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When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.

“Take your clothes off, boy. Let me see what I’ve been missing.” My hands shook as I stripped off my shirt and shoved my pants down. Morgan watched with dark, predatory eyes, palming his own cock through his sweatpants. When I was naked and exposed, he licked his lips. “Beautiful,” he murmured. One rough hand wrapped around my leaking cock, stroking me slowly while his other hand spread my ass cheeks. A thick finger teased my hole, circling but not pushing in yet. “Have you ever taken a real man’s cock, Levi? Or has Jesse just been playing?”

Morgan sighed, his eyes traveling over Hanna's body for a moment. "Actually," he said, his voice hoarse, "we have nothing to hide. You've already seen me." Morgan's words hit Hanna like a punch in the stomach. She remembered the night she had seen him naked, the humiliation she felt, the confusion that had overwhelmed her. "That was an accident," she murmured, her eyes filling with tears. "I was just trying to..."

Mark's POV The influencers formed a loose circle around us, some on their knees sucking and licking whatever they could reach. One guy who could generate weak force fields, dropped his shields completely and bent over a couch, ass spread, begging strangers to fuck him The livestream chat was exploding. Comments flooded in faster than the servers could handle: Is this real? Lila’s getting railed live! Holy shit she’s deepthroating him like a pro. I laughed and pushed the power wider, just enough to leak onto the lower floors of the tower.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Cadel were both visibly worried as they stared at an extremely frail and tiny man. The man was wolfing down all sorts of food and drinks as if he had been starved for centuries. Morgan pulled Cadel to the side and whispered, "Are you sure about this? He seems like he's crazy or something." Cadel replied, "I've seen him fight against my men. He's super powerful." Morgan was dubious. "Have you done a background check on him?"

"What… exactly are you two doing?" At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him. With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with." Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid. Raw power… for what, exactly? I was completely lost.

"Ooh, solo mission. Text me if he answers the door shirtless." "Ha ha." But Audrey's stomach flipped as she approached. The gym doors were propped open, but inside, echoes faded. Locker room door ahead, steam wafting faintly—showers still running? She knocked lightly. No answer. Heart pounding, she pushed it open a crack. "Morgan? Your phone..."The air hit her first—humid, thick with soap and that musky post-game tang. Lockers lined the walls, benches cluttered with discarded jerseys and shin guards. Most were empty, bags zipped and gone. But at the far end, under the harsh fluorescent buzz, Morgan stood with his back half-turned, fresh from the shower.He was stark naked.Time slowed. Water d

A beat later, Vivian lets out a startled, high-pitched shriek as the silver pricks his leg, and his body goes crashing backward off the bus steps. Vivian hits the dirt ground hard, his designer skirt flaring up in a highly humiliating arc before the rolling cameras. Lacy black underwear—scandalously sheer and revealing—flashes brightly under the morning sun, broadcast completely live to millions of watching wolves across the territories. Shocked gasps explode across the digital live stream chat instantly. “What the—did my eyes just see that body?” “Vivian’s wearing that sheer gear on a daytime family show? Holy moon!” “So much for the elegant mafia heir image—looks like his body is ready for

"Yeah, I didn't hear about this before..." The business partners started asking questions. Linda narrowed her eyes, and looked at Melanie. "Perhaps Morgan Group did something in secret? Is this contract genuine?" "Would I dare to deceive everyone in broad daylight? This is not my style. Morgan Group need to stoop so low, either." Melanie smiled and muttered a few words to the staff, who quickly projected another image on screen. "Everyone, take a look at the live broadcast. The person in the live broadcast cannot be faked."

her eyes were locked with mine when she told me. Morgan got vexed. "I'm sorry, what?. Why is he blackmailing you?". He asked his sister. "I don't know..." She hesitant to speak again, seeing that, Morgan realized that she wasn't telling the truth. "You know! Tell me? What is Lucas blackmailing you about?". He pulled her away from me again and shook the truth out from her lips, as she said, " he's got a sex tap of us having sex". "Why should you have sex and video yourself?"..