Adam stood frozen in his dimly lit room, the faint. His heart pounded, not from the thrill of the Osmondra envelope on his desk, but from the sight before him.
There, sprawled across his luxurious silk sheets, was Priscilla, his older sister, his teacher, his fierce, infuriating tsundere mentor.
Her petite frame, barely taller than a child, glided against the fabric with slow, hot, and intimate movements, her naked skin catching the night light filtering through the mansion's walls.
Her small breasts barely rose from her chest, but her thick thighs and curvaceous hips pressed into the sheets, leaving faint damp marks that made Adam's throat go dry.
Her blonde drill ponytails splayed across the pillow, and her red eyes, brighter than Clara's, and Moca, as it was more sharper, and more beautiful like two of the most expensive ruby being just apart from each other, locked onto his golden eyes, a mix of embarrassment and arousal stemming from the two.
"P-Priscilla!?"
