The room was filled with soft gasps, quiet moans, and the gentle creaking of the wood beneath tangled bodies. The bed moved rhythmically under their weight, carrying their shared warmth.
Then, with one final shuddering breath, Marcellus released himself deep inside her.
She trembled beneath him, her breath catching, her body tensing beautifully. Her fingers clutched the sheets, her chest rising and falling softly in quiet pleasure.
And then—
The door suddenly opened.
Both of them immediately turned toward the sound, hearts pounding in shock.
Standing there—framed by the soft, golden morning sunlight, dressed neatly in an identical maid uniform—was… Lithia.
The real Lithia.
She leaned casually against the doorway, her arms crossed, wearing an innocent yet knowing smile.
"Master Marcellus~," she called softly, tilting her head playfully.
Marcellus froze in place, confusion quickly overtaking him. His eyes darted between the girl beneath him and the one standing at the door.
