Now that Dyon was completely awake, he could feel the Demon Sage's presence very clearly. He should have realized before, but he still couldn't get over just how beautiful Amphorae was. It distracted him to no end, to the point where he had long since lost control of his lower body.
This had quite literally never happened to Dyon before, he had always been able to control it. But, at the moment, it stood at full mast without any signs of calming down.
Amphorae didn't seem to mind, even smiling slightly, but that didn't stop Dyon from being embarrassed. Up to now, he had been too used to dealing with women his age, but whether it was Evangeline or Amphorae, bother of whom were multiple times his elder, he could only sit idly by to be teased.
Of course, Dyon could lay a concealment array that the Demon Sage had no hope of seeing through, but who knew what that old man would do if he lost control of himself.
