"What the?!"
Marcus cursed, fumbling in the dark. Then he froze.
A sharp gasp cut through the silence.
Followed by wet, sloppy sounds. Slurps. Muffled moans.
Right there, inches away.
[Ding! 200 NTR points credited!]
[Good job, host!!!]
Marcus's mind went blank. His body stiffened. No way. That couldn't be Lily. She was standing right here!
But those sounds felt like they were echoing right from her direction. His brain started melting like butter on a hot pan.
Then—buzz!—the lights flickered back on.
Lily stood there, wobbling on her feet, cheeks redder than a tomato on Valentine's Day. Her lips quivered. Her breath came out hot and uneven.
Nothing looked… wrong, and yet everything did.
And then Marcus looked at Alex.
The man had the most casual smile plastered on his face, but his mouth—his lips—were glistening. Wet. Shiny. Suspiciously so.
