Irene’s POV
What... what the hell did I just do?
My heart was pounding the mont I opened my eyes. This terrible, weirdly warm feeling spread across my chest like a slow burn of embarrassnt... or maybe dread. No, not maybe—definitely dread.
I feel like I’ve done sothing seriously embarrassing. The kind of thing that makes you want to scream into a pillow and never co out again.
My head was still a bit foggy, spinning lightly from last night’s drinks, but one thing was clear and that I wasn’t just drunk—I was wrecked. Like full-blown, black-out-the-world drunk. And that probably... no, that definitely pushed into doing sothing I never thought I’d do.
But the worst part?
I rembered everything. Every goddamn second.
The sounds, the touches, the heat... the way our bodies moved, tangled, lted together like it was the most natural thing in the world. My whole face turned red again just thinking about it, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to keep myself from spiraling out.
I sat up slowly. My legs wobbled under like jelly, weak and trembling—not from fatigue, but from the very obvious lingering sensations between them. My skin still felt flushed, almost feverish, and there was this soaked stickiness sliding between my thighs, making every little step feel... indecent. I could still feel that raw, humming pleasure between my legs, deep in my core. It hadn’t faded. Not even a little.
God, I wanted to scream.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and instantly regretted it.
My hair was a total ss, wild and frizzy from sweat. My lips were a bit swollen. My cheeks were still pink, and my skin had this afterglow that scread sex. There were faint red marks on my neck and collarbone, barely-there bruises on my inner thighs. I looked like I had just stepped off on one of the establishnts in the Pleasure City.
And yeah... I could still sll it. That faint, musky mix of sweat, and sothing undeniably sexual that clung to my skin like smoke.
Before I could even gather myself, the door creaked open.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
We both froze.
It was Rose.
She looked just as flustered as I felt, her hair a ss, cheeks flushed, and eyes wide as soon as we locked eyes.
Neither of us knew what to say. We just... stood there, the heavy silence pushing down on us like a damn fog. I could almost taste the awkwardness in the air.
"Y-You’re up early, huh?" Rose finally managed, her voice cracking slightly as she rubbed the side of her face.
"Y-You too," I replied, way too quickly. My voice sounded like I’d forgotten how to speak. Robotic. Flat. We both sounded like two people trying way too hard to sound normal.
We both knew what we were doing. We were tiptoeing around it like we didn’t just have a full-blown threeso with Leon less than 10 hours ago.
"D-Did you get a good night’s sleep? I... I sure didn’t. My head’s still killing from all that alcohol," she said with a forced little laugh, her hand rubbing her temple now.
"I-I did... sort of..." I mumbled. But who was I kidding?
It wasn’t sleep. It was more like passing out after hours of moaning, gasping, sweating, and—
God, just thinking about it made my thighs clench a little. I wanted to crawl into the floor and disappear.
This was so awkward.
A threeso. With her. And Leon.
What the actual hell happened to my morals?
In my defense... she was the one who started it. She leaned in first, kissed first, and touched first. But that didn’t an I was innocent. I could’ve said no. I could’ve walked away.
But I didn’t.
"Haaa..." Rose sighed, crossing her arms and looking away. "Okay. Let’s just stop pretending. There’s no way in hell either of us can just brush off what happened."
She was right. 100% right.
I let out a small, embarrassed sigh, giving her a weak, crooked smile. "You’re right..."
There was no ignoring it. No forgetting it. It wasn’t so blurry, alcohol-induced haze. It wasn’t a drunken mystery.
We rembered everything. Clearly. Viscerally.
"For soone who wants a monogamous relationship... I did sothing really fucking stupid," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. My cheeks were burning so hot I thought they might lt off.
If I didn’t hide behind my hands, I probably would’ve slamd my head into the mirror in sha.
But then I peeked through my fingers and caught Rose glancing at .
"W-Why are you blushing?"
"W-Well..." she stamred, looking away quickly. "Even though we were tipsy and got caught up in the mood... that doesn’t make what we did any less mortifying. I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen—it’s gonna haunt for life."
She paused, biting her lip.
"I... I gotta admit, though," she added, barely audible. "We had really good teamwork back there."
I blinked. "T-Teamwork?"
She looked at sheepishly. "I-I an... I wouldn’t have been able to handle Leon’s stamina alone. Just two rounds and I’d be done for. But with both of us? We actually got him to cum in double digits. Isn’t that kinda... impressive? Like, weirdly good teamwork?"
I stared at her.
"Y-You’re sounding like you just ca to terms with sothing really insane."
Rose shrugged helplessly. "Well, what else can I do? It happened. We can’t erase it."
She had a point. There was no rewinding the clock. There was no undoing the sweat, the moans, and the way we all lost ourselves in each other.
Maybe acceptance was better than torturing ourselves with guilt.
Then, we heard footsteps.
"Good morning, ladies," ca Leon’s voice, casual as ever. That sa cool smirk on his face.
"You both sleep well?"
There was a pause.
"Oh?" he chuckled. "You two look very embarrassed about what happened last night."
Rose and I both averted our gazes instantly, like scolded kids. Neither of us wanted to say anything. There really was nothing to say.
We were too embarrassed to even exist in the sa room.
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