WHAT KIND OF TRAP IS THIS?!

[Part 3/12 of today's Mass release! Here you go fellas! Big Shout-out to Dirtydew!]

Hugo sat there, his soul on the verge of collapsing, his heart pounding like a drum in a war march.

Erica's hand was still there.

Not just there—moving.

Her fingers, light as a feather but dangerous as a loaded gun, were stroking his thigh with precision that defied human logic.

It wasn't some clumsy, accidental touch—oh no, this was professional level teasing. She was particularly skilled with her hands and her knowledge of pressure was unmatched!

She was applying pressure in just the right places, moving in slow, tormenting patterns like she had studied the ancient forbidden techniques of seduction.

'This girl… this demonic temptress… this certified homewrecker in training…'

DOES SHE HAVE NO SHAME?!

He couldn't believe it. They had just met. Although they had winked at each other a lot of times and even flirted once, that was all!