Noob X Guest Heat Novels & Stories

I said, giving them a bright smile. I ran my palm over the comforter, bending enough to let the slit of my dress come up higher. Fuck!!! If they looked closely they could clearly see my wet cunt encased in my thong. "The bed is firm too. Lots of support for any activity your guests or you guys venture on." My eyes locked in on Mark's, moving my body back and forth mimicking someone being fucked. Mark's gaze dropped between my legs. I could see when he sighted my soaked thong because his cheeks churned red.

Because maybe other than a prize to get compete in another competition, maybe they should get a chance to become a friend with the guests. Neu disagreed with it and he asks Sabu-sama "Are you a fan of one from them?" Sabu-sama says to Neu that it was not a fan but it was more than that. Neu then remembered about the 'More than friends but less than lovers' thing. He then asks Sabu-sama "Which one?" Sabu-sama was so shocked when he heard that from Neu. It sounds like Neu already knows about one of them. So Sabu-sama then just tell Neu about it since he asked "It was a guest called Miku." Neu never heard of that name during the event. Maybe it was the normal guest that they meet at that time.

the guest tugged me towards an empty room. “No!” I struggled out of his grip. I turned and ran without looking and crashed face first into a warm, solid chest. Gentle hands steadied me. I looked up into Leo's furious face. “What's going on here?” Leo demanded. “I was just celebrating, Alpha Leo,” the guest stammered. “She said no,” Leo growled. The sound vibrated through my chest. “Get out of my sight!” The guest fled. I shivered as I stared up at Leo.

"Do you have a pack for the newbie host? Kate gently asked, her fingers pulling the gorgeous gown on her body once more, feeling that it was starting to get really hot. The system, knowing that his Host wouldn't do anything harmful to him, immediately became active, as he said dutifully. Ding! "Yes, we have a pack for the newbie Host to use. Would the Host like to use it now?" the system said cheerfully and then asked Kate next. Kate tugged at her collar as she gently nodded her head, sweat forming on her forehead. It's hot, Kate silently thought. Ding! "Newbie pack successfully used! Please select only one variety host," the system said once again. Kate's dark eyes flickered as she looked a

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

KACELA I went into the front desk and up to the reception. “Hey ya! I would like to get a guest membership, please.” I gave a big, perky grin to the tiny blonde girl working the desk. She looked at me and gave me a once over. I knew the type. She was used to being intimidating. I could have had fun playing her game but I needed something from her so I kept my cool. “Sorry, honey. We don’t do that here. You gotta pay for a year’s membership.” she said, turning back to her computer. I could see she was badly losing a solitaire game.

Kate called. I need to entertain another set of guests to meet the certain money I needed for my Mom's operation. I'm about to meet the deadline so I'm trying my best to find rich guests. And Kate is my assistant to do so. "Wait for me, I'm dressing," I said. When I'm doing a stripper game, I always triple my shirt to make it even more exciting and thrilling for the viewers. After arriving, a lot of rich men have been lined up in the audience. So all I did is to go straight to the stage and wire my mascara.

He followed the sound to the room next to his. “Who’s in the guest room? Mum didn’t mention a guest,” he whispered. He walked closer to the door, opened it gently and slowly, and peeped in. His breath hitched. Kai stood painting on a board, obviously Rowan’s. He wore a white singlet and blue shorts with Rowan’s paint apron tied around his waist. Bandages wrapped parts of his arms and shoulder. A brush moved smoothly in his hand as he sang softly, his voice calm and warm.