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Chapter 5 Drugged with an Aphrodisiac

Jake glared at his almost-winning hand, a flicker of anger in his eyes. "Daniel, what the hell are you doing here? Weren't you always bragging about getting laid four or five times a night?"

"You've got some nerve. Quinn brought a bunch of people and beat me up like this. How do you think we should settle this?"

"What?"

Quinn got home, staring at the bill that was so long it dragged on the floor. The numbers on it were insane, and she was totally floored. "All this stuff cost over thirty grand, but I only paid three thousand!"

Steven and Carl didn't seem to care. After dinner, Steven asked Carl to make some tea.

Carl looked around and found that all the tea canisters in the house were empty.

"Steven, we're out of tea. I'll go buy some."

"No need to go out. We have some from before. I'll have someone send more tomorrow. The tea you buy can't be any good!"

Carl, who was bending over to change his shoes at the entrance, nodded at these words. "Alright!"

Steven looked at Quinn.

"Quinn, you must be exhausted. Have some tea, wash up, and get some rest!"

Quinn shook her head. Besides packing, she hadn't done much. But since Steven had spoken, she wouldn't argue.

Carl brewed three cups of tea. As they sat down to drink, Steven got back to the main topic.

"I originally just planned for you two to meet today. I didn't expect you to get married. According to tradition, we should throw a big party to celebrate."

He glanced at the darkening sky outside.

He continued. "It's too late for that now. Carl, take Quinn out for a nice meal in the next couple of days. Since you're married, you should get along well and give me a great-grandchild soon, got it?"

Carl glanced at Quinn and nodded. "Got it!"

Quinn blushed and nodded as well. She never dreamed that today would be so surreal—getting married in the morning and now being urged to have a child.

Carl finished his tea and went to his room to wash up. Quinn chatted with Steven for a bit longer before getting up to head to the guest bedroom.

"Quinn, you're going the wrong way. Your room is the master bedroom."

Quinn's face showed a moment of embarrassment, feeling as if her plan had been seen through.

When she returned to the room, Steven lay on the sofa, smiling and muttering to himself, "I wonder if Carl even knows anything about sex. I've done everything I can. Hopefully, I'll have a great-grandchild by next year."

Back in the room, she could see Carl's silhouette through the frosted glass. A perfect male model, even better than a male model's physique.

Just looking at his outline, she could see the V-shaped upper body, narrow waist, and the perfect combination of lines and strength.

As she kept looking, she suddenly felt a bit hot in her chest, which kept rising.

She unbuttoned her shirt helplessly and drank the water on the bedside table without thinking.

But it didn't quench her thirst. Instead, her eyes started to change, and her body felt strange. Lying on the bed, she smiled foolishly and began to undress.

In the shower, Carl also noticed something was wrong. Water flowed down his muscular lines.

Looking down, he saw his erect penis. Carl realized he was be drugged and recalled when it might have happened.

He quickly determined it was the tea he drank in the evening; but Steven had bought the tea, and he had brewed it himself.

He couldn't think straight anymore. The heat inside him felt like a fire burning in his chest. Rinsing off the soap, he wrapped a towel around himself, planning to get some water.

When he saw Quinn, wearing only a floral semi-sheer lace lingerie, with an enticing smile on her face, and her hands removing her panties, something inside him snapped. The towel dropped, and his penis turned a rosy red, with the glans becoming even more full and prominent.

He moved uncontrollably to the bed, bending down slowly, one hand on the bed, looking at her almost perfect body like a work of art.

"We're married!"

His other hand pressed on her raised chest. Although Quinn was already dazed, her body trembled when touched.

Carl felt the fullness of her breasts through the lingerie, and the last bit of rationality in his mind completely disappeared. He tore off her lingerie fiercely.

Looking at her bare chest, he sat up on Quinn, his lower body pressing his penis against her abdomen. She licked her dry lips.

Carl lowered his head and kissed her red lips. At the moment of contact, it was like a pile of dry wood doused in gasoline meeting a flame, burning fiercely.

They passionately kissed. At first, Carl seemed clumsy, his tongue failing to enter multiple times until Quinn's pink tongue guided him in. His hands rubbed Quinn's breasts.

When he pinched her nipples, Quinn let out a moan.

After a fierce kiss, with saliva stringing between them, they rolled on the bed. Carl spread Quinn's legs and inserted his penis into her vagina.

Quinn suddenly opened her eyes but immediately closed them again, her back arching, making her large breasts even more enticing. Carl continued to rub her breasts, which were too large to be held with both hands.

His penis kept thrusting, and Carl didn't notice the mixture of red and white fluids flowing out.

After about twenty minutes, Quinn twitched twice, her face flushed, and saliva stringing from her mouth.

Carl was still not satisfied, lowering his head to suck on her breasts, lightly biting her nipples with his teeth. Quinn constantly licked her dry upper lip.

After a few minutes of sucking, Carl flipped her over, and inserted his penis into her vagina again, starting the second round of thrusting.

In the wheelbarrow position, his hands still held her large breasts. With Quinn's moans, he thrust faster.

Hearing the commotion, Steven was satisfied and sighed.

"Ah, youth. This is the third time, and they're still going!"

He left, giving the newlyweds their space.

The next day, Quinn woke up to a tearing pain in her vagina. There was no one beside her, but she heard the sound of running water. She saw the familiar silhouette through the frosted glass.

She moved her leg, feeling the pain, and lifted the blanket. Seeing the exaggeratedly wet bed sheet, and the red stain in the middle, she was about to recall last night's events when her phone rang. A fierce voice came through.

"Are you Quinn? Your dad borrowed two hundred thousand dollars from my place and lost it all. If you don't repay the money, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

On the other end of the line, there was a continuous sound of fierce barking!

"Quinn, help! They broke my hand. If you don't save me, they'll beat me to death."

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