Chapter 63 The Beauty in Distress
Hera’s breath hitched in her throat, fearing any noise might give away their presence. Her gaze shifted from the man clinging to her to the closed door before her. Trapped in the midst of this chaos, her heart pounded against her ribcage. Despite her unfamiliarity with the man she’d assisted, she dreaded the potential loss of her dignity if she remained in this compromising position much longer.
But to call out now would render her efforts futile, as they would surely find the man. It was evident that the women outside had drugged him. Hera yelps out of the blue, startling both herself and the ladies outside her cubicle.
"Who’s there?!" they demanded, their voices filled with urgency.
Hera was flustered as the man suddenly licked her neck and sucked on her earlobe, taking advantage of the situation. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she still managed to answer the demanding voices outside. "Hello. I’m sorry for surprising you," she said, her voice strained. "I did not expect that it would be the time of the month for me because I have an irregular period, and it sucks because this is an important event." She could only try to come up with an excuse under the pressure.
His arm around her tightened, and his breathing quickened, signs that he was losing himself to the drug any minute now. His hands began to roam around, making Hera feel even more uncomfortable.
The ladies outside didn’t believe Hera’s excuse, putting her in an even more precarious and urgent situation. "Have you seen an ill man?" one of them asked suspiciously. "He’s my brother, and he’s sick, so we have to bring him to the hospital."
Hera didn’t buy their explanation. It was evident that the man in front of her wasn’t just ill but drugged by an aphrodisiac, and he was deteriorating rapidly, just as she was feeling the strain of being in this compromising situation.
"I’m sorry, I haven’t met anyone. But could you please help me get a sanitary pad? I forgot to bring any, and I can’t leave the place." Hera tried to sound as distressed as possible to make her story more believable while maintaining her composure deep inside.
"Can’t you step out for a bit?" One of the ladies expressed doubt and suggested checking the cubicle first.