<4> Kani and Aalia immediately drew back out of sight at his remark, not certain if Nakir had been specifically referring to their voyeuristic gazes. Both draenei’s cheeks flushed deep purples and blues, the two of them exchanging wide-eyed glances as they fought for their breaths as well. “What the fuck was that!?” Aalia hissed with a mixture of shock and anger. Kani swallowed hard and simply shook her head with a half-hearted shrug, saying nothing. More rustling met their ears from the kitchen, and the both of them quickly dove into the pile of pillows at the living room’s center to act natural once more. Both of them had their backs turned to the kitchen archway as Nakir reappeared. His own cheeks were slightly flushed, while his boxers were now slightly askew with a damp spot halfway down one leg. He gave a fleeting glance toward the girls before he swiftly strode up the stairs and out of sight, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing gently behind him. “And [i]that[/i] is how it’s done, ladies,” Laruu echoed confidently as she, too, entered from the kitchen. A clear swagger was in her hoofsteps as she struggled to re-button her pajama top and take a seat on her knees next to her friends, smiling all the while. Kani was still fiercely blushing without a word, while Aalia immediately shot her friend a venomous glare. “WHAT THE [i]FUCK[/i] WAS THAT!?” she whisper-yelled a second time, shoving her face a hair’s breadth from the cocky Laruu. The scent of salty cum was thick on Laruu’s breath, which, to her silent surprise, wasn’t all that unpleasant. “Why did you do that!?” Laruu shrugged innocently. “What? You didn’t believe me, so I proved you wrong.” “That was [i]my[/i] DAD!” she hissed, letting out a cry of defeat and sinking back onto a pile of pillows weakly. “So? We are all adults here,” Laruu returned casually as she inspected her own forehead for any remnants of his stray cumshot. “And he could have stopped me at any moment. But he didn’t.” Aalia furrowed her brow in frustration. “But-” “[i]And[/i], perhaps you could not hear him, but he was [i]appreciative[/i] of my services. I bet I could have invited him to indulge me further.” “And what do you mean by that!?” Aalia hissed angrily. “You would have so little shame as to [i]fuck[/i] my father!?” Laruu met Aalia dead in the eye with a blank look. “Aalia, I [i]know[/i] you and Kani were watching until the very end. Am I in the wrong when you two were practically doing the same thing from afar?” “I-” she began to protest, then jerked her head sideways to look for some backup… only to realize that Kani was no longer next to her. Aalia looked toward the stairs just as the last hint of Kani’s hoof disappeared from view. “FFFFFFFFFF-” * * * * * Kani’s cheeks were on fire as she stopped herself before the closed bathroom door, swallowing hard to fight the nervous lump in her throat. The sound of hissing water echoed from within, and a few stray coils of steam appeared above the top edge of the closed door. With a deep breath, Kani dared to knock thrice, calling out, “Um… Nakir? It’s Kani. Can I use the toilet real quick, please?” A brief moment’s hesitation followed before his deep voice echoed from within. “The downstairs bathroom is occupied?” “Laruu closed herself in for some reason,” she returned innocently. Another brief pause. “Alright, come in. The door is unlocked.” “Thank you!” she cried appreciatively and swung the door open. The purple-skinned draenei’s spectacles instantly fogged up as she stepped in, closing the door behind her just as an enraged Aalia came charging up the stairs and was about to lunge for her ankle. Aalia fumed quietly outside the bathroom, having skidded across the floor in her vain attempt to stop Kani. Laruu was all smiles as she trotted up the stairs herself and gestured silently at the antiquated keyhole beneath the doorknob. Before Aalia could protest, Laruu’s glowing eye was already peering into the mist-filled room. The bathroom door opened into a fairly sizable washroom. A washbasin stood on a wood table just to the left of the door, while a clawfoot bathtub stood to its right. A small, albeit modern, waste depositor stool sat at the end of the tub, and just beyond it was a combination tub/shower, occupied by the shrouded Nakir. A thin, white shower curtain was all that stood between him and Kani as the latter draenei seated herself on the stool and did her business. “I’m sorry to invade, Nakir, but thank you so much. Laruu has been a hog all night.” “It was nothing,” he assured her gently, his voice echoing against the tiled walls. Kani quietly finished her business and stood, flushing as needed and moving to the washbasin to peer into the hanging mirror above it, then suddenly letting out a squeak of surprise. “Dammit Laruu!” “Is everything okay?” echoed Nakir from behind his curtain. Kani huffed in exaggeration. “Ugh, Laruu spilled some soda on my shirt and I hadn’t noticed it.” Some fumbling and shuffling ensued beyond the curtain, followed by, “Ack, I’m sticky everywhere now!” Nakir remained quiet behind his curtain for a long moment through her shuffling. “There are fresh towels on the shelves by the tub,” he finally added, daring to poke his head out from behind the curtain and gesture toward them with one tentacle… … and inherently come nearly face-to-face with a casually naked Kani. A look of nervousness was splayed across her face, while her hands were crossed defensively over her soft, naked chest. Her belly was so plump that its softness hung just low enough to hide the treasure between her legs, but not enough to overshadow her exceptionally wide, purple hips. “I… really hate to ask, Nakir, but can I hop in the shower for just a second? I’m [i]really[/i] sticky.” Nakir’s cheeks were already flushed from the hot steam. “Are… are you certain that would not make you uncomfortable?” Kani quickly shook her head. “Not if I’m in front. I won’t look, I promise.” [i]Suuuure she won’t.[/i]