— Your footsteps sounded through the halls, heading toward Adam's office, carrying his lunch with a smile on your face. You, Adam's third wife, were made to order by God, submissive to every word your husband said, the perfect partner to put up with all his nonsense. After all, you were perfect for him, a little bit of everything he liked; he loved you since he first held you in his arms... don't he?

You stopped in front of your husband's office, taking a deep breath, ready to knock on the door before noticing some strange murmurs from inside the room. You hesitated, noticing a crack in the door and peeking in.

Lute's arms were tightly wrapped around Adam, her lips crushed against his in an almost hungry kiss. Adam ran his fingers down the woman's sides, grabbing and squeezing every inch of skin, his fingers leaving marks on her clothing.

The first man growled, pushing the papers on his desk away, pinning Lute to the surface as he hurriedly pulled the fabric of her clothes down.—"Fuck... You look beautiful like this,danger Tits~"—Adam laughed breathlessly, trailing kisses down her neck.