The battlefield inside the pocket dimension looked like a warzone. Broken beds, collapsed cushions, shattered platforms, foggy debris of cottons drifting in the air, everything was in ruins. Dozens of exhausted girls lay scattered everywhere, knocked unconscious by the sheer force of Tyler's uncontrolled breakthrough.
Myrtle struggled to hold Tyler back, Nope she is holding Tyler with her 'back' sitting on top of little Tyler.
Zuzia lay twitching in a corner, and Darla was barely staying upright. She is also wasted.
"Everyone move." A tired yet absolutely terrifying voice echoed.
Every girl, conscious or not, instinctively flinched.
Mathilda had arrived.
Her hair was messy, her eyes bloodshot, her lab coat stained with alchemical soot. She looked like she hadn't slept for weeks straight because, well… she hadn't.
She swept her gaze over the entire chaotic battlefield.
The dozens of fainted maidens… The shattered furniture… The smell of lust, created by Tyler and girls.
