I made up my mind before dinner.

I wasn't going to show up for Phase Two.

Not because I didn't need the loot or I didn't love the attention, but simply because I was still dazed from all that happened before lunch. I would rather scroll and watch cat videos… And soon enough, I have wasted yet another day of my precious life just scrolling, drinking, pooping, eating.

Phase III (Three), the last phase should be on at around 1AM, which is when I'll be online and take the final hits, I reckon I should get good enough loot.

This boss was designed for the lower levels, but right now I'm almost 50, I wouldn't need it as much as them… I need to feed them something so they can grow, after all.

But it's weird, being online and not having to babysit an immortal cleric after already spending a few weeks of bonding together. Such a wonderful experience.

So when eleven o'clock rolled around and the mansion dimmed into silence, I stayed awake.

Everyone else had disappeared into their rooms, their voices fading, the world settling into soft sighs and snores, of course they would have a lot more fatigue after such a long, hard-working day, taking care of a random infant who came out of nowhere.

Even Hailie's faint humming from her room had gone quiet.

I didn't want to sleep yet. I wanted air, I wanted silence that didn't feel like punishment.

So I slipped barefoot into the hall, the carpet cool under my soles, the lamps dimmed to a golden haze.

The Sonder estate felt enormous at night, like walking through the ribs of some slumbering beast. The air was thick with that kind of emptiness only rich people's houses had, only illuminated by a few lights still turn on at each turn at the end of these hallways

I wandered aimlessly, trailing my fingers along carved banisters, opening unlocked doors I'd never dared to in daylight.

The mansion had corners like a labyrinth, wings that spiraled off and led to rooms I didn't know the purpose of, meeting rooms, reading dens, little galleries with paintings that stared back at me.

Then, in the first floor corridor, I froze.

There was a sound of someone awake at this ungodly hour.

Not footsteps, not breathing, but a sound that I make on the occasion… Something else entirely.

A muffled, choked sound, half-laughter and half… moaning.

I blinked, leaning in closer to the door it came from. A room that I have never seen before, a room that was half-open, a room with the sliver of dim lamplight seeping out.

My heart thumped, my body whispered don't. Yet my curiosity shoved me forward anyway. I nudged the door with two fingers, silent as a thief, and peered inside.

And the sight that hit me… Was, unthinkable, not even a fetish web novel could write something this abhorrent.

Oh god…

It was Tanya, Tanya that lived in the same apartment as mine, three floors apart. The blonde short-haired devil who'd squatted my username, the anarchist who lived to spite people like me.

She was straddled on top of someone on the bed kissing that person while restraining them with those two sets of hands interlocked. Her hair a wild halo, her voice the one making that guttural, feral sound.

I tiptoed to take a good look of who was beneath her… Wait, no, there is no fucking way.

Eirlys.

The composed, perfect, untouchable Eirlys Sonder, her pale hands clutching the sheets, her face twisted in a way I had never seen, never imagined. Not prim, not cold, just… undone, holding in her sounds.

I slapped my hand over my mouth to stop the noise that wanted to rip out of me.

It didn't look like violence. It didn't look like coercion. It looked… messy, heated, wrong.

Tanya's laugh was soft, broken by ragged breathing, Eirlys' eyes squeezed shut, her legs stretched as she squeezed her fingers.

I didn't want to see anymore, one more second of this meant one more kilogram of weight on my shoulder, and one more percent chance that I will be publicly beheaded in the morning. So my brain kept screaming, don't look, Cory, please don't look, but my eyes wouldn't move.

The blonde removed her lips from Eirlys', pulling with her a silver string, then she leaned down close, whispering something against Eirlys' neck, something that made her gasp and turned to hide her beet-red face

I stumbled back, my heel hit the corridor wall with a muted thud. I panicked, retreating into the shadows like a guilty trespasser, my pulse thundering loud enough that I swore they could hear it from inside.

My hand shook against my chest.

I couldn't process it. Tanya? Here? Of all people… Who the fuck is she? What is her relationship with Ann, my username, the top 50 leaderboard, and now, even Eirlys? The snow-haired heiress who acted like she'd rather die than be touched?

The worst part? I didn't know if this was a secret I was supposed to keep, or something that was meant to be seen.

I walked away fast, trying not to think about the sounds still echoing in my ears.

I went back to sleep and never mentioned this to anyone.

Or at least, I should have.

I should have went back to sleep like a good girl who shouldn't snoop around. Should've used common sense and know that there are territories where I just didn't mean to intrude.

But god, whoever you may be, man or woman, real or fake, please help me, for I have sinned.

I stood and watch in awe. I watched as Tanya sat upright and started unbuttoning Eirlys' shirt.

I have never seen Eirlys naked before, so naturally, I started touching myself while peeking through the gap of the door.

Just for minor pleasure of course… I could not cum, otherwise, the leakage would be visible on the floor and I'll get into a kerfuffle, I've seen enough hentai to know that that's a thing.

Tanya pulled out from behind the bed something I only ever saw in high-quality fanfics and fanarts, a two-headed dildo. She didn't have this at her apartment, as far as I can remembered. So I can only assume it's freshly bought, or Eirlys just have that laying around.

Though my mind was still confused about the fact that Eirlys and Tanya knew each other, I mainly focused on how the beautiful moonlight reflected onto the flesh of Eirlys, who was the only one getting undressed, and her bra was still on… A mature bronze color that seemed gold when lit, how mesmerizing.

It seemed that they're either roleplaying or just dirty, because they both were in casual daily clothes and not, like, lingerie or pajamas. With Eirlys in her corporate business fit.

They are going to do it mostly clothed, I assumed, as I didn't get a good chance of seeing either of them naked. I saw Eirlys covering her face when Tanya were pulling off her skirt and stockings, but there was a chair in the room that limited my vision.

Her clothes was toss aside to the floor by Tanya, very close to the door, and I could… Oh god, it was in my arm length, I could grab it, maybe I could sniff it while I enjoy myself.

…

But that was out of the question, I guess, they'll know for sure.

I watched as Tanya also took off her own bottom, she was very plain and boring, just some khakis that made her seem like some kind of street artist.

She inserted the lengthy, purple cock into herself first without as much as a reaction, then align the tip with Eirlys' vagina. I could only make out their legs and Tanya's ass from here, but I could very well be imagining the sight.

Tanya started moving up, Eirlys' lips pursed as she reached up to hold Tanya's hand, a delightful sight, as I could never imagine the upstanding lady she was to be a bottom.

Tanya thrusted her hips downwards, Eirlys started to breath faster with her eyes clenched tight, I can make out the sight of our heiress lifting her ass up lightly to get in deeper and more personal.

Eirlys' legs which were curled straight now spread like wings when Tanya removed their handhold and pushed them away. She kept moving forward, the dildo they had was too long, way longer than two real dicks combined, Eirlys started letting out huge moans of both pleasure and fright when Tanya got balls-deep. I started panting and rubbing myself even more, making sure to keep my underwear on under this dress, just in case if I were to leak, it wouldn't spill.

Eirlys needed a way to brace herself, so she reached out and hugged Tanya's head, bringing it down to her ear, and Tanya took the opportunity to suck on Eirlys' neck like a vampire.

I must've stood there for what felt like an eternity.

The moanings of them both synchronized in harmony, and for a split second before I leave. I swore… I swore that Tanya looked at me, through the gap of the door, with that same creepy smile she always gave.

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