"Ahh, yes. Oh, Baby."

Clara's babbling voice could be heard from Geralt's room. Dave sat in the living room with a calm expression. He sighed, showing an annoyed expression, but he couldn't do anything about it. He looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon. Geralt was supposed to go to the office, but he and Clara were busy. Since their relationship improved, they had sex almost every day, as if their lives were filled with sex alone.

Meanwhile, Geralt sat on the ...