Someone walks in with news

A/N: I have decided to make the next few chapters a little shorter than usual in order to accelerate my update rate, since there will be a fair bit of point of view switching going around as we approach the end of the day/story arc, starting with this one. Regardless, I hope you enjoy and happy reading.

Medical Sergeant Serena Zhang's Point of View:

You hesitated at the bedroom door, your stomach twisting into a knot. You knew barging in on Master Michael unannounced was rude, but this couldn’t wait. "Fuck it," you muttered under your breath, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady mix that made your pulse quicken. Her boots clicked softly against the hardwood floor as she moved further into the apartment.

The sight that greeted you nearly made you stumble. Master Michael, gloriously naked, sat propped against the headboard, his hand lazily stroking his cock. Before him, the newcomers he had rescued...Laurel and Kira was it?...were locked in a passionate sapphic scissor, their bodies slick and glistening under the dim light.

"Jesus," You breathed, your cheeks flushing as you watched Laurel’s hips grind against Kira’s, their moans filling the room as they kissed each other with the love and dedication of soulmates. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

"Sergeant Zhang," Michael soon said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His eyes flicked over you, taking in your crisp uniform and the slight tremor in your hands. "Important news, I presume?" He didn’t stop stroking himself, his cock twitching in his grip as he waited for her answer.

You snapped to attention, forcing yourself to ignore the erotic tableau before you. "Sir, Sergeant Vanders has regained consciousness. She's asking for you." Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her, flicking back to Laurel and Kira for a moment. They were still moving, their bodies pressed together, their moans soft and breathless as their lips were locked.

Michael’s expression shifted, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Vanders is awake? Good to know." He glanced at Laurel and Kira, who had finally paused their ministrations at the announcement, their eyes wide with curiosity. "Give us a moment, Sergeant. I’ll be with you shortly." His tone left no room for argument, and you nodded stiffly.

"Understood, sir," You said, backing towards the door.

As you turned to leave, your gaze lingered on Laurel and Kira, their bodies still intertwined. A strange mix of envy and arousal churned within her. "Carry on," you mumbled before retreating into the hallway. Your heart was pounding the whole time, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Back outside the apartment door, you leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart. "What the fuck was that?" you whispered to yourself.

The sight of your Master, Michael, surrounded by those women had stirred something primal within you, a hunger you hadn’t realized you possessed. Sure, you had always liked rough sex and even bd/sm sort of fucking, but this was the first time you had actually seen a man dominate two eager lesbians into putting on a show for him, and the sight had affected you harder than you had expected.

Your uniform felt too tight, your skin too hot, and she clenched her fists to keep from touching yourself. You pressed your back against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

"Fuck," you whispered, your cheeks still flushed from the scene you'd interrupted. Your mind was racing, your body aching with a sudden, intense desire as now plausible considerations crossed your minds. "I am going to have new and different wet dreams tonight, aren't I?"