Maya and Vera now peacefully slumbered on either side of Cian, cradled in his left and right hand. As he stared up at the ceiling, he took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"Tomorrow is the three-day Micesse party..." he mumbled to himself.
Carefully, he gently laid both Vera and Maya down on the bed. It was no wonder they were exhausted after the intense, relentless pleasure they had experienced. Cian wasn't surprised by their fatigue. He rose from the bed, feeling the need for a breath of fresh air, and made his way to the veranda outside his room.
And then...
"...Don't you think what you're doing is wrong? Watching us have sex from the shadows... You must have some peculiar fetish." Cian spoke out, his gaze fixed nowhere in particular. It seemed as though he was addressing the empty air. "So, your revenge is finally going to happen? Aren't you happy?"