The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress

Leo, Luke, and Xavier exchanged looks, the same hunger evident in their eyes as they look at Hera’s defenseless self. Each of them struggled to control their urges while they dressed Hera, their restraint clear despite the temptation.

One by one, they cleared their throats, and Leo continued his task with quiet focus.

When they were finally finished and Hera’s used clothes were neatly folded, the three of them exited the room, heading to the other bathroom to take cold showers and cool down their rising body heat.

When Dave emerged from the bathroom in his bathrobe, he found the bed empty, with Hera sleeping soundly in her fresh pajamas.

A smile tugged at his lips as he made his way to the right side of the bed, preparing to slip under the blanket.

But then, realizing his hair was still damp, he rushed to grab the hotel’s hair dryer, determined to dry it before joining Hera, concerned that the wet strands might disturb her rest and make her feel uncomfortable.

After drying his hair, Dave rushed back to Hera’s side. By then, the other three were nowhere to be seen.

With a contented smile, he slipped under the blanket and gently began to pepper soft kisses on Hera’s cheeks, her closed eyes, her lips, the tip of her nose, her temple—every corner of her face, as if he wanted to mark every inch with his affection.

His kisses were light and almost childlike, filled with innocence and longing, yet they conveyed a deep sense of happiness. He only lay back down when he was satisfied with his quiet display of love.

Overjoyed to have this moment alone with her, he pulled Hera closer, his arms wrapping around her.