MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 777

Chapter 777: Sinful Thought

The morning sun filtered gently through the elegant room where Anthony and Vega lay asleep. On the vast bed, Anthony rested peacefully, his long white hair scattered across the silken sheets like strands of moonlight painted on a canvas. His serene breathing filled the quiet air, and in his arms was Vega, or so it seemed. In truth, it was merely a pillow, one Vega had cleverly substituted herself with through spatial manipulation, ensuring she could move about without disturbing his sleep.

As the sunlight danced through the half-drawn curtains, Anthony stirred slightly. His body shifted, and without opening his eyes, his hand moved automatically, brushing through soft fabric as he tried to caress Vega’s hair. Instead, he found nothing but the cool surface of a pillow. A soft frown creased his brow. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing the brilliant blue irises that always seemed to pierce through existence itself.

Ahead of him, a scene both amusing and enchanting unfolded. Vega stood near the wardrobes, four of them in total, each expanded magically with spatial magic to hold far more clothing than physically possible. Around her, four identical clones worked in perfect synchronization, their movements fluid and precise. Each clone retrieved an outfit, while the fourth tried it on, twirling lightly before returning to repeat the cycle.

Anthony leaned slightly to one side, resting his head against his palm as he watched the spectacle unfold with a quiet smile tugging at his lips. His gaze drifted to the faint shimmer surrounding the area, Vega had erected a sound barrier to keep her bustling activities from disturbing his sleep. Thoughtful as always.

‘She really went all out,’ Anthony mused silently. He already knew the reason behind her current anxiety.

Yesterday night, while the two of them had been talking about everything and nothing in particular, Anthony had mentioned his family dinner. He’d told her how his parents were looking forward to meeting her. When he asked Vega what day would be best, she had chosen today, without hesitation.

To her, it was the perfect opportunity. After all, his parents were Supreme Monarchs, and their time was incredibly limited. Missing such a chance might mean waiting for months, perhaps even years, before another presented itself.

Now, seeing her so flustered, Anthony couldn’t help but smile. ‘She looks adorable when she’s panicking,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’ve never seen her like this before.’

He tilted his head slightly, another thought crossing his mind. ‘Was this how I felt before meeting her parents?’ The memory made him chuckle inwardly.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Anthony lifted his phone from the bedside table with a wave of his hand. He started recording, capturing the elegant chaos before him, the graceful flurry of gowns, the identical Vegas debating silently, the delicate intensity in her eyes as she analyzed each outfit. She was so engrossed that she didn’t even notice him.

After a short while, satisfied with the brief recording, Anthony dismissed the phone into his system space. Then, with another wave, the sound barrier shattered like fragile glass, rippling outward in silent distortion before fading into nothingness.

Instantly, all five Vegas froze mid-motion, their heads turning in perfect unison. Five pairs of glowing purple eyes locked onto him. Anthony laid on the bed with effortless charm, his tousled hair, half-open shirt, and lazy posture making him look more like an alluring incubus than a mortal man.

“Good morning,” he said, his tone smooth, carrying that faint teasing warmth he reserved only for her.

Vega blinked, caught between exasperation and amusement. “Good morning,” she replied softly.

For a fleeting moment, Anthony’s gaze lingered on the five identical versions of Vega standing before him. A peculiar, almost sinful thought crossed his mind for the briefest second before he dismissed it with a quiet cough and a smirk.

“So, big day, huh?” he said casually, glancing at the piles of luxurious clothing scattered across the bed and floor. The once polished marble floor now looked like a sea of silk and velvet.

Vega let out a dramatic sigh. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Anthony blinked, momentarily stunned, his eyes sweeping across the hundreds of exquisite garments sprawled across the room. Each piece was more expensive than a noble’s yearly income, some infused with mana crystals, others embroidered with runic enchantments.

‘Women truly are impossible to understand,’ he thought dryly. When he had gone to meet Vega’s parents, he hadn’t stressed about what to wear, he simply looked perfect in everything he owned.

“You could wear anything, Vega,” Anthony said with a gentle smile. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. No matter what you put on, it’ll look flawless.”

His words were honest, but they barely eased her growing nervousness. Seeing that she didn’t respond, Anthony offered playfully, “How about I choose your clothes and accessories this time?”

Vega hesitated, then nodded. “Alright,” she said softly.

Anthony rose from the bed and walked toward the mountain of clothing. He made a show of inspecting each gown, holding them up to the light as though deeply analyzing their worth. In truth, he selected one at random, a stunning piece nonetheless, one that only a planetary-level aristocrat could afford. After that, he picked out a delicate necklace, a pair of silver heels, and a few simple accessories.

He didn’t overthink it. To him, everything she wore only served to highlight her perfection.

Vega accepted the chosen outfit with a small sigh. “You really make it sound so simple,” she said, though her lips curved into a faint smile.

Anthony chuckled softly. “Why are you acting as though you’re about to face a council of judges deciding your fate? My parents aren’t going to sentence you to life imprisonment.”

That earned a small laugh from her, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Let’s hit the shower,” Vega said with a cute, teasing smile.

Anthony smiled. “Lead the way.”

Together, they entered the spacious marble-tiled bathroom, where steam and soft laughter soon filled the air. Anthony kept the mood light, engaging Vega in playful conversation and complimenting her at every turn, trying to distract her from her nerves.

He had already informed his mother the night before that he and Vega would be visiting today. Everything was set in motion.

After several minutes, though to Anthony it felt like hours, they finally stepped out, the faint scent of lilac and warmth clinging to the air. Vega, ever meticulous, began dressing with practiced grace, every movement precise and fluid. Anthony, already fully dressed, sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with admiration that bordered on reverence.

‘Even perfection has no right to look this breathtaking,’ he thought with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

When she finally rose from the chair before the mirror, Anthony asked, “Are you done?”

Vega nodded, her every movement poised, calm, and regal. In that instant, her entire demeanor shifted, her earlier fluster vanished, replaced by quiet composure and dignity befitting someone of her bloodline.

Anthony noticed the transformation but chose to say nothing. He simply smiled, stood up, and waved his hand. Space rippled before them, tearing open into a swirling, luminescent portal.

“Ready?” he asked softly, extending his hand toward her.

Vega slipped her fingers into his, her touch warm and firm. “Always.”

With that, they stepped through the portal together, hand in hand. The light swallowed them whole, and the portal sealed itself behind them, leaving only silence and the faint shimmer of fading mana where they once stood.

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