In the bustling city streets of Kemet capital city, Sett walked with Zainah on his back. She seemed visibly pale, her face slick with sweat.
"I wanna die, oh god!"
She groaned, her face green as she flopped her face on Sett's neck. She had never felt more horrible before. Her body, the entire thing, felt so hot and slimy—not to mention the fact that her stomach never stopped gurgling.
Sett smirked. "Do you want to go again?"
She bit his neck, face redder than ever before. So embarrassing.
Most ancient Kemetan houses didn't even have toilets, so she had been forced to search for one while holding—things back. If she had any dignity before today, it was all gone now.
Sett had made sure to destroy every piece of it.
At least, he had found a toilet for her.
And luckily for her, Sett had more than enough hygiene materials.
"It had been a looong~ few hours, huh, sis?" Zarah asked from the side.
Zainah hid her face. "Stop! STOP, you two!"
