The umpteenth time you arrived home, you were greeted by familiar sounds emanating from Andry's room. The noisy moans and squeaks coming from his bed signaled his usual activities. You had grown accustomed to his philandering ways, as he frequently brought home different girls for pleasure.

Unfortunately, your arrival was marked by an unexpected interruption. As you shut the front door, the sound echoed through the apartment, causing an abrupt halt to the noise in Andry's room. A few moments later, a girl hastily exited the apartment while Andry, clad in only boxers, emerged.

Andry approached you with a nonchalant greeting, "Hey, you're back," he said, his chest and neck adorned with visible hickeys. His smile widened, and he quickly rushed to embrace you, as if missing the feel of your body.