Liam looked at the space above her head.
The number was still there. Floating. Glowing softly in that way only he could see.
**[80/100]**
Time stopped.
Tasha froze mid-breath, the bathroom silent and still around him.
The system appeared.
*[Option 1: "It's not about me. It's about you." | +10 Lust Points]*
*[Option 2: "Let her go." | +5 Lust Points]*
'How is this actually about her?' Liam thought, glancing at her frozen expression, then down at himself, then back up. 'I genuinely don't know. That doesn't even make sense when I say it in my head.'
He sighed. 'I have the chance to just stop this... but I'm just going to go with the flow.'
Time resumed.
"It's not about me," Liam said. "It's about you."
Tasha blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
She looked at him like he'd just said something in a language she didn't speak.
Then her eyes dropped.
His cock was still hard. Fully. Like the last ten minutes hadn't happened at all.
