CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 291: POOL PARTY 2

Now that he finally had time to swim again, Luciel wanted to stay in the water a little longer.

He swam leisurely, sometimes staying underwater for a while before resurfacing. Then, he simply floated on his back, gently paddling with his feet to keep himself afloat.

"Woah, I didn’t expect you to actually have 6-pack abs," Camille said, sitting at the edge of the pool and looking at him with a hint of envy.

"Of course, I have. Why do you think I don’t have any?" Luciel lazily answered.

"Since I met you, you rarely move around. Most of the time, I’ve only seen you sitting or lying on the sofa, watching movies or playing games. So of course I thought you didn’t have any abs at all."

"Didn’t you know I was a model before? As a model, it’s only natural to have a good body. I’ve had abs for a long time. And since I still exercise, of course I’ve kept them," Luciel replied nonchalantly.

The original Luciel had indeed worked as a model, so he had always taken care of his body and made sure it never deteriorated.

Fortunately, staying in shape had been easy for him—he didn’t gain weight easily, even if he ate a lot.

So, when the current Luciel came into this body, even though it wasn’t as strong as his original one, he had been satisfied with it.

Even now, despite spending a lot of time watching movies or playing games, he still made time to exercise inside their space, which helped him maintain his physique.

On top of that, his growing abilities were also contributing to his overall strength, making it even easier to stay fit.

"Are you really exercising? Or are you just talking about your nightly exercises with boss Treyton?" Camille said teasingly.

When he heard the words ’boss Treyton,’ he thought of something else.

Camille really had a habit of switching how he addressed them. Sometimes he called them by name; other times he used "Boss" or "Sir," just like the others.

Because of that, he was influencing the way the rest of the team spoke as well—some had started calling them "Boss" or "Sir" occasionally.

However, the others still wouldn’t just call them by their names even though they actually don’t mind being called just by their names.

Only a few of them would really just call their names directly without adding "boss" or "sir."

Even though he thought of something else for a moment, he still replied to Camille.

"Of course, that’s part of it. Why are you asking about my abs?" Luciel asked.

"I’m just jealous," Camille replied, clearly frustrated. "No matter what I do, I really can’t develop abs like that at all. I trained regularly and even pushed myself harder after I had a physical checkup. I asked the doctor about it, and he said it might be because of my genes."

He let out a small sigh, then continued with a mix of anger and grievance, "I didn’t want to believe it, so I trained even harder, but in the end there’s still no change at all, and I couldn’t get six-pack abs at all."

"If it’s genes, then there’s really nothing you can do about it," Luciel said nonchalantly. "If you’re really that envious, then just focus on successfully catching Zam. That way, you can freely feel his abs whenever you want—no need to be jealous of anyone else."

"You’re right. I’ve already watched a lot of handsome guys with abs this time, but I haven’t touched any yet.

I’ll talk to you again later. I’m going to look for Zam now and see if he’ll let me touch his abs," Camille said with a look of anticipation as he started scanning the area for Zam.

When Camille spotted Zam, he didn’t say another word. He just stood up and immediately walked over to where Zam was.

Luciel also didn’t say anything to Camille anymore and didn’t stop him. He wanted to watch what would happen next, so of course he wouldn’t stop Camille at all.

When Camille arrived in front of Zam, he directly asked, "Can you let me touch your abs for a while?"

Zam quickly said, "No."

"Why not? Just let me touch it for just a bit. Just one minute will do."

Zam still said, "No."

"Really, I just want to touch them because I..."

Camille said what he said to Luciel a while ago but with more grievance in his tone. He even said more of his hardship while wanting to build abs just to sound more pitiful.

With Zam’s ability, Luciel knew that he had probably already heard everything they had talked about.

However, Zam didn’t say anything at first and simply listened to Camille rambling on.

And acting pitiful seemed to truly have an effect on Zam. Just as Camille was about to start spouting more nonsense, Zam cut him off and said, "All right. You can touch them."

"Thanks!" Camille replied excitedly, immediately leaning in and placing his hands on Zam’s abs without any hesitation.

Luciel could see that Camille didn’t have any deep feelings for Zam yet. Camille’s feelings could just be said to be a crush and a feeling of appreciation.

Zam also didn’t have feelings for Camille yet, but he was obviously more tolerant of Camille.

Neither of them had deep feelings for each other yet, so Luciel was curious to see how their relationship would develop in the future.

He was interested to see whether they would truly fall for each other and end up together—or if, for one reason or another, they would go their separate ways.

While Luciel’s mind wandered for a bit, Zam already held Camille’s hand and stopped him from touching his abs.

"Don’t! I haven’t touched enough yet!" Camille immediately said.

Zam simply said, "You’ve already touched them."

"No, you didn’t even let me touch them for one minute. You should at least let me touch them for a whole minute," Camille said, and his other hand got close to Zam again, wanting to touch his abs more.

Zam didn’t even manage to reply because before he could say anything, Aunt Cana, who had just arrived, spoke.