Hera could immediately sense her intentions, so she responded, "As much as I’d like to, I can’t right now. I’m afraid my dress will be stained with blood." She pretended to be in a difficult situation, contemting a solution while attempting to push away the man who was still taking advantage of her. "How about you give me some sanitary pads first, and I’lle out right away?"


    Hera was taking a gamble, hoping that they would scurry away once they confirmed the validity of her words and realized that the man they were looking for wasn’t with her in the cubicle.


    <i>Ding...</i>


    One of them received a message, and after reading it, they hurriedly left the restroom, giving Hera a moment to catch her breath and attempt to push the man away again. "Let me go! If you don’t, I’ll cut off your... manhood and ensure you’ll be childless for the rest of your life!" Hera said through gritted teeth, her tone firm and resolute as she threatened the man.


    She knew he was drugged and not in his right mind, but she still hoped that there was a shred of rationality left in him.


    After hearing her threat, his grip on her loosened, and Hera breathed a sigh of relief. The man slowly met her gaze, even though his eyes remained unfocused. Upon closer inspection, Hera noticed tears silently streaming down his face as he bit his lip as if feeling wronged by Hera’s words.


    He appeared deeply troubled, and Hera felt a wave of sympathy and guilt wash over her for having threatened him. She recognized his innocence and realized that he was not responsible for his actions, as he was clearly struggling to restrain himself from acting impulsively under the influence of the aphrodisiac. She admired his efforts to maintain control, knowing that few others could demonstrate such restraint in his situation.


    She feltpelled tofort him, seeing him in such a vulnerable state, resembling a distressed beauty that tugged at Hera’s heartstrings. Despite the earlier ordeal, her sympathy overrode any lingering difort. Without hesitation, she gently urged him to take the antidote, assuring him that it would alleviate his suffering.


    Her heart wavered between sympathy and frustration as he clung to her, distress visible on his face. Yet, any semnce of pity was shattered by the unsettling sensation of his hand creeping up her skirt, igniting a surge of conflicting emotions within Hera. Despite her inner turmoil, she grappled with the urge to reprimand him and the understanding of hispromised state.


    Thwart any attempts to spit it out. Employing all her strength, she pinned him firmly to the toilet seat, determined to ensure he consumed the antidote despite his skepticism or caution. Though he struggled against her, Hera remained resolute, unwilling to relent until he had ingested the remedy that could quell the effects of the drug.


    After confirming that he had swallowed the antidote, Hera breathed a sigh of relief. "This antidote works on most aphrodisiacs, so you should start feeling better in about half an hour to an hour. Just stay here quietly," she instructed her tone firm yet reassuring.


    As she tried to lift her hand from his strong chest and stand up, he tightened his grip on her once more, resting his head against her chest.


    Hera was on the verge of losing her temper, but the man spoke first. "Miss Angel, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m feeling really ufortable. Can you please stay a little longer? I feel safe in your arms," he said, his tone turned gentle and any semnce of his fierceness earlier was nowhere to be found.


    Hera began to specte that the man might be experiencing some mental distress, which could exin his erratic behavior. Perhaps he had acted on instinct earlier and now simply wanted to alleviate his difort but was apprehensive about the women who were pursuing him. She tried to reason it out in her head, trying to make sense of the situation.


    Despite Hera’s desire to leave as quickly as possible, the man refused to let her go. She contemted resorting to another threat, but it seemed as though the man sensed her intentions and lifted his head to gaze at her. With puppy eyes and a pouty expression, he spoke softly, addressing Hera as "Miss Angel."


    "Thank you for helping me," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Those bad women tried to touch me." He sniffed, his tone usatory, reminiscent of a child recounting being wronged. "Since I was young, my Grandpa always told me that bad women would try to get under my pants, so I have to run if it happened. I was careless this time, but it was thanks to you. I owe you big time."


    Hera’s eyes darkened with indignation. <i>’They would even resort to such tactics to get a man?’</i> She shifted her gaze to the strikingly handsome man before her. His deep blue eyes were beautiful and captivating, drawing her in with their intensity. His lips, soft and pinkish, held a certain allure, and his jawline, though not overly pronounced, was perfectly sculpted. It was as if he had been crafted by the Gods themselves, every feature perfectly proportioned. He was like a delectable feast, tempting and irresistible in every way.


    As Hera noticed her thoughts veering in an undesirable direction, she quickly cleared her mind and regained herposure. Unbeknownst to her, the man before her was observing her closely, his keen gaze capturing every subtle expression that crossed her face.


    <i>’It’s no wonder they’d resort to such underhanded tactics, but that doesn’t make it right,’</i> Hera thought to herself, her indignation simmering beneath the surface.


    Hera’s expression softened as she forgot her ufortable position and leaned slightly forward. "May I know your name? Who are you with? I’ll help you look for them," she suggested, her voice gentle andpassionate. While a part of her still harbored doubts about the man’s authenticity.


    So, she set aside her suspicions and considered the possibility that he might truly be having a hard time right now. Hearing Hera’s soft voice, the man leaned in on her neck once more, silently inhaling her scent as his breathing gradually calmed. Hera gently rubbed his head to offerfort, understanding that he was likely feeling uneasy and potentially overwhelmed by the situation.


    Feeling Hera’s gentle care, Leo didn’t dwell too much on the situation, finding genuinefort in her embrace. As his foggy mind began to clear, he responded to her earlier inquiry. "My name is Leo, Leo Hendrix, and I came here with my Grandpa," he answered, his voice still hoarse yet oddly alluring.