Chapter 281

John was keeping his head very low, trying his best not to stand out. The sound of cooking from the kitchen was one of the few sounds that echoed through the tension-thick air of the living room. Even the clanging of pots and pans were kept to a minimum, Aclysia doing her best not to give any of the three angry women sitting around the living room any reason to increase their animosity towards the world.

Only Nathalia, boringly masturbating on a chair while looking through a Playgirl, had no intent to keep silent and moaned in her husky voice. John felt triply awkward about this: one, because of the general situation, two, because she was masturbating in the living room, and three, because she was looking at pictures of naked men that weren't him.