"How did he pull it off?"
A man in his forties, looking a bit thin but carrying the mature charm of middle age, was pressing down on top of a woman.
Men are strange, especially those who are excellent and outstanding—the older they get, the more attractive they become.
This was a very attractive man, a textbook "Mr. Federation" who matched the aesthetic of Federation women.
Only his expression at this moment was a bit odd, some excitement hidden in the distortion, like the look some sadists wear when their excitement reaches its peak.
He was Chris's husband, a Chief Justice of the State Court, and beneath him was his wife, Chris.
She didn't answer, just clenched her teeth tightly.
The man didn't care, and went on talking all sorts of humiliating nonsense to himself. He was tormenting her, and he seemed to be savoring the lines.
A moment later, everything returned to silence, and the two of them lay at the head of the bed.
