Even If I, Norma, Starve to Death...

Norma looked completely stunned. She even forgot to retract her hand from Mag's chest.

"What's the matter?" Mag asked coldly.

Norma retracted her hand as though she was electrocuted. She quickly covered her face, but her eyes were revealed in the gaps of her fingers. She said in a panic, "W-why are you not wearing clothes?!"

"I'm about to take a shower, but I heard the bell. I thought it was Butler Baussaint," Mag said matter-of-factly, "Besides, I am wearing clothes."

Norma shifted her gaze downwards. Mag was indeed wearing his clothes, but his shirt was open and his firm chest and eight pack abs were revealed. Those lines and shapes that seemed to be carved out by a knife, were very impactful.

Different from those cheesy young men who just wanted to have bulky muscles, Hades' muscles weren't that over-the-top. They were restrained and yet seemed full of power. He looked slim with clothes on, but muscular when he took his clothes off.