Chapter 201: From Slip Slop Drip to Family Call
Lilith’s body still trembled faintly atop the soaked chair.
Her breathing was uneven—each exhale felt like the remnants of a curse not yet lifted. Clear liquid still dripped slowly between her thighs. Her hands were limp, sticky with the sin she had just etched alone.
Silence loomed, heavy like ash after fire.
Lilith sat, not as a goddess, not as a seductress—just a being made of wet skin and collapsing breath. No chants. No trembling walls. Only her heartbeat, slowed to a whisper. A slow fade after the storm. A moment that should’ve felt victorious, but only tasted hollow.
She looked at her fingers— slick, trembling.
This was not power.
Not holiness.
Just her.
And then—
"Beeeep... Beeeep..."
A sound echoed.
Not the whistle of the wind.