On the other side.
The Capital, Sankai Resort.
After three months, it was a long-awaited grand reunion.
Although they had met a few times before, this time everyone was present.
However, it was nearing noon.
Inside the villa.
Joyce was half-lying in the bathtub, her head resting on a soft cushion, almost falling asleep in the steamy warmth. She didn't know how long she had been there, but her whole body had turned a rosy pink, and she remained drowsy.
Luther pushed open the bathroom door and called out, "Joyce?"
No response.
He walked to the bathtub and saw her head tilted to one side, asleep. Her lips were slightly swollen and her skin bore faint marks.
Luther chuckled softly. She was exhausted.
He wrapped her in a towel and carried her out.
Joyce adjusted herself comfortably in his arms, her hands seeking warmth inside his clothes.
It was the coldest time of the day outside.
Luther's body tensed up and reacted immediately. He looked down at her pale pink skin, his eyes darkening. Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the bathroom too long; he felt parched and his tie seemed tighter than usual, making it hard to breathe.
He had initially planned to wake her up.
Everyone else had arrived and was waiting for them. He was already dressed, but at that moment...
It was as if he were under a spell, poisoned, unable to find relief except through kissing her.
He carried Joyce to the soft bed.
With a slight tug, he removed her towel and threw it onto the carpet.
Joyce finally stirred, her thick eyelashes slowly opening.
"No..." she began to say.
But his kiss silenced her.
Joyce's mind went blank as her body responded uncontrollably to him.
She retained a shred of rationality and struggled to say with her last bit of clarity, "Juanita and the others are all here. We can't stay in the room..."
Luther had already lost control. "Just once, I promise..."
Joyce shook her head. Once? Who would believe that? She couldn't count how many times she had fallen for that lie.
But he pretended not to see her resistance, taking it as consent.
He tore off his shirt, flung his tie far away, and silenced all her protests with a deep kiss.
Joyce sighed helplessly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Fine, let him do as he wished.
They spent a long time together until it was already lunchtime.
Exhausted beyond measure, Joyce leaned weakly against Luther. She didn't even have the strength to dress. Her legs curled up and trembled uncontrollably; even her fingertips quivered from the lingering waves of sensation.
She sighed deeply. As a commanding officer, being worn out like this day after day was unprecedented for her.
They were supposed to join everyone soon, but they hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. She felt utterly embarrassed just thinking about it.
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