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Wukong had a lot to be prideful for.
His powers, his kingdom, his overall success in general.
Not just anyone can stir up as much chaos in Heaven as he did, after all.
Those things were well and good in all, but Wukong wasn’t as nearly as proud of them as he was with his looks.
‘Beautiful Monkey King’ was a title he was dubbed with since Wukong left Flower Fruit Mountain. The moment the golden monkey was introduced to demon society.
It was flattering, really. Sure, Wukong always knew that he was good-looking, but he didn’t know how attractive demons considered him to be.
Every higher-up demon Wukong ever met tried their hand at courting him at some point. Even Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan!
Wukong smiled fondly at the memory. A light blush decorated his already pink face. The Bull King and Princess had been very forward about their interest in him. But then again most of the demons who wanted to court Wukong were.
In the end, though, Wukong ended up turning them all down. Be it some more harshly than others.
Many of his demon suitors were outraged when they got rejected. But Wukong made quick work of getting rid of them. Not wanting those ill-tempered heathens anywhere near his monkey subjects. Good riddance. Wukong would never even consider taking on someone as a potential spouse if they can’t even handle one little rejection.
Regardless though, Wukong was still considered ‘The Beautiful Monkey King’ by many.
The title gave Wukong a new sense of pride. He’s valued for his strengths, skills, charm, and looks.
In front of a large mirror, Wukong sat down as his servants tended to him. One brushing his hair. Taking the comb and untangling any knots they came across. Another massaging his shoulders. Helping him relax into his chair. And one more massaging his feet as he was leaning back in his inclined seat.
Wukong’s servants also took pride in their work. Happy to serve their King and to take care of his needs. Patiently waiting for him to be done with his bath and start helping him relax at the end of a busy day.
Besides, proper and good hygiene was also something to be proud of. Especially for monkeys. After all, a well-groomed monkey was a monkey that was accepted by others. And since all of Wukong’s subjects loved him, they wanted to make sure that their King always looked his best.
Wukong sighed in contentment. Even purring a little at his servant who was brushing his hair. The brush strokes made him feel as if he was being petted.
The King peeked one eye open to look at himself through the mirror. Smiling at himself.
It happened decades since a demon had tried to court Wukong. But even then, the Monkey King’s title proceeds him.
People say looks aren’t everything, but it doesn’t hurt to have them.