Dine Delivered

"Shit... I should've done more..." Cassian muttered, his voice filled with regret as he pumped out pushups, part of the daily tasks given by the system. His muscles tensed, but his mind was somewhere else—specifically, back on last night.

He regretted falling asleep after rubbing himself against Katherine's soft buttocks. Guilt had consumed him in the moment, but now, a different kind of regret gnawed at him. He didn't know when he'd get another chance like that again. What's worse, Katherine hadn't even asked for her usual morning massage, something she'd been doing more often recently.