My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn novel Chapter 113

Chapter 9

With Bernard’s stomach finally stitched up, the family sat down for dinner.

The air was thick with tension, so I casually reached for a rib from the main dish.

The four monsters watched me raise the meat to my lips, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

“Eat up, dear,” Bernard grinned. “Fresh from downstairs. Killed last night.”

Downstairs?

The only things downstairs were dead players.

I dropped the rib, clutching my stomach, and dry-heaved right into the Boss’s chest.

“Ugh, I can’t keep anything down,” I moaned. “Must be morning sickness. From our wild night.”

Meg’s eyes lit up at the drama.

Bernard and Eleanor were over the moon. They immediately told their son to take me to bed.

The Boss turned bright red. He scooped me up and bolted from the room.

He hissed into my ear as we went. “You’re lying. We never even touched.”

He was so innocent he couldn’t even say “slept together.”

I leaned into him, running a hand over his abs.

“It’s fine,” I whispered back. “If you want to make it real, we can start right now.”

The chat feed exploded.

[Alice has no shame.]

[Is this even allowed on a free stream?]

[He’s a shy bad boy and she’s feral. I’m officially shipping them.]

Sadly, I didn’t get lucky.

Safely inside the bedroom, he set me down and looked at me with painful sincerity

“Alice, I’m flattered. Truly. I feel a connection with you, too.”

“But Meg is my priority. Even if this is just a game to you… I need her approval before we expand the family”

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I stared at the jagged scar ringing his neck where his head was attached.

Up close, the damage was horrifying.

It wasn’t a clean cut.

It looked like someone had repeatedly slashed him with a dull blade before finally severing the bone.

For the last two days, he had hidden it behind a tie.

I loosened the knot and pressed my lips against the mangled flesh.

“Don’t,” he flinched, trying to push me away.

“It is ugly.”

He seemed terrified that his monstrous nature would hurt me.

“No, it is not,” I murmured against his skin, tears prickling my eyes. “Does it hurt?”

He had never looked more handsome to me than in that moment.

I heard a low, melting chuckle. “It hurt then. It does not hurt anymore.”

My fake pregnancy successfully fooled Bernard and Eleanor.

I took over the kitchen duties, cooking only the groceries the boss bought and ignoring the “meat” in the

canvas sacks.

To keep up the charade, the boss and I started sharing the bed on the second night.

I was just plotting my next move when a small, jealous face popped out from under the covers.

“Mommy, you do not love Meg anymore,” she whined. “I’m the best! What’s so great about Daddy?”

She glared daggers at her father.

Her dress began to bleed red, and the scar on the boss’s neck expanded, signaling an imminent turf war

I jumped up and shouted before they could tear the room apart.

“Stop it! Both of you need to calm down.”

“I will sleep with both of you, okay?”

The first three days passed without further incident.

Chapter 9

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