No Shame Left**
A man staggered his way home after overworking himself, his steps heavy with fatigue.
He decided to cut through the park, hoping the cool night breeze would offer some relief.
But instead of tranquility, he was greeted by an unexpected sound—a woman's voice, soft at first but unmistakable, filled with whimpers and moans.
His face turned beet red as he froze in place, the sultry echoes traveling through the quiet park.
"What the hell? Who does that in public?!" he muttered under his breath, flustered.
Without a second thought, he quickened his pace, doing his best to escape the awkward situation.
"You hear that, Chiyo? Everyone could hear your moaning like a whore," Haruto chuckled.
"Should we move and show to the man what we do instead?" he said with a tease
Meanwhile, hidden behind the thick trees and bushes, Chiyo was completely lost in her pleasure, and couldn't hear what Haruto said as she also didn't care.