"Arrhhh, the night is too dark, with only the bonfire lighting the area... and there's a pair of frogs doing... Sex right next to me.
It's been a long time since I've eaten exotic food. Should I burn you two right now!?" He glaring at the frogs.
The frog on top looked at him and smirked, proudly swaying back and forth as if mocking him.
"Why do I feel like I'm the one being made fun of here? Shit, if this keeps up, I'm going to go crazy. Better go inside,"
He walked back into the hut, only to find that the sleeping arrangements had changed. Emilia had shifted to one side, leaving only a small space in the middle. Myrul gulped nervously, worried about what Eugene might do if he lay down next to her.
Myrul carefully stepped over Eugene, moving as quietly as possible. He slowly sat down, placing his head on the makeshift pillow and turning his body toward Emilia to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully.
But just as he was about to relax, he felt a hand on his butt. "Yeah, you guys know what's happening... that *bitch* is touching my butt!" Myrul thought, his eyes widening in shock.
He couldn't yell or make a sound, though—he didn't want to wake Emilia. Instead, he tried to push Eugene's hand away, but she seemed determined.
"OMG, is this what sexual harassment feels like? It's my butt, you know! This damn girl really has some fetish,"
Myrul grabbed Eugene's hand and turned his body to face her, shaking his head vigorously to signal her to stop. He gestured toward Emilia, trying to hint that she might wake up.
But then, things took an even more unexpected turn. "And now she's holding my... dick,"his eyes widening in panic. He let out a small, involuntary sound but quickly tried to suppress it. "F—ck, F—ck, F—ck! Is this because I RKO'd her earlier?"
Eugene leaned in and whispered, "Just shut up, or Emilia will know her father's a pervert. Now, follow my lead."
Before Myrul could react, Eugene pulled down his pants, and something unexpected happened—his lightsaber emerged. Eugene stared at it for a long time, rubbing it curiously, her expression a mix of fascination and amusement.
As a man, He decided he wouldn't let himself be played with. He pulled his pants back up, grabbed Eugene's hands, and pinned her down, holding both of her hands above her head. Now, she was completely under his control.
Slowly, he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Eugene's expression softened, her eyes showing a mix of surprise and something deeper—like she was falling for him. Myrul's lips brushed against hers, and she began breathing heavily, her heart racing.
Their lips touched, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still.
"And... done. How's that, girl? You feel like falling in love now, right? That's how to be a good woman—not just touching my butt and *lightsaber*," He said, pulling back with a smirk.
But Eugene's reaction wasn't what he expected. Her eyes turned red, and she suddenly became aggressive. The ropes that had bound her seemed to break on their own, and before he could react, she ripped off her panties and shoved them into his mouth.
"Offfftgffttt..!!"
Eugene, now fully in control, began to pull down Myrul's pants. Despite his struggles, his lightsaber was, unfortunately, standing at attention, betraying him.
Eugene slowly pulled it out, aiming it toward her oyster. A drop of moisture began to form, dripping slowly from her, signaling that she was more than ready. Just as they were about to *merge*...
"What are you doing, Papa and Mama?" Emilia's voice rang out, startling them both.
The shock caused the *lightsaber* and *oyster* to accidentally connect, and both Myrul and Eugene froze, their faces contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as they tried to maintain their composure in front of Emilia.
"N-no, your father is just... playing with me. Like riding a horse," Eugene stammered, trying to come up with an explanation.
"Ohhh, Emilia wants to play too!" the little girl exclaimed, climbing onto Eugene's shoulders and bouncing up and down, causing Eugene to grit her teeth and hold back any sounds of discomfort.
"Papa... Mama seems sick. Her face is red and sweaty," Emilia said innocently, tilting her head in concern.
Myrul gestured for Eugene to let go of his hands, and Eugene, exhausted, released him, clutching her stomach instead.
Myrul quickly removed the panties stuck in his mouth and called out to Emilia. "Your mother is fine, sweetheart. She's just a little tired. Why did you wake up?"
"I need to pee, but I'm scared to go out at night. Can you come with me, Papa?" Emilia asked, her legs crossed as she tried to hold it in.
"Okay, okay, wait outside. Papa will come with you,"He said, helping Emilia up as she waddled awkwardly toward the door.
Once Emilia was out of earshot, He turned to Eugene, lifting her off him and handing her back her panties. "We should stop right now, or this will become a bigger problem," his voice firm but gentle.
Eugene, still catching her breath, nodded weakly, too tired to argue.
Myrul then went outside to accompany Emilia, leaving Eugene to recover from their... *intense moment*.
" Let's go, daughter. Come, Papa will carry you. It's hard to walk when you need to pee," He scooping Emilia up in his arms.
They made their way to the waterfall, where Myrul gently set her down so she could relieve herself. He even taught her how to clean herself properly using water, ensuring she felt comfortable and cared for.
Once they were done, they returned to the hut. This time, Myrul made sure Emilia slept in the middle, creating a barrier between him and Eugene. "Nothing should happen tonight," he thought, still recovering from the earlier chaos.
That night was truly exhausting for both Myrul and Eugene, but at least they could finally rest. They fell into a deep sleep, the kind that comes after a long, eventful day.