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Chapter 118 by K5Rakitan K5Rakitan

Should Marc and Mokuba get frisky with each other?

No, they're not ready for that.

Marc walked back into the room and caught the sheepish look in Mokuba's eyes. "Did I miss anything?"

"Not really," Mokuba said. Aside from the evening's activities, which could have been mere tomfoolery, he hadn't seen any evidence at work that Marc swung both ways and didn't want to raise the issue regardless.

"Hey Seto," Marc said.

"What?"

"You know those crazy belts you like to wear?"

"What about them?"

"Ever used them to tie up a slut?"

"No," a sly grin crossed Seto's face.

Joan's eyes lit up. "Oh can we? Please?" It was more a question for Mokuba, but Mokuba remained silent.

Seto rose. "I'll go get them."

The second Seto closed the bedroom door, Marc pounced on Joan, eliciting a squeal. Mokuba felt the bed jostle. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mokuba asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if Joan thinks she's in danger and the ring activates?"

Joan replied in a hushed tone, "You're all tied to the ring, and I trust you. You three can do whatever you want to me, and I won't see it as danger."

"Think of it this way: what easier way to keep that ring out of Seto's sight?" Marc said.

"As long as you know what you're doing," Mokuba replied.

Seto returned with both hands stuffed with belts of various lengths and materials.

"Holy shit," Joan said, "I think you have more belts than Marc has knives.

"Probably once you count the ones he left back in Japan," Marc agreed.

"Shit," Joan repeated.

Seto dumped all the belts on a corner of the bed. "Change your mind yet, whore?"

How does Joan respond?

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