Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1547

Andrew did not deny it, saying, "You're right. It's precisely because of your official status that I've been looking out for you this whole time because of your official status."

Chantelle frowned and complained, "What's that thing poking into me from below?"

Andrew's face turned red as he stammered, "I-It's nothing! Let's get up—we can't stay cramped in here forever."

"Wait, let me see what's been jabbing me this whole time," Chantelle said, reaching down to grab Andrew's manhood.

"Mr. Lloyd, you're shameless, perverted, and disgusting!" she shouted, her face flushing as she pushed open the coffin lid and quickly climbed out.

Even if the Night Hag was outside, she could not care less anymore. This guy had actually gotten aroused while she was on top of him, which made her feel utterly humiliated.

Despite the danger outside and everyone being so tense, he could still get hard—what a perverted creep.

Andrew followed suit and climbed out of the coffin, feeling genuinely helpless about the whole situation.

After all, it was a man and a woman alone together in very close proximity. Most importantly, despite Chantelle's cold personality, she had an incredible figure that rivaled even Francesca's.

Her two large assets had been pressed against his chest while her entire body lay on top of him. With all that friction and movement, Andrew's natural reaction was completely beyond his control.

"Mr. Lloyd, I hope what just happened was a one-time thing and never happens again!" Chantelle warned him sternly.

This Night Hag was clever, having blocked the passage exit completely. Escape was impossible now that its hanging hair had sealed off the corridor entrance, and any significant movement would cause the creature to attack immediately.

"What do we do?" Chantelle whispered once they returned to the chamber. Andrew pondered for a moment before shaking his head, indicating he had no good solution for now.

The two stood there helplessly, unsure of their next move.

Chantelle gradually became restless, occasionally glancing toward the passage entrance, where the Night Hag remained hidden above, its hair still blocking their escape route.

Just as Andrew was about to tell her to stop fidgeting, a crack echoed through the chamber. The lid of another stone coffin beside the one they had hidden in began to open slowly, and a blood-covered hand emerged from within.