When he opened his eyes, his head was splitting, and he vaguely sensed that something had happened...
His clothes were open, but at least they were still on him. Shasha's sleeping face rested on his chest. The nearly fully developed girl was completely naked, hugging his chest tightly, her breasts pressed against his body. He looked at Shasha, not knowing how he was supposed to feel.
Even by feeling alone, he could tell that his pants had been taken off. But what was on his legs? After lying there groggily for over ten seconds, he struggled to prop himself up. Another still-youthful naked body entered his sight. Lingjing was sleeping while hugging his thigh, her soft black hair spilling down and blending with the scene between his legs. It felt... truly strange.
Before this, he had never been someone who cared about sex or chastity. Yet when he saw the blood now between the legs of the two naked girls, and even on the carpet, he truly felt at a loss...
Shasha held him very tightly, while Lingjing showed even less sign of letting go. He carefully shifted, trying to sit halfway up, but the headache had dulled his senses to almost nothing. As soon as he put a hand behind him for support, it landed on a soda can, and then—
Bang—
"Ah..." Shasha gave a soft cry. A moment later, she shook her head and woke up. Lingjing also opened her hazy eyes on Jiaming's leg. After a moment, she said lazily, "Uh... Shasha, Jiaming... good morning."
Then both girls froze!
The three of them looked at one another in the living room. Strangely, there were no screams, not even a word. Jiaming covered his forehead. Shasha backed toward the sofa, casually grabbed a piece of clothing, and