I arrived at the place where I was supposed to et Gabrielle.
The familiar sign of the Leonamon Cake Shop greeted from the outside, though sothing imdiately felt... off. The usual faint chatter from custors was missing, and when I stepped closer, the warm, sugary scent that usually drifted out the door was faint—muted.
The first thing I noticed was that the staff were already gone. The second was that Amy was in the middle of closing up shop.
That alone was strange enough—considering it was still well into the afternoon. The orange hue of the sun had only just begun to spread across the streets, painting everything in that soft, dreamy glow that usually made the place look even more inviting. There was no reason at all for the store to be shutting down this early.
"Ah, Master."
"Amy," I called out, stepping toward her. "Why are you closing so early?"
Her expression didn’t change from her usual calm, that faint, mysterious smile still on her lips—her eyes, as always, completely shut like she’d been born that way.
"Well," she said lightly, "Lady Gabrielle asked to close the store early. She said tonight would be... a wild ti, so she wanted to finish up sooner than usual."
Wild ti, huh?
The way she said it carried weight—like there was sothing hidden just beneath those simple words. If Gabrielle put it that way, she definitely had an agenda. And if I was being honest with myself... I was starting to suspect it was going to be much more than I’d anticipated.
And honestly, sothing about that—about knowing there was so kind of ga being played—was making my pulse quicken in excitent.
"Master, she’s in the secret room," Amy said, reaching into her pocket and pressing the key into my palm.
With her saying that, I knew for sure—whatever Gabrielle had prepared, it wasn’t going to be sothing small.
"I’m going back ho now. Enjoy your ti, Master."
She gave a polite bow, turned, and made her way to the parking lot. A mont later, she slipped into her car, started the engine, and drove away.
I stood there for a second, still wondering—like I always did—how the hell she managed to drive with her eyes perpetually shut. How did she even pass a driving test? How did she see the road? But then again... Amy had her own quirks, and she was surprisingly competent at more things than people would expect.
Now then... ti to see what was waiting for .
I pushed the key into the lock, stepped inside the cake shop, and closed the door behind , turning the bolt until it clicked.
The place was eerily quiet now. No clinking dishes as well as no distant hum of the oven—just my own footsteps echoing faintly as I made my way toward the secret room.
That room... I knew it well. Whenever I wanted to fuck Amy, that’s where we went. It was fully stocked with things to tease and play, toys for foreplay, tools to heighten pleasure—essentially, it was a love room, but a smaller and more compact version.
The walk there felt longer than usual, like the air itself was heavier.
Finally, I stopped in front of the door.
It was closed.
I lifted my hand and knocked.
The sound was swallowed almost instantly by the thick, quiet air. Then...
Footsteps.
Slow, deliberate footsteps—so slow it was almost unnerving. Each step seed to echo in the small hallway, drawing closer until they stopped just behind the door.
A click, then the faint creak of hinges.
And then—
It hit .
An intoxicating wave of scent flooded out of the crack in the door. Sweet, warm... and thick. Pheromones. It slipped into my lungs, rushed into my head, and made my mind feel hazy, my thoughts slowing into sothing primal.
It had to be pheromones. Because my body reacted instantly. My cock twitched inside my pants, a rush of heat pooling in my groin, my heartbeat quickening.
The door wasn’t fully open—just enough for to see her.
Gabrielle.
Her body, even with the changes over ti because of being currently pregnant, was still dangerously beautiful. Her breasts had grown larger, their fullness causing a very slight, natural sag that only made them look more real and more touchable. Her one-piece dress clung to every curve of her body like it had been sewn just for her, shaping and showcasing her figure in a way that was impossible to ignore. It was making her stomach easier to bulge.
I swallowed hard.
There was sothing new in the air around her. It was an aura I couldn’t quite describe. It wasn’t just seductive. It was warm, almost maternal, like she could pull into her arms and lt completely if she wanted to.
"Hello, Master. I’m sorry for the sudden call," she said, her lips curling into a gentle smile.
It should’ve been the sa smile I’d seen countless tis before, but now... it was different. It carried a weight, a pull, that made it almost impossible to look away.
"I-It’s fine," I managed to say.
Her eyes lowered, and she noticed the bulge straining against my pants.
Even though we’d been together countless tis before, that simple look—combined with her current aura—made feel a spike of embarrassnt.
"You’re already hard, Master. Is that... for ?" she asked softly.
"Well, it’s hard not to be, when you’re like this, Gabrielle," I replied.
She chuckled lightly, that low, teasing sound curling around like smoke. "Fufufu... And what am I like?"
"So... mature, I guess."
"My~ Does that an I wasn’t this mature back then?" she said, tilting her head. "Well, I suppose becoming a mother to your child does have its benefits." She rubbed her hand on her stomach. Her smile deepened slightly. "Tonight, you can savor as much as you want. However..."
Her eyes glead faintly, her tone shifting into sothing more playful.
"I don’t want to take the full brunt of your libido since I’m still delicate. That’s why I decided not to make myself your only feast tonight."
The mischievous curve of her lips told she’d set up sothing far more exciting than I’d imagined.
She stepped back, swinging the door open fully—
And there they were.
Two won sprawled across a big bed, waiting.
"H-Hello, Master~..." Irene’s voice was soft, almost shy.
"F-Feast your eyes on our bodies, Master..." Rose added, her tone trembling ever so slightly.
My eyes widened, the breath catching in my throat.
This was...
A literal feast for the eyes.
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