The succubus stepped through behind him. Her tail flicked as she surveyed the room. "Because that is why this bathroom looks clean. That bastard doesn't use it. It's just present here. For show. For when he wants to impress someone. He doesn't actually bathe—he just makes others clean him with their tongues."
Cruxius chuckled.
He looked at the thick woman in his arms. She was trembling, her eyes wide at the sudden luxury, her body still dripping cum and blood onto the marble.
While holding her, he walked toward the tub.
He used Kinetic Control.
The energy didn't flash. It vibrated. A low, perfect hum that traveled through his body and into his clothes. The fabric began to shake—fast, faster, the molecules vibrating at a frequency that made the threads unravel.
His shirt scattered.
