Chapter 171: Damn Sequelae
After taking a shower, Emily emerged wearing a thin, light slip nightdress. Her figure was impressive—tall at 5'5", with long, slender legs.
A soft mist still clung to her fair skin, making her look even more alluring.
John enjoyed the visual feast thoroughly.
Emily, however, looked conflicted. "Dad... isn't this a little too sneaky? What if John wakes up and thinks we're plotting against him?"
Alton immediately waved it off. "What plot? He's the one who got drunk and stumbled into your room."
Emily went quiet.
Eventually, the father and daughter managed to get John into the room.
Even with his eyes closed, John could tell he had been brought into Emily's room. The soft, sweet scent unique to girls filled the air—it was unmistakable.
"Well, daughter, I'll leave the rest to you," Alton whispered, before quietly sneaking out and shutting the door tight.
John lay still on the bed, inwardly smirking.
Let's see what you do now, Emily.