A new Day 4

His stomach lurched. He knew that look too—knew it was a game, a ploy she'd pulled before. But those tears, that tremble, they'd hooked him every time. Not today.

With a surge of resolve, his gaze turned merciless. He shoved her off, hard, sending her tumbling back toward the wardrobe. She hit the floor with a soft thud, sprawled face-down beside the dark wood.

The white-haired girl crowed, her voice sharp with glee. "That's what you get for your shitty acting, sis!"

She lunged at Gino from behind, her arms snaking over his shoulders, her cheek pressing to his neck with a possessive grin. Her gown rustled, her scales brushing his skin, a reminder of her claim.

"Cut it out," Gino snapped, shaking her off with a violent twist. She stumbled back, landing on the bed with a pout, while he spun to face them both. "Search for my badge—now."

The black-haired girl lifted her head from the floor, rubbing the back of her skull with an embarrassed, lopsided smile. "Oops," she mumbled, her voice thick with mock shame.

thud… thud

A dull pounding jolted the room, yanking their attention to the wardrobe. The doors rattled, trembling as if something inside fought to break free, then fell still. Three pairs of eyes locked on it, the air thickening with unease.

"I think your fleshlight's trying to escape," the white-haired girl quipped, her smirk cutting through the tension.

"Shut up," Gino shot back, his tone harsh, his patience fraying.

thud… thud… thud… rustle… rustle… Yawwwnnnnnnnn~~~~

The wardrobe doors burst open, flung wide by a long, lazy yawn that unleashed a tidal wave of stench—booze, sharp and overripe, like a distillery gone sour. It flooded the room, stinging Gino's eyes, clogging his throat with its rancid bite.

The snakes reacted first. The black one smashed through the window by the stove, glass shattering outward, while the white one rammed the pane beside the bed, letting in a rush of cold morning air. The odor began to thin, but the source lingered.

Gino pinched his nose, squinting into the wardrobe's dark maw. The white-haired girl mirrored him, her free hand clutching his arm, while the black-haired girl sprang onto the bed beside him, her fake-frightened pout pressing her ample chest against his elbow.

A massive vodka bottle—half-empty, its label peeling—toppled from the wardrobe and shattered on the floor, jagged shards glinting in the dim light. Then she emerged.

A woman, sunk in Gino's clothes like a drunken scarecrow, swayed into view. She was half-awake, her blonde hair a tangled halo spilling from beneath a crooked police cap—his cap. Her torso wobbled as she stepped forward, one bare foot crunching glass, then the other, oblivious to the mess.

The clothes slipped off her in stages, unraveling her like a sloppy burlesque act. His favorite jacket slid to the floor, followed by a T-shirt, revealing a tight black police shirt—his shirt—unbuttoned to the third clasp, framing a white bra straining against her enormous bust.

A white garter belt cinched her waist, stark against her bare hips—no pants, just silky white panties clinging wetly to her curvy backside. Semi-transparent stockings hugged her long legs, their wide gaps exposing smooth, porcelain skin that gleamed with a careless allure.

She blinked, bleary-eyed, swaying like a ship in a storm, then locked onto Gino with a hazy grin. "There you are," he said, pointing straight at her, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The twins froze, their heads whipping to follow his gaze, confusion knitting their brows. But Gino's focus zeroed in on one thing: his badge, pinned proudly to the woman's right breast, glinting against the black fabric like a taunting prize.

"Me?" she slurred, her expression a sloppy cocktail of surprise, joy, and intoxication. "C'mere, gimme a kiss…"

"Wait—!" Gino's protest came too late.

She charged, a stumbling juggernaut of blonde hair and booze, her arms outstretched. The bed rocked as the twins sprang into action, the white-haired girl gripping his shoulders, the black-haired one clamping his arm, yanking him five feet back, away from the drunken woman.

A black snake darted from under the bed, slamming into the woman's feet. She tripped, her upper body pitching forward with unstoppable force.

"Whoaa!"

Instead of crashing to the floor, she landed face-first on the bed, her nose inches from Gino's crotch. The twins' grip tightened, nails biting into his skin, their fake smiles twitching with barely veiled fury as they glared at her spilling cleavage.

She stared at his briefs, then up at his face, then back down, a slow, drunken epiphany lighting her eyes. "Aaah~~~~ So this is what you want… My secret special 14, extra sloppy and wet blowjob with suction 3000?"

"No," Gino said flatly, cutting her off.

The twins' fingers dug deeper, their displeasure seeping through gritted teeth. She didn't notice, tilting her head with a pout. "So, is it my secret special 8, rub-rub tittyrub?"

"No."

"Is it my secret special—"

"I just want my badge. That would be enough."

The room pulsed with tension—the twins' jealousy, the woman's drunken haze, the snakes hissing faintly beneath the bed.