Flap, flap.
A soft sound made Roger open his eyes.
Outside the window, a vine stretched out its tender branches. At the tip of the branch, a small bird with red-feathered crest tilted its head, curiously observing the chaos on the bed.
Roger carefully withdrew the arm that Goway had been resting on and slowly sat up. He grabbed a soft blanket and draped it over Hathaway's bare body.
"What utter nonsense."
He muttered casually, recalling the events of the previous night. Even someone as thick-skinned as him couldn't help but feel his mouth dry.
Some things, it seems, truly captivate many people.
There's definitely some truth to it, he couldn't help but sigh. Just one experience was enough to instinctively make him crave a second and third time.
Ahem, maybe expand the scope a bit?
Increase the number of participants?
Roger couldn't help but fantasize. Even as a Transcendent, biological instincts hadn't deprived him of certain pleasures.
