Claymore Lust, the head of the Lust family and the avatar of Lust, sat on their bed and combed their long brown hair with their fingers.
They looked back at the empty bed and their expression turned sour.
Claymore really hated when their partners left the bed without waking them up.
It was making them feel lonely.
"...did cuddles ever killed anyone...?"
They sighed and stood up letting the thin blanket fell from their naked body.
Claymore stood up in front of the large mirror and looked at themselves.
They pushed up their small perky breasts and made a seductive face.
They struck a confident pose while letting their awoken manhood show off in glory.
"..."
Claymore tilted their head and squinted their eyes while frowning.
"...being a man feels right today..."
He nodded and went to the dresser to pick up the bandages for concealing his breasts.
There was always a lot to do in the morning.
