Grabbing Her Fat Cheeks

Meanwhile, Artis skidded to a perfect, ridiculous stop near the utterly violated exposed man.

And then—he DROPPED Lily right onto her feet.

Right in front of him.

Like an offering to the gods of debauchery.

The Exposed Man gulped.

Hard.

His very-average, very-pathetic, very-traumatized little soldier twitched in fear.

Lily, however, was still processing the fact that she had just been princess-carried like a damn damsel and yeeted into some kind of cult initiation.

"W-what the fuck are we doing?!"

She snapped. Artis grinned.

"Making history, Lily."

"What the—?! What history are you even talking about? What the fuck is going on?!"

Lily's entire face was flushed.