Xion was angry.

His cheeks were puffed up, lips pursed into a pout, and his red-rimmed eyes glared daggers at the perfectly innocent food placed in front of him.

The couch beneath him was soft, which helped relieve the ache in his back. However, the memories of last night were quick to burn away any calm that dared settle.

All the while he didn’t even dare to turn his neck and look at hisstudy table.

He wanted to scold Darius. Really, hemeantto. But the Archduke had already slipped into the changing room. He vanished before the angry baby could unleash his righteous wrath.

[Host! Your favorite system is back!]

’You arenot,’ Xion huffed.

[But I am the only system you know~]

Without any hint of his usual gentleness, Xion rolled his eyes.

Arms crossed over his chest—which, by the way, wasstilltingling every time the cloth brushed his swollen buds—he declared flatly, "You are the most useless system. And I’m never listening to you again."

The system, which had been waiting to be praised for its good deeds like an eager puppy, was startled.

[Why?! Did the potion not work well? Or was it the stamina-boosting charm? Did the host... faint midway?]

Xion’s face darkened further with each word.That damned charm!

At first, he’d thought the tiny jewel was decorative, just something to ward off fatigue. It had stuck to his skin easily enough, and the system swore it had "mild enhancements."

Mild,my ass.

Once Darius caught sight of that glowing charm... his perverted tongue had practically moved in and rented a space on his belly.

Not to mention thetricksthe Archduke had used on him. If not for his healing ability, he would still be lying boneless on the bed like a bar of melted chocolate.

No, seriously. Who in their right mind even does that?

He didn’t dare recall the morning incident either. His mind was actively auto-censoring the memory like a self-defense mechanism.

[But even if you fainted midway, the host looksverywell-pleasured to me.]

The blush flared at his cheeks and Xion had an urge to smack someone.

Ah, yes. He gotspankedtoo.

Flustered Xion: "..."Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Burying his face in his hands, he groaned, "If you don’t have anything useful to say, then go away."

This, exactly, was the biggest disadvantage of having a system. One simply couldn’t hide anything from it.

Day by day, his dignity was hanging by a thread.

The system, sensing its host’s rapidly deteriorating dignity, chose to pivot topics. The half-human, half-mechanical voice lit up with enthusiasm.

[I almost forgot! Host, we are super rich now!]

Now that finally caught Xion’s attention.

With a raised eyebrow, Xion looked at the shimmering blue screen in front of him.

It displayed a number so large that he had to squint just to count the digits properly. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Still the same.

’H-How many zeros are those?’

[We’re multi-millionaires now!!! His Grace managed to sell the antidote all over the South. And not just that!] The system’s voice vibrated with glee.

[He sent a personalized letter along with it, written under your name, host. Your dear husband isrich, powerful, hot,super rich, and loves you to death! Is there anyone better than him?!]

The system was full-on fangirling at this point, so Xion didn’t bother pointing out that it had said ’rich’ twice. It was really a greedy little system.

But... letters?When did that happen?

Darius had been taking care of him all this time. When he recalled how patient the Archduke had been, most of his anger dissipated.

Actually, it wasn’t just the cure Darius had sent. The Archduke had also made sure it reachedeveryone, especially the common folk, and credited it to his belovedXion.

Now, thanks to that stunt, people across Eldoria were singing praises for the ’Divine Healer.’

If Xion ever found out that his title had gone from "that ugly caped healer" to "our blessed healer," he would likely combust from secondhand embarrassment.

Having ’blessed’attached to his name was akin to putting Xion on a pedestal. That meant attention. A lot of it.

Xion had grown far too used to the quiet peace of the northern castle. This kind of fame felt meaningless in comparison.

Still... his husband had done all that behind the scenes for him, and that too, without asking for anything in return.

Though, the ache in his back was practically humming a hymn of protest.

The more he thought about Darius and his love for him, the more the irritation melted from his face.

The silly kitten who was still huffing and puffing in anger, let his head flop back onto the sofa with a defeated sigh.

What to do? I am so hopelessly in love with you, Darius.

Closing his eyes, he mumbled, ’Can we do something about my eyes now?’

The system could sense the blush rising to its host’s face. However, this time it didn’t tease Xion.

[Our mall doesn’t have any solution to that, host.] There was a faint sigh before it said, [But we can wait for the new update.]

Xion hummed softly.

System updates usually brought new features tied to his interests—which meant their marketplace had slowly evolved from a mysterious otherworldly shop to a fully-stocked magical pharmacy.

He dared not imagine whatthisupdate might bring after last night’s debauchery.

Xion was still nursing his shame in silence when the changing room door finally creaked open.

Darius stepped out, fully dressed in a deep violet robe embroidered with silver along the edges.

The color was uncannily similar to the robe Xion had worn last night, though that one was probably still tangled around a bedpost somewhere.

As for Darius... The northern lord lookedflawless. His hair shone, his skin glowed, and his usually dull eyes gleamed with happiness.

There was not a single wrinkle in sight. Like he hadn’t spent hours rearranging his guts with that hard cock hungry with lust.

Big blue eyes blinked in a trance and any remaining sparks of anger dimmed.

’He’s too good-looking,’ Xion thought bitterly, his fingers curled over the edges of the duvet.

As if caught in some seductive spell, his gaze helplessly trailed over the long silver strands brushing against Darius’s cheekbone... only to freeze when he caught the smug smirk curling on those lips.

Utterly flustered, the silly kitten yanked the duvet over his head, vanishing into its folds.

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