Mark gritted his teeth, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Lilith’s waist as she continued her relentless assault.The Heat Mode was no joke—it had rendered Lilith impossibly tight, searingly hot, and dangerously horny."You really... want to devour me, don't you?" Mark groaned, his voice hitching as she bit down hard on his shoulder."Every... single... inch," Lilith hissed against his skin. She pulled back, her eyes wide and glazed with a terrifying level of devotion. "I want to be so full of you that I can't even walk tomorrow. I want everyone to look at me and know that I belong to Mark."She began to roll her hips, angling herself so his cock ground against her G-spot with every punishing stroke. Before long, her speech dissolved into a garbled mess of desperate moans. Her words devolved into chants of: "Fuck me, ohh fuck me... fill me with that big meat... fuck me hard. More. Deeper. Yeah. Right there!."Moving in wet, circu

Three Hours Later... The morning sun was high, but the heavy curtains in Lilith’s room kept the world at bay. They were both still in bed, the glow of their smartphone screens illuminating their faces. Lilith, never one for subtlety, snapped a selfie. In the frame, Mark looked adorably disheveled and groggy, while she posed with her hair in a "just-woke-up" mess, the blanket pulled strategically to her collarbone—leaving just enough skin exposed to drive her followers wild with the implication of what lay beneath. Without a second thought, she hit Post. Within seconds, the notifications began to hum like a disturbed beehive—likes, hearts, and a flood of comments. Across the pillows, Mark was oblivious to his sudden viral fame. He was scrolling through the local news when a thumbnail caught his eye. "Whoa... that’s me from the match yesterday," he muttered, watching a high-def video of himself mid-air, deliver

Jake retrieved the keys, unlocked the heavy door, and stepped aside to lead Mark in.It was Darren’s old house—the one he’d shared with Alice. To the naked eye, nothing had changed, but Mark kept his mouth shut, his eyes tracking Jake’s every move. Jake strode toward the master bedroom, heading straight for a massive, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf."Where was it again?" Jake muttered, squinting at the leather-bound spines. His eyes suddenly sparked. "Oh, right... here."He pressed firmly on a thick red book. A muted click echoed through the room, followed by a low mechanical hum. The entire shelf began to pivot inward, swinging open like a heavy vault door."A secret passageway?" Mark breathed, his heart hammering against his ribs."Come on," Jake gestured, disappearing into the shadows.Behind the shelf lay a narrow stone staircase leading deep underground. As they descended, the air grew cooler and smelled of ozone. Mark’s jaw dro

{Third Person POV} Will Malaika. Instructor Malaika’s husband? What on earth was he doing here? Mark’s mind raced, searching for an explanation before he finally forced himself to relax. 'It’s a public pharmacy,'he reminded himself. 'Word travels fast. Of course he heard about it.' "Hey there, young man," Will greeted, extending a firm hand toward Mark. "Uh... good morning, sir," Mark managed, though he couldn't help the slight startle in his voice. It was a bizarre sensation, shaking the hand of the man whose wife he had once blackmailed and slept with. The weight of the secret felt like a physical pressure in his chest. "I have to say, you’re doing a hell of a job here, kiddo," Will said, his smile warm and genuine as he maintained the handshake. "In all my years, I’ve never seen the wealthy in this country lift a finger to build something like this—a place that actually looks out for the elderly and those

Another week bled by for Mark. He’d dropped by Alice’s new fashion studio a few times, but he was careful to give her space; she was finally chasing her dreams, and he didn't want to be the distraction that derailed her. Meanwhile, his pharmacy was becoming a local legend. The people he helped—those who couldn't afford the high-end clinics—showed their gratitude in the only ways they could. They brought him hot, home-cooked meals and fresh flowers. They weren't rich, but they treated his miracle pain relief capsules like holy relics. On the business side, things were steadier. Mr. Will Malaika had become a full-blown regular. Sometimes he’d come in to buy a vitality pill, but other times he just wanted to shake Mark’s hand and thank him for "resurrecting" his marriage. The days were long and exhausting, but Mark had a secret weapon for the fatigue: Lilith. At college, she pampered him relentlessly—massaging his