34 Dinner Party

Cyril truly enjoyed being gazed at by Quinn in such a manner. He raised his glass towards Howard and said, "Actually, Dr. Howard, if Quinn's illness is getting better, it's really thanks to you. I toast to you!"

Just as Cyril was about to drink, Howard stopped him, half-jokingly retorting, "Does your fiancée only worth one glass in your heart?"

"Yes, yes, you're right Dr. Howard, I'll drink three glasses!" Cyril was the type who loved to drink despite his poor tolerance.

He didn't have much of a drinking capacity, but he couldn't resist drinking more whenever encouraged.

The more he drank, the more he sought out drinks.

"You... ah!"

Quinn intended to persuade Cyril to drink less, but Howard's foot stretched deeper, causing her to moan softly, and she couldn't finish her sentence.

Howard had used too much force, and even pushed Quinn's chair backward.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with a velvet carpet, and the chair legs sliding on the carpet made no noise.

Quinn took the opportunity while Cyril was continuously drinking glass after glass.

She couldn't help but blush and gave Howard a resentful glare.

She was helpless against Howard, as he had leverage over her!

And with Cyril there, she couldn't move her chair too far from the table, as it might raise suspicions.

She could only scoot her chair closer to the table, moving closer to the foot that kept teasing her.

"Three glasses! How about that?"

Cyril turned his glass upside down and shook it over the table.

A drop of beer slowly slid down the rim of the glass.

"Truly, the captain of our high school basketball team had an enormous capacity!" Howard remarked with a pun, feeling the warm and damp sensation from his foot.

"It's truly fate that we could meet in this post-apocalyptic world!"

"Although my wedding was interrupted halfway through, once we reach the safe zone, I'll definitely hold it again!"

"Please be my best man then!"

Cyril's eyes and gestures were filled with drunkenness, and his gaze became somewhat dull.

"No problem, I'll definitely drink to that! I wish you and Quinn a happy and fulfilling life!" Howard said, raising his glass to clink with Cyril's.

"If hybrids could get pregnant, my seed would probably have already taken root inside Quinn."

"Thank you, Howard!"

"Quinn, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and toast Howard!"

Cyril, buoyed by his drinking, no longer addressed Howard as Dr. Howard.

Quinn slightly opened her mouth, and a misty fog breathed out, enveloping the glass with a thick layer of vapor.

Her voice also became somewhat dreamy.

Following the tapping rhythm of Howard's toes, Quinn's gaze began to grow confused.

Her body trembling slightly, she barely managed to raise her glass.

The wine in the glass rippled continuously due to her trembling arms, almost spilling onto the table.

But the drunken Cyril, with his slowed reactions, completely failed to notice Quinn's condition.

"Cheers!" Howard said elegantly, lifting his glass.

In the instant the three were drinking, Quinn's body began to tremble violently, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her fingertips turned pale. She tilted her head back, mouth tightly shut. Her legs stiffened and lifted high, nearly knocking over the table, causing the plates on it to clink softly.

Clang!

Quinn's glass fell to the carpet with a muffled sound. It rolled for a moment before sliding under the table, hidden by the tablecloth, where it finally stopped.

"What's wrong? Quinn, are you feeling unwell?" Cyril, hearing the noise, cast a concerned look at Quinn.

"It's nothing. You guys keep talking, I'll just pick up the glass," Quinn said, slowly squatting down.

She moved under the table where the room was lit only by the dim light of candles, made even fainter by the white tablecloth.

Underneath, Quinn could see Cyril's and Howard's legs. The difference between the two was stark. Cyril, having been on the basketball team, she thought would have well-developed muscles. Yet, compared to Howard, his legs seemed as frail as chopsticks. Howard's legs, on the other hand, were muscular, with lines as sharp as if chiseled by an axe, compelling her to gently touch them.

Instantly, a terrifying bulge formed on Howard's trousers. This dreadful thing, the source of her love and hate, nearly killed her.

Meanwhile, Howard and Cyril's conversation meandered to the story of Cyril and Quinn's relationship. During the recount, Cyril's face flushed with bursts of red.

"Yes, it's clear that Quinn is a great girl, truly worthy of your care!" Howard remarked.

"Yet, despite being together so long, it surprises me that you haven't even held hands. That's quite unexpected!"

While speaking, Howard reached down and freed Quinn's penis, which she both loved and hated.

Instinctively, Quinn tried to pull away, but Howard caught her by the hair and forced it into her mouth.

"Mmm!" Quinn let out a sound of reluctance.

Just then, a terrifying zombie roar from downstairs masked this suggestive noise.

"I'll stand guard at the door!" Miranda sensibly asked Howard for permission.

"Go ahead, and be careful!" Howard nodded.

Miranda quickly left the room and stood in the hallway. To a hybrid, the pitch-dark corridor was still visible, though not as clear as daylight.

At this time, Cyril, deeply intoxicated, didn't notice the sound, nor even that Miranda had left.

"Quinn really is a very, very good girl, deserving of someone to cherish her!" he slurred.

"Her family is very conservative, so she's cautious about relationships between men and women. Although she hasn't let me touch her, I don't blame her!"

"On the contrary, the more she refuses, the more I think she is a gift from heaven, a piece of art that is exquisitely beautiful and immaculate!"

"When we marry, I'll carefully unwrap the gift ribbon on our wedding night to reveal the perfect her and fully appreciate her."

"So I deeply respect her wishes. I will absolutely not touch even a hair on her before marriage; any impure thought would be a desecration," Cyril drunkenly stated.

If he only knew that his so perfect, pure, virginal fiancée was performing oral sex on Howard, one wonders what he would think.