Lyod and Aria were too absorbed in their making-out moment. They were not clear-headed and seemed to have a mind of their own. Lyod's hand, which was previously cupping the back of Aria's head, moved down to cup one of Aria's buttocks.
Aria yelped in an erotic voice, which Lyod immediately swallowed. The longer Lyod kissed her as if she was his last meal, the more Aria felt like jelly.
Her common senses had been shrouded by euphoria like a thick fog that blinded her. But the alarm sound in her head rang loudly as she felt something poke her stomach.
Aria ended up looking down and saw the tent on his pants. It made her jump away from him like a scared cat upon seeing it, and her face was now a deeper shade of red.
"T-That… You…" Aria couldn't help but stutter as she looked at his huge tent.
