The Madre's Superglue Revenge

Inside the cabin, passion was at its peak.

Marco moved like a tireless beast, taking with relentless hunger.

Anna's cries were loud and wanton, pushing his senses further and further.

"Baby, why are you so tight today?"

Marco panted heavily, the sensation of being wrapped so tightly around him unlike anything he had felt before.

There was even a faint burning sensation.

"You're just too strong… ah… it's so hot…"

Anna felt something was wrong too.

A searing pain spread through her lower body, wave after wave, as if she were being scorched by fire.

"Wait… why is it so hot?"

Marco frowned, his movements slowing to a halt.

The burning sensation quickly intensified into agony, as though their skin were being eaten away by acid.

"Quick—pull out!"

Anna screamed, her face twisting with pain.

Marco panicked as well, instinctively trying to pull back.

But in the next second, his pupils contracted sharply.

He couldn't pull out at all.

Marco jerked back with force.

"Ah!!!"

Anna let out a piercing scream as blood burst forth instantly.

The industrial adhesive, activated by heat and friction, had already hardened completely.

Marco's violent tug didn't separate them—instead, it tore the skin where their bodies were joined.

Their most private parts were now locked together like conjoined twins, fused together beyond separation.

"Damn it! What's going on?!" Cold sweat poured down Marco's back.

Just then, a deafening boom erupted.

An explosion went off at the stern of the yacht.

The violent shockwave sent both of them tumbling off the bed.

The fall pulled painfully at the place where they were stuck together. Blood ran down their thighs in winding streams, staining the white carpet red.

"Ah—!"

Another heart-wrenching scream echoed through the cabin.

The door burst open as several trusted subordinates rushed in with guns raised.

"Don Vitale! There's been an expl—"

Flashlight beams hit the floor.

Every man froze.

Before them was the most absurd, scandalous, and bloody scene they had ever witnessed.

Their lofty, untouchable Don was completely naked—fused together with the family doctor.

Both of them were covered in blood, their bodies twisted, their expressions contorted in agony.

"What are you staring at?! Get out! Call a doctor! And go protect Madre!"

Marco roared hysterically, mortified beyond words.

The accompanying physician finally arrived. After examining them, his hands trembled like leaves in the wind.

"Don Vitale… the adhesive is too strong."

Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, the doctor delivered the grim verdict in a shaking voice.

"The only solution… is surgery to remove part of the skin. Possibly even… some tissue…"

At those words, Anna fainted on the spot.

Carlo swallowed hard and forced his gaze away.

"Don Vitale, the stern exploded! We have to evacuate immediately!"

"Where's Madre?!"

Marco suddenly ignored the agonizing pain below and roared.

Carlo's face turned pale. With trembling hands, he held something out.

"We searched the center of the explosion… this is all we found…"

It was a charred high heel and a ring.

The shock and searing pain struck his heart at once, and Marco spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Camilla! Camilla!!!"

He roared my name hoarsely.

"She wouldn't die. She'd never bear to leave me like that!

"Find her! Even if you have to drain the ocean dry, find her!"