All of it started at that time...
The time when Yeoman had just reached the peak.
The time when he was an overpowered person.
He had everything, money, fame, power and a harem with twenty beautiful women.
A perfect life, or so he thought.
But there is a limit to everything.
He was getting bored of his life.
"It's not fun anymore," he murmurs, his expression sullen, his tone despondent.
"What's not fun?" a female voice inquires, drawing his attention.
He turns his head to look at the woman sitting beside him. She is a beautiful woman, her features delicate and her body slender. Her long blue hair falls in soft waves down her back, framing her face perfectly.
"Ah, nothing," he replies, a smile playing on his lips, his tone dismissive.
"Don't give me that," the woman pouts, her expression adorably indignant. "Tell me, what is not fun?"
Both of them were on a bed with a white sheet placed on top of it.
