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Join the ServerThe commotion Lucia and Shally made in the next room wasn’t loud—it could barely be heard in this room. Only Betty Lane, shamelessly pressing her ear against the wall to eavesdrop, could catch it.
The beast-eared girl sat on the other side of the room, completely unaware of the stimulating game unfolding next door.
In her eyes, there was only the roasted meat.
Only the two skewers of roasted meat Lucia had left her before leaving.
The roasted meat was delicious. Whether it was brushed with honey or something else, it was very sweet, very sweet.
But no matter how good it was, there came a time to finish it.
When she snapped out of her reverie and wanted to savor it, only the last piece remained on the fork, gnawed with a bite mark.
The beast-eared girl lacked the courage to touch the other food on the table. The roasted meat Lucia had given her was her entire meal.
She couldn’t bear to finish it. She ate slower and slower, taking tiny nibbles, each bite smaller than the last.
She tried to infinitely prolong the last piece by tearing off ever smaller bits.
Just then, Betty Lane was riled up by the noises from the next room. She stormed out of her own room, marched to the adjacent door, and without a word, kicked it open.
“Bang!!!” The forceful kick sent the door flying open.
Betty Lane charged into the room and saw two girls entwined on the single bed.
Betty instinctively assumed that her Lucia must be the passive one, so she subconsciously looked at the girl pinned beneath.
The girl below had flowing black hair like a waterfall, wearing only a thin shirt and shorts. It was Shally.
Though Shally was in the lower position, her hand was raised high, unbuttoning the clothes of the girl on top.
Meanwhile, the girl sitting astride Shally had silver hair cascading down her back, drunken eyes hazy, flushed cheeks—whether from alcohol or shyness—as she gazed down with great interest.
That one on top was Lucia!
Th-this didn’t quite match what Betty Lane had imagined.
In her mind, her Lucia was so shy, so pure. When faced with such a situation, even if she didn’t resist desperately, she’d at least be forced into it. No matter what, she wouldn’t be the one on top!
In her memories, wasn’t Lucia that weak, submissive loli who would ‘eep’ at a touch, blush at a tease, and flush red at a head pat?
Then why, why was her Lucia the one on top!?!
Last night, they had even hugged each other through the night, but Betty Lane had only managed to hug Lucia, and that alone kept her too excited to sleep all night.
Could it be that Lucia’s acceptance threshold was actually very high?
And the truly reserved, weak, submissive one wasn’t Lucia, but herself?!
Betty Lane froze.
The sound of the door opening also startled Shally, making her stop what she was doing and look at Betty Lane awkwardly.
Though Shally didn’t care much about face, being caught in the middle of such an act still made her feel embarrassed.
While both Betty Lane and Shally stood in awkward silence, it was the drunken Lucia who made the first move.
Lucia straddled Shally’s waist, pressed a finger to her lips, and playfully licked her fingertip, leaving a glistening thread of saliva before reaching out to Betty Lane in invitation.
She said seductively, “Want to join in, Betty?”
This bold declaration nearly shattered Betty Lane’s worldview.
Betty staggered back a step. Her nose tingled, and warm, wet liquid dripped from her nostrils.
Of course, Betty Lane wanted to say yes to Lucia, but—no! She wouldn’t agree!
What did ‘join in’ mean!
Was it suggesting she, Lucia, and Shally engage in a group activity together!!
Lucia’s invitation was simply too, too, too… avant-garde!
Yes. Exactly. Avant-garde.
No matter the situation, Betty Lane could not and would not ever tag Lucia with any negative words.
Words like wanton, lascivious, lewd, debauched, depraved, unsatisfied, or lustful could never be applied to Lucia.
No.
Her Lucia was simply drunk and made the mistake every woman makes.
“You’re bleeding.” Shally quietly reminded.
Shally’s voice brought Betty Lane back into focus.
Sober Shally, drunk Lucia.
That made Betty Lane overturn her previous thoughts. Her Lucia hadn’t made any mistake at all! Lucia was pure and spotless!
The truly wanton, lascivious, lewd, debauched, depraved, unsatisfied, and lustful one was Shally!
It was this despicable woman who, taking advantage of Lucia’s drunkenness, was trying to strip Lucia and attempt to do unspeakable things to her!
Absolutely despicable!
Betty Lane wouldn’t get angry at Lucia, but she would get angry at Shally.
With a ferocious glare at Shally, she strode to the bed and scooped Lucia up.
“Your Grace, you’re drunk. Let me help you to… mmph!”
Betty Lane’s words were cut off.
Blocked by Lucia’s lips and the tongue trying to force its way into her mouth, completely stifled.
“Thump.” Following Betty’s momentum, Lucia took advantage of Betty’s shock to push her down onto the plush carpet.
Their lips parted, a glistening thread connecting their mouths.
Lucia took a deep breath, her outstretched tongue severing the thread. She let out a slightly crazed laugh.
“Hehehe, Betty.”
“I’ve always remembered how you used to bully me when I was little…”
“Every time, you controlled me.”
“I’ve~ long wanted to see…”
“The formidable Knight Betty, pinned beneath me, humiliated, played with by me. Hehehe, hahahaha…”
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