Page 119 of Monster in Disguise

"Of course! I'll talk to Marcello."

After I assure her I will put in a kind word for them with Marcello, I retire to my room.

Sitting alone with my laptop,my curiosity gets the better of me and I find myself typing in the word "orgy" on the search bar. I'mnot quite sure what to expect, but I definitely wasn't prepared for what came up.

My eyes widen as I read the first definition from an urban dictionary: an orgy is defined as five or more people engaging in sexual acts together. I furrow my brow, trying to wrap my head around how that even works.

Determined to learn more, I continue scrolling through various websites until one catches my eye. Without a second thought, I click on it and a loud moaning sound erupts from my speakers. Panicked, I quickly shut down my laptop, praying that no one heard the explicit noises coming from it.

Feeling embarrassed yet still intrigued, I cautiously open my laptop again and mute the volume this time. The video shows multiple individuals, all passionately entangled in sexual activities together. In a way, it's not too different from what I had witnessed Allegra doing before.

A realization hits me like a ton of bricks—is this what Marcello enjoys? My stomach churns at the thought. The idea of him participating in such acts makes me feel sick to my core. Am I uncomfortable with the actions themselves or just jealous that he has been with others before me? Perhaps it's both. But then again, could I ever bring myself to do something like that for him?

Shaking my head, I scold myself for even entertaining these thoughts. They are dangerous and only serve to fill me with self-doubt and insecurity.

Despite my initial reservations, I continue to browse the web, reading various articles and slowly becoming more familiar with this intimate business. To my surprise, I even stumble upon tutorials for beginners.

Lost in this new world, I'm only faintly aware when Marcello enters my room. I try not to show my interest as I nonchalantly close my laptop.

"Finished?" I ask with a casual smile.

He nods absentmindedly. "I'll go take a shower first."

As he disappears into the bathroom, I quickly return to the tutorial video I had been watching, studying each step intently. Once I feel confident enough, I make my way to the bathroom.

I give a hesitant knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" I ask, hoping for his permission.

"Yes," he responds loudly from inside, and I push open the door.

I cautiously step inside. Marcello is standing in the shower stall, the clear glass leaving nothing to the imagination. His expression is one of surprise at seeing me.

"Is something wrong?" He furrows his brow and starts to step out of the stall.

"No," I reply quickly, fumbling with the zipper of my dress. Damn, why didn't I undress before coming here?

His gaze is fixed on me, watching my every move intently. With determination, I strip off my clothes and walk towards the shower stall, ready to put what I've learned into practice.

I try to maintain the same level of confidence as the girl in the video, even though my nerves are threatening to betray me. The steam from the newly turned on water envelops my body the moment I step into the shower stall.

"Lina, what are you..." Marcello starts to ask, but I interrupt him by standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips against his. A deep groan escapes him as our mouths meet, and he pulls me closer by wrapping his arms around my waist.

I can feel his arousal, hard against my stomach, which only fuels my plan further.

Breaking away from the kiss, I sink down to my knees. Marcello's eyes darken with desire as he watches me take him in my hand. I mimic his movements, moving up and down his length. His head falls back and a small whimper escapes his lips.

"Lina," his voice is breathy and it only gives me more confidence as I continue to explore his pleasure points with my hands and mouth.

I tilt my head to the side and open my mouth wider, taking him inside without hesitation. He's soft yet firm, and the taste is surprisingly not unpleasant. My tongue glides over the tip of his erection, eliciting a moan from Marcello as he runs his fingers through my hair, urging me on. I stretch my mouth wider to accommodate all of him, but I can't help gagging when I'm only halfway through.

He must have heard me, because he lets go, taking a step back.

"Lina... what are you doing?" His expression is horrified.

Gazing up at him from my knees, I whisper, "I want to please you." His sudden outburst catches me off guard, and I can see the confusion in his eyes.

"Why would you do this?" He shakes his head, water droplets falling from his hair. Turning off the shower, he moves to leave the stall.

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