Apacci took a deep breath, gripping her fork a little too hard as she tried—tried—to focus on her food. But it was impossible.
Why?
Because everything Sun-Sun did was sending her into a downward spiral of forbidden flashbacks.
The way she sipped her tea—delicate, yet sensual.
The way she licked her lips after taking a bite—slow and deliberate.
The way she stretched her arms above her head, subtly arching her back—like she had been doing something far more exhausting last night.
And Apacci knew for a fact she had been. Like, come on, you do not just forget something like that. Though, if she did want to forget it, she would have to go to Gabriel and have him wipe her memory.
Hm, yes, that was 100% a good idea. 'Yo, Gabriel, mind removing the memory of me seeing you pounding my friend's guts in? Thank you.'
Yeah, as if that would work. She was being sarcastic—that plan would not work.
Plus, for that plan to work, she herself would have to speak to him... and just thinking about it caused her thighs to clench together involuntarily. Damn it.
She shoved another piece of food in her mouth, aggressively chewing. This was not happening. She was not getting all hot and bothered over memories.
She was not wishing it was her there. She was an innocent girl. She would never wish to have her guts turned to mush.
"Apacci," Sun-Sun's voice was dripping with amusement. "You're awfully quiet today."
Apacci nearly choked on her food. "Shut up." She was already on the defensive now.
Sun-Sun could see that. Apacci usually would have a witty comeback, yet now she was all flustered already. She smirked a bit before resting her chin on her hand. "Oh? No witty comeback? That's not like you."
Mila Rose, blissfully unaware, was busy demolishing her third plate of food. "Damn, this place is amazing," she mumbled between bites. "Gabriel really went all out renting this whole resort."
Well, to be fair, it was more like some light business. Gabriel would make a fortune in the plastic surgery business—making an 80-year-old man look 20 again truly worked miracles.
Apacci barely heard Mila Rose's praise. She was too busy drowning in sinful memories she didn't ask for. Every little action Sun-Sun made triggered something.
The way she adjusted her hair—
The way she sighed contentedly—
The way she crossed her legs—
'She's doing this on purpose.'
Apacci felt her face burn. She needed to get out of here.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she muttered, standing up a little too fast.
Sun-Sun's smirk widened. "I'll join you." She felt something was off, and she would find out what it was.
—
Inside the bathroom, Apacci splashed cold water on her face, gripping the edges of the sink. 'Get it together, girl.'
That would be the words she told herself in her mind. She was better than this.
Then, a smooth voice behind her. "You saw it, didn't you?"
She stiffened.
And that confirmed it for Sun-Sun. She only had a hunch earlier, but all of Apacci's reactions until now... hm.
Yeah, she saw it.
Plus, Sun-Sun swore she did see someone, but she only thought her mind was playing tricks on her. She wasn't in the best mental headspace, with two fingers in her mouth and several inches of His Majesty inside her guts.
Anyway, enough about that—back to teasing her friend.
Sun-Sun leaned against the counter, watching her through the mirror. "That explains why you're acting so... shaken."
Apacci scoffed, turning away. "I didn't see anything."
Sun-Sun chuckled. "Oh, Apacci... you're a terrible liar."
Apacci bit her lip. "I—"
And then—oh no. Sun-Sun's eyes flickered downward.
She could see it, no matter how she hid it.
A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "You're damp."
Apacci's entire soul left her body.
"No, I'm not—"
Sun-Sun tilted her head, stepping closer. "If you want it, you can just say so. Gabriel wouldn't mind."
"I would never—!"
Sun-Sun gave her an amused look. "Mm. Sure."
Apacci clenched her fists, but her entire body was betraying her. She was so damn flustered.
Then, Sun-Sun whispered in her ear, "If you want to experience it... Room 307."
And with that, she left.
Apacci definitely wasn't going to show up.
No way.
She would never do this.
—
So, um, later that day, she stood in front of Room 307. Don't ask questions—she was just there for reasons.
Her hands clenched at her sides, her heart hammering.
She wasn't here because she wanted to be. She was just... curious.
Yeah. That was it. Curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door.
And the first thing she saw was Gabriel.
He blinked in surprise. "Apacci?"
From the look of the room, he had just finished experimenting on a creature that wasn't Hollow-like in nature.
Yet, his gaze made her feel weak.
She scrambled for an excuse. "Uh—I was just—"
His eyes trailed down.
Her shaking legs.
Her very damp undergarments.
The revealing lingerie.
'So this was what Sun-Sun told me about?' he thought to himself as he looked at the very scared girl.
Using a variant of Bringer of Light, he appeared behind her.
"It's fine. Be honest with your feelings. It won't hurt, I promise," he said, giving her his most gentle smile.
She could feel his dominating presence—it felt suffocating. She felt quite weak in his presence, her legs unable to hold.
"Please... be... gentle..." was all her weak little voice managed to say.
Giving her a kiss, he accepted her small request.
"Of course."
While she was standing, he began kissing her, his hand wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close.
She melted into his embrace, wanting more—feeling like she needed more and more.
One thing led to another, and...
—
Time skip.
Apacci woke up, her body feeling a bit sore—like, just a bit. She forgot what she was doing the night before. Her gaze landed on the slightly dark skin in front of her.
She was stunned. Did she sleep next to Mila-Rose?
Maybe. She forgot. She then looked at the body longer—Mila-Rose was not this muscular.
Well, no biggie. Slightly parting her legs, she witnessed as something white began to leak out...
Her gaze lifted again. Did female Hollows produce milk from that area?
She looked up at him. Wait—that was Gabriel.
Heh.
Heh?!
Did they...?
Memories of the night flashed in her mind... oh lord... oh no.
She looked all over the room, seeing signs of their passion everywhere. Seemed like they didn't start at the bed. They started where she stood, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, then the damn ceiling, and finally, the bed.
Yet, as she felt this worried, she felt his body against hers... and she felt safe.
Maybe it wasn't so bad.
A/N No smut cause one my friend read my shit, two I am not that good at them, 3 use your dam imagination, I gave enough clue for yall to guess what had happened in the room, jut fill in the blank.