"Ah! It feels good…! Hey, hey… Are you feeling good too...? Is my body tasty...?"
Chloe's moans filled the entire room, unabashed and untamed, echoing off the wooden walls like a lewd melody that refused to fade. Her voice was so loud, so shamelessly sensual, that I felt my stomach tighten with anxiety. Was it echoing beyond this place? Was someone listening? The possibility burned in my chest. Leon mentioned earlier that the beastkin of this tribe—lion beast people, no less—had exceptionally sharp hearing, thanks to their animalistic ears. That made everything worse.
Yet despite everything—her cries and my worry—I couldn't move a muscle.
I was frozen.
Paralyzed.
