I beg you to stop, Raphael! Don''t ruin him, ruin yourself, ruin the three of us!"

"Kiss me again, my love! But don''t expect me to stop!" Raphael''s movements never ceased, only growing more frantic. "Let him barge in and shoot me if he wants. Even in my dying moments, I will thank the Lord!"

His sentence had not yet concluded when Andre, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly stepped into this confined space.

Andre''s eyes widened in shock and anger as he surveyed the debauched scene before him. He yanked Raphael up, fiercely tugging at his open collar, and roared furiously in his face, "What have you done to her, Saint-Clemont! You beast!"

Raphael laughed unabashedly, pointing towards the girl lying on the ground. "She loves me! She loves me! Can''t you see, Quenet? Tonight, she has become wet for me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body trembling beneath mine with pleasure!"

"You madman! Edith? Why...?" Andre shivered neurotically, his gaze shifting to Edith, who was flushed and breathless. Yet, he could hardly bear to look at the suggestive marks on her exposed bosom.

"I''m sorry, Andre, I..." She desperately tugged at her torn neckline, avoiding his gaze. Andre noticed that her eyes lacked sorrow and plea for help, only a hint of guilt and shyness.

Raphael provocatively glanced at him, then pushed Andre aside, leaning over Edith right in front of him, continuing their mad union.

Andre''s fist clenched beneath his coat, turning pale as if he intended to strike Raphael. However, in the end, anguish an