Nathan stood still.
"Relax? Overthinking?" He sighed.
"What's wrong with that gothic MILF? She looked serious when she talked to me earlier."
He glanced at the river.
Then he looked down.
"I'd better just go hang out with them.
Besides, they probably won't grab my cock so recklessly anymore—thanks to Validia."
He started walking back toward the river.
Once he got there, Livia came up to him holding a tree branch.
"Nathan, here…" she said, handing it to him.
Nathan nodded and accepted it—his pants tied to the end of the branch.
Why does this look like a national flag ceremony? he thought.
He let out a sigh. Livia smiled, then hopped away and landed on Validia's wide thigh.
Nathan watched them for a moment, then spread his stamina robe beneath one of the Prunus Vitalis trees.
He sat down there. The branch still untouched, pants still tied like a flag.
His left leg folded up, knee forming a triangle, his left hand resting on it.
