Chapitre 532: I'm not tired, I'm worn out

Isabelle stared at the canopy of her bed.

When Snowball hopped on top of her, she gave a little squeak. She didn't have the strength to lift the kitten off, and her body ached.

"Mrrow?"

"...Yes?" She mumbled to her kitty.

"Rrrrow?"

"I...I can't. Move." She croaked. Her voice was raspy, and her mouth dry.

He was unimpressed, and began licking her nose.

"Hahh. S-Stop it." She giggled, but still couldn't move her arms to shove him away.

He didn't seem concerned. In fact, the smug cat took the opportunity to continue his grooming.

"Bwah-"

Lyov laughed from. Wherever he sat. She was too sore and tired to look. Not her fault, though. Her husbands were relentless.

Especially when she'd gone so long without, and was basically begging them. She'd have to go easier on begging them next time. Four men who were pent up for weeks, and horny and eager, and in the prime of their sexual life?