[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (1). I Won The Fight
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (1). I Won The Fight
I did exactly what I promised.
And Pearl absolutely regretted challenging me afterward.
The psych ward room became a complete disaster zone within half an hour. Sheets tangled everywhere. Tentacles wrapped around furniture. And Pearl herself?
By the end she could barely keep the “doctor” act together anymore.
Every smug little attempt to “discipline” me turned into breathless laughter and increasingly desperate sounds every time I whispered something insane in her ear. Honestly, somewhere around the third round the roleplay completely collapsed into mutual chaos.
Exactly how both of us liked it.
And true to my word?
Yeah.
When I finally left the room…
Pearl absolutely crawled after me for a few steps just to throw a pillow at my head while calling me a psychopath.
Worth it.
Completely worth it.
Shadow wrapped around me again as I teleported back to the living room.
I appeared behind the couch casually.
And immediately heard…
“OH~ Harder!”
I froze.
Slowly blinked.
Then cringed.
“What the hell are you guys watching?”
The entire room screamed simultaneously.
Miranda almost dropped the bowl in her hand. “H-HE CAME OUT OF THE SCREEN!”
I stared at them.
They stared at me.
Okay.
Maybe I understood the reaction.
I was still wearing the messy restraint outfit from Pearl’s room. Half-open. Hanging off one shoulder. Lipstick marks all over my neck and chest. Hair completely ruined. And yeah, there were absolutely scratch marks on my arms.
I looked like a criminal who escaped from horny prison.
My eyes slowly shifted toward the television.
And there it was.
A massive muscular guy wearing a skull mask absolutely destroying furniture while a woman moaned dramatically beneath him.
I stared.
Then slowly looked back at my harem.
“You’re all watching p*rn while waiting for me?”
Diamond crossed her legs lazily on the couch. “Don’t blame us. We needed entertainment.”
Mia coiled comfortably around the side of the couch, smirking. “And warm-up.”
Luna raised a hand innocently. “The plot was surprisingly decent.”
“There is no plot,” Olivia argued immediately.
“There was revenge motivation!” Luna protested.
Ruby pointed at the screen seriously. “He killed three people in the first ten minutes.”
“That was before the s*x,” Emma corrected gently.
I dragged a hand down my face.
“You all are unbelievable.”
Foxy immediately appeared beside me with a glass of water.
“Master~ drink,” she said sweetly.
I took it immediately.
“Thank you.”
I drank half the glass in one go while the others openly stared at me.
Camila raised a brow slowly. “You look exhausted.”
“I’m not exhausted,” I replied immediately.
Olivia snorted. “You literally look like you lost a fight.”
“I won the fight.”
“Sure.”
Yuffy leaned over the couch slightly. “Your Highness… did Pearl survive?”
I looked at her seriously.
“Barely.”
The room exploded into laughter.
Even Emma covered her mouth trying not to laugh too hard.
Miranda stared at me with wide eyes. “Your Highness… your neck…”
I looked down.
Yeah.
There were lipstick marks literally everywhere.
“…Huh.”
Mia smirked wider. “Looks like Doctor Pearl performed extensive treatment.”
“Shut up.”
Diamond pointed at the couch. “Sit. Recover.”
“I don’t need recovery.”
I sighed dramatically and dropped onto the couch anyway.
Immediately, Mia coiled around one side of me while Foxy sat beside my arm and Luna practically collapsed onto my lap like a cat.
Warm.
Soft.
Comfortable.
Honestly, dangerous for my self-control.
Diamond grabbed the remote and muted the movie finally.
“Alright,” she said. “Speak less. Pull the card. We are getting impatient.”
I reached for the stack anyway.
One card.
Pulled.
Flipped.
“Puriel.”
The room instantly shifted.
Puriel blinked once, clearly surprised, then slowly reached for the role card.
She pulled one.
Read it.
And immediately smiled brightly.
“Oh!” she said. “I can do this! This matches my personality!”
Before anyone could stop her, she turned the card toward me instinctively.
I saw it immediately.
‘Oh it’s nurse and patient.’
Diamond practically launched herself across the couch to cover the card.
“You shouldn’t show him!”
Puriel gasped. “Oh no—”
Too late.
I already saw it.
But, watching Diamond panic was funny enough that I decided to play along.
Diamond slowly turned toward me with narrowed eyes.
“Did you read it?”
I blinked innocently.
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“It was too fast.”
Diamond stared suspiciously for several seconds.
Then sighed.
“Good.”
I almost laughed.
“Room twenty-five,” she ordered dramatically. “Now.”
I saluted lazily from the couch.
“Aye, ma’am.”
Then teleported away immediately before they could interrogate me further.
Shadow flickered.
And I appeared in front of room twenty-five.
I looked at the door.
Then at the number.
“Okay.”
I pushed it open and stepped inside.
This one?
Normal.
Actually normal.
No psych ward.
No princess room.
No suspicious altar.
Just a patient room. Clean white sheets. Medical equipment. Soft lighting. Honestly the least insane setup tonight.
I exhaled slowly.
“You know what? Nice.”
First thing first.
Shower.
Because there was absolutely no way I was showing up to Puriel smelling like Pearl’s room.
Ten minutes later I stepped out clean, refreshed, and significantly less covered in lipstick.
I snapped my fingers.
Dark energy shimmered briefly over my body before reforming into a loose patient outfit.
Simple.
Soft.
Harmless looking.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror. At my human appearance. Ethan.
Probably the safest option with Puriel.
I climbed onto the bed afterward and laid down properly like the most innocent patient in history.
Hands folded.
Blank expression.
Good boy mode activated.
Then I waited.
For my nurse.
The room was quiet in a completely different way from the others tonight.
No scented candles.
No suspicious ropes.
Just soft lighting. White sheets. Calm atmosphere. The faint sterile scent mixed with something sweeter drifting from the hallway.
This was probably the safest room I’d entered all night.
The door opened gently.
And Puriel stepped inside.
I immediately had to fight the urge to facepalm.
Because unlike literally everyone else tonight…
Puriel took the role completely seriously.
Not sexy nurse.
Not “nurse.”
Actual nurse.
White uniform. Neat. Clean. Hair tied properly. Soft expression. Clipboard in hand. She even carried an actual tray.
A tray.
With food.
Real food.