little cute. His hands and feet still felt a tiny bit numb from the alcohol and he just wanted to turn in bed and burrow deeper into the covers.

But now there was such a perfect cuddle buddy in front of him. He couldn’t resist at all. Damien was a man who often followed his desires, so he grabbed Vera and immediately brought her under the covers. She yelped in surprise and fought him, but he just rubbed his cheek on her face in comfort. His comfort, not her’s.

She threatened disembowelment.

Damien ignored that and was already drifting back to sleep.

Vera could only accept her fate and settled down in his arms.

I’m nothing but a body pillow. Something for him to use as he pleases.

She cried silently as she realized this fact. Though, such a thing was not without its benefits. now that she thought of it...

Meanwhile, Honey woke and blinked at the sight before her. Damien, that green-haired girl, and her, were all sharing the same bed.

Oh my gods....a threesome!

She was riddled with panic. What had she--they--done?! She couldn’t remember at all! She looked in dismay at Vera in particular.

With such a young girl....how could I do such a thing!

Honey was suffering from shock and panic, so much so that the fact they were all still fully clothed hadn’t yet registered. She fully believed she’d entered into some kind of “menage a troi” with an underage girl.

It’s all over...I’m a criminal. A sexual deviant.

She cradled her head and calmly freaked out.

I lost my virginity in the presence of a child! How am I going to look my parents in the eye now? I’m done for.

Her mind went wild with all kinds of scenarios where she was disowned and hauled off to prison.

As she was having a total mental breakdown, something happened. From the pit of her stomach, a sense of absolute dread bubbled forth.

As for Damien, he woke once more. This time it was not to the gentle taps of a loli, but the sound of his property being destroyed. Meaning, his door was smashed to pieces.

He sat bolt upright as it happened. From the doorframe was a face he never expected to see.

...His mother.

“I’ve come to defend my title!”