Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 103: No fucking way!

The moment he finished speaking, the doll’s light flared violently red.

Heat surged through the machine, causing Gabe to flinch and pull his hand away with a sharp hiss.

"That’s a lie!" Damien burst out laughing, clearly entertained.

Gabe looked away, his jaw tightening.

Damien leaned back, eyes gleaming.

"You already know who you want," he said knowingly. "You just don’t have the courage to say it."

Without wasting any time, Gabe reached for one of the small cups resting on the table. He grabbed it firmly and tilted his head back, downing the shot in a single gulp.

"Fuck!" he hissed immediately, slamming the empty cup down. His face twisted in irritation as he sucked in a sharp breath. "That burns my throat terribly."

Damien let out a quiet chuckle, clearly entertained.

"Truth or dare?" he asked, turning his attention toward Fred.

Fred barely hesitated.

"Truth."

Damien leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the armrest as curiosity flickered in his eyes.

"What’s one thing you wish you could change," he asked slowly, "if you had the ability to go back in time?"

Fred stiffened almost imperceptibly.

One thing I’d change?

His jaw tightened as memories surged forward uninvited.

That night at the hotel.

I wish you had never drugged the other omegas. I wish you hadn’t pushed yourself to the point where you needed omegas just to heal your body.

Fred swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

"Well..." he said aloud after a pause, forcing a casual shrug. "Nothing, really. I’ve lived a pretty good life, after all."

The moment he finished speaking, the doll’s light flashed red.

A sharp surge of heat jolted through it, forcing Fred to flinch and yank his hand away instantly.

"You’re lying," Housekeeper William announced calmly, a knowing smile on his face. "You should take a shot."

Fred let out a breath through his nose, equal parts irritation and resignation.

Without arguing, he reached for a cup, lifted it, and drank the shot in one go. His expression barely changed, though the alcohol clearly hit harder this time.

He set the cup down and turned toward Damien, raising an eyebrow.

"Truth or dare, Damien?"

"Truth," Damien replied immediately, his tone confident.

Fred studied him for a moment before asking, "Have you ever fallen in love with anyone?"

"Definitely not," Damien answered without hesitation. "I have never fallen in love with anyone."

Almost instantly, the doll’s light flared red.

Damien hissed as heat surged through his hand, forcing him to pull away sharply.

"What?" he snapped inwardly, confusion crashing into irritation. Who did I fall in love with? I don’t even have anyone in mind!

"Looks like you’ll be taking a shot," Fred said with a faint smirk.

Damien shot him a glare but reached for the cup anyway, drinking it immediately.

Fred watched him quietly.

I wonder why you feel the need to lie, he thought with a heavy sigh. There’s nothing wrong with falling in love.

Gabe shifted on the sofa and turned toward Alex, raising an eyebrow.

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Truth," Alex replied without missing a beat.

Gabe’s lips curved slightly as he asked, "Have you ever fallen in love with someone before?"

Alex fell silent.

"Fallen in love..." he murmured under his breath.

Memories flooded his mind—memories of Gabe. Not just stolen touches or heated moments, but late-night conversations, shared laughter, quiet smiles, and the strange comfort he felt just being around him.

Something deeper than desire.

"Maybe," Alex finally said slowly. "But I’m not too sure if what I’m feeling right now is love."

The doll’s light flickered briefly—then turned green.

"Ohhh," Damien exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward. "So our dear Alex is in love with someone."

He grinned mischievously.

"I wonder who the lucky—though probably very yucky—person is," he teased. "The one who managed to capture our young master Alex’s heart."

"Just stop it," Alex snapped, frowning. "Like I said, I’m not sure yet. So stop jumping to conclusions over nothing."

Despite Alex’s irritation, Damien’s smile only widened.

The game continued, question after question, dare after dare. Laughter, tension, embarrassment, and confessions filled the room as the alcohol kept flowing. Cups were emptied again and again until voices began to slur and movements grew sluggish.

Eventually, one by one, they began to slump where they sat, exhaustion and alcohol finally claiming them.

But just before complete silence fell—

"Truth or dare?" Alex asked softly, his slightly unsteady gaze settling on Fred.

"Truth," Fred replied, a warm, almost relaxed smile spreading across his face.

Alex tilted his head slightly, studying him for a moment before raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What’s your body count?" he asked.

"One."

Fred answered calmly, without hesitation.

Almost instantly, the doll lit up green.

For a second, the room fell into stunned silence.

Then—

"What?!" Damien exclaimed, his mouth falling open in complete disbelief. "Are you being serious right now?"

He stared at Fred as though he had just grown a second head.

"You’re telling me you’ve only slept with one omega your entire life?" Damien continued incredulously. "And you’re an Alpha? That’s honestly hard to believe."

He turned sharply toward Housekeeper Williams.

"Are you sure that doll isn’t broken?"

Williams adjusted his posture and replied respectfully, "It isn’t, Master Damien. Mr. Fred is telling the truth, and the doll confirms it."

Damien clicked his tongue but nodded, accepting the explanation.

"Well... that explains a lot," he said slowly, then broke into a wide grin. "No wonder we tend to get along so well. I don’t really relate to omegas either—and here you are, same as me."

He winked playfully at Fred.

Fred immediately turned his face away, his expression tightening just slightly.

I would’ve still been a virgin if you hadn’t ditched me senselessly that night, he thought inwardly, a heavy sigh weighing on his chest.

But that’s in the past. I don’t want to dwell on it anymore. I should focus on the future instead.

The game continued without pause.

Truths were confessed. Dares were carried out. Shots were taken as punishment again and again. Laughter mixed with tension, embarrassment with curiosity, until the alcohol finally overwhelmed them all.

Before anyone fully realized it, they were utterly drunk.

Completely drunk.

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Morning came swiftly.

Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Gabe’s face. He groaned softly and struggled to open his eyes, his head pounding painfully.

When his vision finally cleared, his breath caught.

Alex was lying right in front of him.

On the same bed.

Their faces were mere inches apart, Alex’s warm breath brushing lightly against Gabe’s skin.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Gabe thought inwardly, panic immediately setting in.

He groaned again, lifting a hand to clutch his head as a brutal headache struck him.

Fuck... I need a cold drink. Or tea. Or something. Anything.

His vision blurred for a moment, but before it could completely fade, a servant knocked softly and entered the room, holding out a cold drink.

Gabe took it without thinking and drank it in one go. Gradually, the nausea eased.

"Damn," Damien’s groggy voice murmured nearby. "I felt like I was about to vomit my intestines out earlier."

He rubbed his temple, squinting.

"But what is Alex doing on my bed? How did he even get here?"

A servant bowed respectfully before answering, "It was part of the game last night, young master. Master Damien dared you and Master Alex to sleep in the same room."

"Oh..." Gabe murmured inwardly. Right. Truth or Dare.

Fragments of last night began surfacing—blurred memories that made his heart thump uncomfortably.

Kissing Alex.

Doing things in front of Damien... and the servants.

Heat rushed to his face.

"Fuck," he thought desperately. I really did all that just because I was drunk? Why can’t I ever control myself?

He slowly turned his gaze back to Alex, who was still fast asleep.

And then he noticed something that sent a sharp jolt of shock down his spine.

Alex wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Gabe swallowed hard.

With trembling fingers, he lifted the duvet just slightly.

Alex was completely naked.

So was he.

The realization crashed into him all at once, leaving him frozen in disbelief.

"W–we didn’t... do anything, right?" Gabe asked, his voice low and tense as he turned toward the servant."Tell me right now please. You all didn’t hear any weird noises from outside my room right?"

The servant hesitated before replying, "I’m not sure, young master. I only arrived this morning after you called for assistance with your hangover."

Gabe exhaled shakily.

Of course we didn’t, he reassured himself frantically. I don’t even remember us doing anything like that. There’s no way. We were probably just hot... or wanted fresh air... that’s why we took our clothes off.

But just as he tried to calm himself, flashes of memory slammed into him.

Him kissing Alex.

Him touching him.

Doing things he shouldn’t have done.

His heart skipped violently.

"Oh shit...NO FUCKING WAY!!!"