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... finally over.
Allen slumped back into his throne in the Crypts, chest rising and falling in long, controlled breaths. The table was a mess. The girls were scattered across the room in various states of undress and smug satisfaction, still teasing each other lazily like drunk witches after a blood moon feast.
He stared at them—his harem, his chaos, his kingdom of lust and laughter—and felt something odd tug at his chest. Not regret. Not guilt.
More like... wonder.
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