Chapter 4

That tingling sensation nearly overwhelmed me.

With so many people still here, he actually dared to do this.

Fortunately, Liam didn’t proceed further.

He stopped after pulling it down.

The warmth faded, leaving me strangely unsettled.

Once the task was completed, everyone started spinning the bottle again.

But I grew distracted.

The lingering warmth on my lips replayed in my mind.

I tried to shake off the memory by reaching for my glass.

After several drinks, dizziness began to set in.

Liam leaned close to my ear, his voice dripping with implication.

"Aunt Olivia, you smell even better than a young girl."

I turned instinctively and saw him holding my thong, inhaling deeply.

Even in the dim light of the private room, someone might notice.

I frantically tried to snatch it back from him.

But Liam swiftly passed it to the guy beside him.

My face flushed crimson with humiliation.

How could Liam hand my thong to another male classmate?

It was then I realized all the female classmates were drunk, passed out on the couches.

The few still awake were making out with their boyfriends, oblivious to anyone else.

The guy who received the thong took an exaggerated whiff.

"Big sister’s scent is intoxicating. Liam, we’re brothers—good things should be shared.

I want a taste of her too."

"Count me in."

Several guys moved closer toward me.

Liam scooped me into his arms.

"These are my good friends, Olivia. I know you’ve been lacking affection lately.

Let us show you some love."

Already disoriented, surrounded by so many young men, their alcohol-laced scents overwhelmed me.

My dizziness intensified.

Through hazy vision, I felt myself being lifted onto the table.

Multiple hands roamed over my body.

It felt like countless ants crawling over my skin, igniting an unbearable itch.

I instinctively tugged at my clothes.

"Big sister is so eager. We shouldn’t hold back then."

"Look at those milkers—I could devour them."

Amid the feverish heat, I felt my skirt being pushed up...

In that moment, morality vanished.

I only wanted to lose myself in the sensation.

Then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Sorry to interrupt, folks. We’re conducting a routine fire inspection.

Could you please open the door?"

KTV staff kept knocking outside—a surprise safety check.

The hands withdrew from my body.

As the haze lifted, regret washed over me.

What had I almost done?

I nearly crossed a line with my nephew and his friends...

When I glanced at Liam, I saw unmistakable frustration in his eyes.

The knocking persisted.

Liam and the others helped me off the table.

Everyone in the room froze, then retreated to the couches.

Someone finally opened the door, flooding the room with light.

The brightness magnified my shame.

Fearful of losing control again, I claimed illness and rushed out.

With staff present, no one tried to stop me.

Outside, the cool air cleared my mind.

I vowed never to put myself in such a situation again.

Thank goodness the inspection interrupted us.

If things had gone further, how could I ever face Liam—or my husband?