Chapter 380. The Calm before the Tent
Night draped the island in silence.
A dim lantern flickered outside the wooden walls of the inn, casting soft golden hues through the window slats. Inside, the room was filled with the gentle rhythm of breathing and the muffled rustle of sheets stirred by the breeze.
Tyler White, completely naked, lay in a wide bed, sound asleep. On his side was Naked Alna, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling peacefully as she nestled into Tyler’s arm. On the other side of Alna, Mathilda lay sprawled with her leg draped over Alna’s thigh, her usual playful smirk absent in the tranquility of slumber.
Alna is basically got sandwiched by Both Tyler and Mathilda.
The room smelled faintly of lavender soap, wine, and sweat—an aftermath of indulgent intimacy.
For a man like Tyler—handsome, confident, and radiating a calm but dangerous charm—drawing a girl like Alna into his bed hadn’t been difficult. One evening of clever words, lingering touches, and suggestive glances had been more than enough.
Alna was also not unwilling. She was also succumbed easily.
Mathilda, ever the wildcard, had decided to join in "for fun," claiming she wanted to taste the Guide Girl and didn’t want Tyler to have too much fun without her.
Whatever their reasons, none of them seemed to regret the choice now.
Outside, however, the stillness held a hidden tension.
In the alley behind the inn, shadows shifted.