[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Multi-Millionaire Kitten

Xion was angry.

His cheeks were puffed up, lips pursed into a pout, and his red-rimmed eyes glared daggers at the perfectly innocent food placed in front of him.

The couch beneath him was soft, which helped relieve the ache in his back. However, the memories of last night were quick to burn away any calm that dared settle.

All the while he didn’t even dare to turn his neck and look at his study table.

He wanted to scold Darius. Really, he meant to. But the Archduke had already slipped into the changing room. He vanished before the angry baby could unleash his righteous wrath.

[Host! Your favorite system is back!]

’You are not,’ Xion huffed.

[But I am the only system you know~]

Without any hint of his usual gentleness, Xion rolled his eyes.

Arms crossed over his chest—which, by the way, was still tingling every time the cloth brushed his swollen buds—he declared flatly, "You are the most useless system. And I’m never listening to you again."

The system, which had been waiting to be praised for its good deeds like an eager puppy, was startled.

[Why?! Did the potion not work well? Or was it the stamina-boosting charm? Did the host... faint midway?]

Xion’s face darkened further with each word. That damned charm!

At first, he’d thought the tiny jewel was decorative, just something to ward off fatigue. It had stuck to his skin easily enough, and the system swore it had "mild enhancements."

Mild, my ass.

Once Darius caught sight of that glowing charm... his perverted tongue had practically moved in and rented a space on his belly.

Not to mention the tricks the Archduke had used on him. If not for his healing ability, he would still be lying boneless on the bed like a bar of melted chocolate.

No, seriously. Who in their right mind even does that?

He didn’t dare recall the morning incident either. His mind was actively auto-censoring the memory like a self-defense mechanism.

[But even if you fainted midway, the host looks very well-pleasured to me.]

The blush flared at his cheeks and Xion had an urge to smack someone.

Ah, yes. He got spanked too.

Flustered Xion: "..." Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Burying his face in his hands, he groaned, "If you don’t have anything useful to say, then go away."

This, exactly, was the biggest disadvantage of having a system. One simply couldn’t hide anything from it.

Day by day, his dignity was hanging by a thread.

The system, sensing its host’s rapidly deteriorating dignity, chose to pivot topics. The half-human, half-mechanical voice lit up with enthusiasm.

[I almost forgot! Host, we are super rich now!]

Now that finally caught Xion’s attention.

With a raised eyebrow, Xion looked at the shimmering blue screen in front of him.

It displayed a number so large that he had to squint just to count the digits properly. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

[He sent a personalized letter along with it, written under your name, host. Your dear husband is rich, powerful, hot, super rich, and loves you to death! Is there anyone better than him?!]

But... letters? When did that happen?

Actually, it wasn’t just the cure Darius had sent. The Archduke had also made sure it reached everyone, especially the common folk, and credited it to his beloved Xion.

Having ’blessed’ attached to his name was akin to putting Xion on a pedestal. That meant attention. A lot of it.

What to do? I am so hopelessly in love with you, Darius.

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