Nathan stepped toward the cave. He saw the remains of their earlier meal and briefly recalled Livia mentioning how the animals seemed to be hiding. But Nathan didn't think too much about it and chose to head inside.
And there—paradise awaited him.
Domina lay flat on her back, one arm above her head. Her chest rose and fell with each steady breath, making her already tempting figure even more alive. Her top had slipped slightly down, as if inviting mischief. Meanwhile, Livia was curled up on her side, facing away from him, her round butt perfectly lifted—half exposed thanks to her completely "defenseless" sleeping position.
This... was a rare moment. One-in-a-million. Legendary. Not to be wasted.
Instead of sleeping somewhere far away, he crept forward—slowly, very slowly... and without even pretending to be innocent, lay down right between them. Dead center.
His body now squeezed between two half-naked monster girls radiating warmth. And honestly? He didn't feel bad. Not even a little.
He turned slightly toward Livia—leaning in close to her long hair, breathing in her scent.
Then he turned to Domina. Her face looked peaceful... relaxed... and her cleavage? Still right there, proudly on display.
Nathan casually placed his right hand beside her body—pretending to sleep. But his fingers? Already starting to climb... inch by inch.
"Just a bit more... for research," Nathan whispered.
He was just inches away from the highlight of his life—when Domina shifted slightly in her sleep. Her large arm moved... and—cling—she pulled Nathan into her embrace.
His head landed right between her breasts.
Soft. Warm. A light scent of sweat mixed with natural pheromones. It was intoxicating.
He froze. Didn't breathe. Didn't blink. He had ascended.
But fate wasn't done.
Livia rolled over too. Her body, as flexible as warm taffy, clung to him from behind. One leg hooked over his thigh, and her arm—without hesitation—wrapped around his waist.
Nathan was now officially... trapped in heaven.
His head on Domina's chest. His waist tangled with Livia. Two radiant heaters of pure softness wrapped around him like living blankets.
And they... were both asleep.
Nathan bit his lower lip. His head was full of sin. But his mouth stretched into a grin.
"Best day of my life," he whispered.
Eyes half-lidded, he inhaled Domina's scent. His mind spun fast, imagining a thousand and one scenarios that would get this whole Chapter flagged.
One thing he knew for sure...
He was grateful for whatever bug had brought him all the way to the top floor.
Nathan had no idea how long he was trapped in that holy sandwich.
The arm that had been simply holding him? It slid up to his neck... then into his hair. Her fingers brushed through it gently, like she was petting a spoiled house pet.
Nathan held his breath. Don't wake up. Don't wake up. I'm a statue. I'm a pillow. I am... air.
"Mmmhh..." Livia let out a sleepy mumble and inched closer. Even closer. Her cheek now resting against his neck. Her lips... just barely grazing his skin.
God help me... this feels like endgame content from a hyper-realistic VR sim.
Nathan closed his eyes. Okay. Focus. Don't panic. Don't lose control, Enjoy it little by litt—
That voice... soft. Faint. Came from Domina.
Nathan opened his eyes slowly. And the first thing he saw—was a pair of eyes. Domina's. Wide awake. Staring straight at him.
He was right on top of her. Face buried in her chest. Her hand still stroking his hair.
They stared at each other in silence.
"You were... trying to attack me, weren't you?" Domina asked quietly, raising one brow.
"Aa.. uh.. no.." Nathan jolted back, nearly tripping out of Livia's arms.
"Then why were you breathing so hard and your face was shoved into—"
"I-I was just...!" Nathan stuttered in panic.
Domina kept staring. But weirdly... she didn't look mad. She actually looked amused.
"If you wanna cuddle, just say so," she murmured, then turned around and went back to sleep.
Livia, who had started waking up and rubbing her eyes, suddenly pulled Nathan back into her embrace, still half-asleep. "Hmm... don't go."
Nathan was trapped again. Tighter than before. And this time... his heart was about to explode.
Domina was already out cold again after that short moment.
Meanwhile, Nathan was overheating.
This wasn't healthy. This wasn't just arousal—it was red alert.
He squirmed a bit. I need... something. Anything. My little brother's about to explode like a pressurized pipe.
His hand started sliding down again...
This time, for real. For mental health. For world peace.
But before his fingers could reach—