Just because a man lets you borrow his shit doesn't mean you get to slap your name on it like some territorial bastard.
Letting a dude borrow your horse didn't mean you wanted him to ride it into battle and claim it as his own war steed.
And yet, here Artis was, balls-deep in Lui's wife, acting like he had full ownership.
Lui had tolerated this whole fucked-up arrangement. But hearing Artis talk about filling Juliana with his cum like she was some kind of fertility chalice? That shit had him seeing red.
Who the fuck knew if she could still get pregnant at this age? Did sperm have senior citizen discounts? He sure as hell didn't want to find out.
"WAIT, NO! NOT INSIDE!"
Fueled by sheer male indignation, Lui launched himself toward the battlefield like a warrior ready to reclaim his honor—only to immediately faceplant like the useless sack of jealousy he was.
