"…Why do I hear multiple people panting in there? And why does it smell like... wait."
"Open the damn door already!"
Luna Harper pounded on my dorm room door like a debt collector who knew exactly where I was hiding.
Beside me, the bed was a complete disaster zone.
Eveline was tightly cocooned under the blanket, experiencing a full-blown spiritual meltdown. Althea looked like she was genuinely debating whether she had enough stamina left to strangle me.
And Alicia? She just stretched her pale, naked limbs lazily against my side, pulling the sheet up a fraction to cover her tits like this was just a normal Tuesday morning. Honestly, her complete lack of shame was terrifying.
"Arthur," Luna called again, her voice dripping with suspicion. "Why does it sound like a slaughterhouse in there?"
Up near the ceiling, Sol was floating in her tiny fairy form, laughing so hard she was practically glitching out of physical space.
I let out a heavy sigh.
