It's been five days...
How many days?
Five fucking days!!!
"That's it... I can't take this anymore—I'm going inside!" Aqualina snapped, her eyes burning with restlessness. She hadn't slept properly in days.
Even without hearing a single sound through the walls, the pressure had built up inside her... jealousy, fear, and suffocating loneliness.
The silence screamed louder than any moan or cry.
And now... she was reaching her limit.
She had calmed herself again and again, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, waited like a fool... for five fucking days. But anymore than this?
She trembled slightly, her voice a whisper of dread, "What if... What if mother sucked him dry... to the brink... and he's barely even breathing now...?"
A twisted, horrifying image flashed in her mind—
"A-Aqua…" A weak, lifeless voice of a drained man calling her name, skin pale, body limp, all fluids and strength drained from his cock...
Her imagination spiralled, wild with terror and concern.
