Moans? Fors? Xio? Are they in danger?
More muffled moans made their way past the thick wall. If Klein could hear them from here, it meant that Fors and Xio must have been moaning very loudly. However, due to the muffling from the wall, Klein's ears didn't think these were moans from pleasure, but instead from pain—from being attacked. Why else would someone moan so loudly?
Klein, oblivious to the fact that his own moans were also heard, became worried for Fors and Xio.
"Stay here," he whispered to Audrey, not trying to make her panic. She was still lying down on her stomach, basking in the afterglow of sex, her pussy still dripping semen.
"Mhmm," she replied.
Klein remotely ignited a match inside the adjacent room, and flames swallowed up his own body.
When he first got to this summer house, he had placed a single match in every room just in case.
A magician never performs unprepared!
He walked out of a torrent of flames in the room next door. He had used Flame Jump to appear in Fors and Xio's room!
As the flames died down, he analyzed the situation. Fors and Xio were naked, sitting on the ground next to the wall that connected their rooms. Underneath them was a puddle of an unknown substance. And they both... had their hands inside each other's pussies as they kissed?
Huh? Klein was stunned by what he was seeing. There was no danger here! It was only two women devouring each other's bodies.
Fors and Xio both turned around to see the man who had suddenly appeared out of an incandescent torrent of flames. He was a man with brown eyes and black hair. He had a lean, but muscular body.
"Ah... "Fors tried to speak up, but her gaze was locked onto something else.
Xio also noticed the same thing. They both couldn't take their eyes off of it.
What are they looking... at... His thoughts froze as he looked at the pair of girls on the floor and followed their gaze. They were looking at his still-erect cock.
Klein was still naked.
A split second later, he gathered his thoughts and conjured illusory clothes to cover himself up.
Was I... seeing things?! Fors and Xio both had this same thought. One moment, they saw the man known as Klein Moretti and his massive, erect cock, and in the next moment, he was dressed in the same swimwear he was wearing out on the beach.
Fors and Xio both turned their gazes away, a furious blush creeping up their necks to their faces. The air in the room, once filled with their passion, was now frozen solid with awkwardness. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity.
It was Klein who finally broke the tension.
His mind, capable of running countless scenarios in a split second, had settled on an excuse. He cleared his throat, his voice steady and devoid of the panic screaming within him.
"I sensed a spiritual disturbance from this room," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I came to ensure your safety."
He scanned the room with a deliberately analytical gaze, completely ignoring the fact that they were completely naked and in the middle of sex. "It appears to have been a false alarm. The spiritual fluctuations have already dissipated."
Fors, ever the one to seize a lifeline in an awkward situation, nodded quickly. "A disturbance? Yes! Yes, we felt it too! A... a sudden chill! Very strange."
Xio, on the other hand, remained quiet as her mind tried to piece something together. Mr. Moretti is a Beyonder? Just how powerful is he? Hmm, well, it makes sense for Audrey to be dating a Beyonder...
"...right, Xio?" Fors asked nervously.
"Huh? Ah, yes! There was a chill, but it's gone now."
"I see," Klein said with a nod.
The illusory swimsuit felt as thin as paper, and he fought the urge to physically check if it was still there. "Since everything is in order, I will take my leave. You may continue your... activities."
Without another word, with a silent ignition, his body was consumed by a column of crimson flames, vanishing as suddenly as he had arrived.
Fors and Xio stared at the spot where Klein had just been, then slowly looked at each other.
"Did... " Fors started, her voice almost inaudible. "...Did you see...?"
"I don't know what I saw," Xio muttered, scrambling to find a blanket to cover herself. Her cheeks were bright red. "He said it was a spiritual disturbance."
"Right," Fors agreed, pulling a sheet around her own shoulders. "But for a second there, I could have sworn Mr. Moretti was... you know..."
"Yeah..."
"Hmm, very impressive," Fors whispered, a hint of her novelist's instincts taking over. "From a purely anatomical and artistic standpoint, of course."
Xio looked at Fors with a slight hint of disappointment. With a sigh, she asked, "Fors, did you know Mr. Moretti was a Beyonder?"
"A Beyonder? Well, of course! How could Gehrman Sparrow not be a Beyo—" Fors stopped talking so suddenly it was like she had choked. Her blood turned to ice. She looked at Xio, praying she hadn't heard, but it was too late.
She saw Xio freeze, her face losing all its color. It wasn't the look of someone confused, but it was the look of someone who had just heard a gunshot in the dark.
"Gehrman... Sparrow?" Xio whispered.
The memory of Mr. World's promise from the Hall of Truth hit Fors with the force of a physical blow: 'Miss Magician, if any word of this gets out, you'll find that being a marionette is a kinder fate than what I have planned.'
"A-a character!" Fors stammered, the lie feeling like ash in her mouth. "Just a character from a book! He... he just reminds me of him, that's all!"
Xio wasn't listening to her poor excuses.
She was staring at the wall next to her, her mind screaming.
The powerful Beyonder next door, Audrey's boyfriend, was Mr. World. The madman. The killer.
The World is going to kill me! Fors, still naked, bundled up into a ball. She was terrified that the famous bounty hunter would teleport into the room to turn her into a marionette.
"We saw nothing. I saw nothing. I heard nothing," Xio said as she held onto Fors's shoulders. "There was a chill, and 'Mr. Moretti' came to check on us. That's all that happened. Do you understand?"
Fors nodded. She didn't feel safe. She felt like a child hiding from a monster she knew was real, a monster who was sleeping in the very next room.
...
Klein reappeared in a burst of fire in Audrey's room. His own mind was stuck replaying his humiliating entrance.
Audrey was lying on her bed, her delicate naked body covered only by layers of soft blankets.
Seeing that Klein had come back, she lightly propped herself up on her elbow and looked at Klein with concern. "Klein? What happened?" she asked softly. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Are Fors and Xio okay?"
"They're fine," he replied, turning away to hide his red face as he tried to touch his illusory swim trunks. "... It was just a mistake."
"A mistake? What kind of mistake?"
Klein sighed, knowing he couldn't hide it from a Spectator. He turned back to her, looking utterly embarrassed.
"Uhm, I forgot to put clothes on before I jumped..." he admitted, dispelling his illusory clothes. He was once again naked.
Audrey's eyes widened.
"You're telling me," she began in an irked tone as she slowly got out of bed, "that MY Klein Moretti was seen naked. And by other women?"
She stood before him. Her expression was that of someone whose prized possession had just been publicly displayed without her permission.
"A-Audrey, it wasn't like that!" Klein stammered, taking an involuntary step back. "I was worried they were in danger! I just forgot to put on clothes!"
She took a slow step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "And I'm telling you," she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone, "that what belongs to me was put on display without my consent. Your reasons don't change that."
Klein was at a complete loss for words. He was cornered, not by a physical threat, but by her sudden, intense possessiveness. "Audrey... I'm sorry! It was a mistake!" was all he could manage.
She was right in front of him now, so close he could feel the warmth of her beautiful naked body.
She reached out and placed a single finger on his chest. "You," she said, giving him a gentle push, "have been a very bad boyfriend."
Her hand flattened against his chest, then began a slow, torturous journey downward, tracing a line over his toned abdomen.
"And bad boyfriends," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his waist, "need to be reminded of who they belong to."
Before Klein could form a response, he involuntarily let out a sharp, ragged gasp as Audrey gave his cock a forceful, possessive squeeze.