Only Sacred Lustful Restoration worked on Fay's condition. Of all the techniques in his vast arsenal, it had to be that one.
Riley let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasn't some clueless virgin, nor was he against intimacy, but this situation felt forced in the most ridiculous way possible.
And the worst part? He couldn't afford to hesitate much longer. Fay's condition was worsening with every passing second.
He turned around, his gaze falling on Fay. She was already lying on the bed, her frail body trembling slightly from the cold affliction consuming her.
Despite her discomfort, her eyes remained locked onto him, filled with desperate hope.
She trusted him.
That realization made something tighten in Riley's chest. This wasn't just some scripted event designed to throw him into a compromising position—Fay genuinely believed he could save her.
And in truth, he could. He just wished it didn't have to be this way.
