"I get you, bros, but I'm fucking drinking tea with her right now," I said, keeping my voice low but sharp. "Why do you have to peep right now? It's really awkward, man." It really made me weirded out, the way these motherfuckers looked through the gap.
They all glanced at each other, then back at me, their expressions shifting as if I were the strange one for calling them out. One shrugged. Another smirked faintly, like peeping on the priestess while jerking off was just another part of their daily routine.
They probably did it all day—every day—lurking in corners, stroking themselves raw while she walked past, her robe clinging to her thick curves. It wasn't even shame to them anymore. It was habit.
"Hey, whatever you wanna do, just do it after I leave the temple," I said, crossing my arms. "I don't need an audience."
