Chapter 165. Status-Based Seduction
Agatha’s invitation haunted me like a sin I was already dying to commit.
"If you change your mind, my door will be open tonight," she had whispered—with a voice soaked in sex, smooth as silk, and laced with pure temptation.
Even while I sat in the living room at dinner, surrounded by my wives, pretending to be present, my mind was burning. Agatha ate with the elegance of a queen, as if her lips hadn’t pressed against mine earlier in her room.
My girls talked, laughed, passed food around. But all I could see was the flicker of Agatha’s smirk. All I could hear was the whisper of her breath. And all I could see was the memory of my head resting gently on those soft, wicked thighs of hers, grazing my skin like a curse I never wanted lifted.
Later that night, we lay tangled in Rose’s bedroom with my waifus. I fed them the excuse that l was too tired from mnemomancy, and sore from yesterday’s merciless fuck-fest, so l wouldn’t be able to make love to them. And though their bodies were warm and bare beside mine, hearts beating with gentle trust, I couldn’t stop the fire spreading in my chest.
Rose’s leg draped over my thigh, skin-to-skin. Rin’s hand curled possessively against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my heart. Tama’s breath was soft and sweet against my neck, her tail lazily flicking beneath the covers.
They were mine.
I should have been content.
But all I could think about... was her.
Agatha.
Fuck.