Since Benjamin seemed like he was still okay, his cock still hard, chest heaving but eyes clear, body steady, it was inevitable, right?
We'd fuck now, right?
"Hey, Benjamin… I don't feel pregnant at all...!" At Roselyn's voice, I could feel things cracking inside my head and soul. She lifted her head weakly from where she lay beside Miss Isabelle, golden eyes half-lidded and dazed. "Let's fuck one more time to make really, really sure it wor—huh? Clay, is everything alrigh—! Ahh!!"
CRASH!!
"Roselyn?!"
"Roselyn! A-Are you alright?!"
"...Clay! Why did you do that?!"
Benjamin, Miss Isabelle, and Claire all said respectively, gazing and glaring at me…
My hands were still outstretched from having shoved Roselyn so hard, her body flying backward across the bed, her skull smashing a cavity into the wooden wall some feet away with a sickening thud.
