When Kin and Vixen stepped into the living room, their shopping bags still swinging in hand, the sight that greeted them froze them mid-step.
Shen was slouched on the sofa… his head tilted back, his lips parting with those strange, breathy moans—too human, too intimate. His eyes seemed unfocused, as though he were lost in some private world.
Kin's gaze dropped instinctively, only to catch the faint, damp stain spreading across Shen's trousers. A shiver of unease rippled down Kin's spine.
"Shen!" Kin's sharp voice cut through the haze.
Shen blinked rapidly, snapping back to reality as if yanked out of a dream. His gaze darted to Kin and Vixen, the tips of his ears flushing red. "Oh… you're back. Done with shopping?" His voice carried an almost too-casual tone, like nothing had happened.
"Yes," Vixen replied coolly. "But you… maybe you should go change first."
Shen followed Vixen's eyes downward and froze when he saw the stain on his trousers. His cheeks burned. Without another word, he bolted toward the washroom.
Vixen pulled a neatly wrapped suit out of one of the shopping bags. "We bought this for him," he told Kin, before walking toward the washroom to hand it over. But just as Vixen knocked, the door swung open—and Shen's hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
In one swift motion, Shen yanked him inside. Vixen stumbled back against the tiled wall, his breath catching as Shen's hands wandered brazenly over his body.
"What the—Shen!" Vixen snarled, shoving him away with a forceful push. The crack of a slap echoed sharply against the walls. Vixen stormed out, his chest rising and falling.
Kin's eyes widened as Vixen recounted every touch, every shameless act Shen had tried inside the bathroom. Kin's expression hardened. "Shen's not himself… he's acting… disturbingly strange."
Kin's voice trembled as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Vixen's neck. "I'm scared," he whispered. "Really scared."
Vixen's eyes softened. He brushed his thumb over Kin's cheek. "Don't cry… I'll handle this. But…" His voice lowered, his breath warm against Kin's ear. "…Shen's touch—he… stirred something in me. And you know… only you can sate that hunger."
Kin's lips parted in surprise, but before he could answer, Vixen's mouth was on his—urgent, possessive. His hands explored with a desperate tenderness, pressing kisses down Kin's neck, along his collarbone. Clothes loosened, breath quickened, and the two of them melted into each other, their bodies locked in a rhythm that blurred the line between comfort and desire.
The room seemed to dissolve into warmth, their shared gasps mingling for hours, until exhaustion left them tangled together.
Later, freshly dressed, they stepped out to find Shen still in the living room. Kin forced a polite smile. "You'll join us for dinner, right?"
"You two eat," Shen replied, waving them off. "I'm talking to someone right now."
Kin raised a brow. "Who?"
Shen smirked faintly. "Don't you see her? She's right here. Sitting in front of me. Beautiful, isn't she?"
The words made Kin's skin prickle. "What girl?"
Shen's tone sharpened. "Are you blind? Ask your husband if she's beautiful or not!"
Vixen stepped forward, but the moment Shen turned to him with the same question, something cold slithered down his spine. There was no one there—yet Shen's eyes followed something intently, like she existed just beyond their sight.
Before panic could take root, Vixen released his pheromones, the invisible scent wrapping around Shen like a calming fog. Slowly, Shen's gaze softened. His expression eased.
The eerie tension in the room broke. Shen blinked, then chuckled faintly—like nothing strange had happened at all.
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