Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 482.1: Only To You (1)

Roel Ascart laid inside a bathtub, staring at the water surface while wondering the benefits of a cold bath.

Cold baths could be uncomfortable, but there were many health benefits associated with it. Winter swimming, for one, had the effect of strengthening one’s constitution and stimulating adrenaline, thus clearing up one’s mind, speeding up one’s blood flow, and aiding in digestion.

It would have made a long list if one wrote down all of the benefits, but there was only one thing Roel was currently interested in: Quelling his heat.

Transcendents had a constitution that was vastly different from normal humans, especially for high transcendents. A high Degree of Assimilation could give rise to various properties, such as enhanced tolerance to heat and cold. In particular, Roel, who had gained the ability of Glacial Touch, was particularly good at taking the cold.

In view of that, the ice water Roel was bathing in had to be specially made. Half of his bathtub comprised floating ice, and that was after he added substances in to lower the freezing point. Despite that, his restless mind was still wandering in all directions.

The events that had transpired earlier on left him with no choice but to acknowledge a fact: Alicia had truly grown up.

It might be because of his bias as an older brother that he always thought of her as a young girl, but before he knew it, she had already started to exude fatal feminine charms.

Just thinking about her reddened expression after he punished her was enough to cause a blazing inferno to sear his body. That was exacerbated by his mind that had gone fuzzy from the effect of Alicia’s saliva, dampening his self-restraint. In the end, he was left with no choice but to pull himself together with cold water.

Roel looked at the chilly bathroom he was in and heaved a sigh of relief.

Things had nearly gone south tonight, but fortunately, Alicia appeared to be too inebriated to walk after drinking his blood, or else this thin wooden door wouldn’t have been enough to stop her. That was a huge

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