The flickering lamp in the hut cast long, jagged shadows against the woven walls, mirroring the fractured tension between the siblings. Lara's hand, which had been poised to indulge in a moment of libidinous exploration, now gripped Fuyu's member with a force that bordered on hostility. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and a sudden, sharp sting of inadequacy.
"What you did with Aunt Lyra...?" Lara's voice was a low, dangerous whisper, her eyes searching Fuyu's face for any sign of shame. When she found none, her realization hit her like a physical blow. "Wait a second... don't tell me you are doing this 'job' just to be able to mate! You're using this ridiculous massage business as a mercenary cover to plow every woman in the village!"
