Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 102: Truth or dare.

The moment Fred and Gabe entered the dining hall, Damien looked up from the long polished table. His sharp gaze immediately locked onto them, lingering briefly on Gabe as his wheelchair was pushed forward.

"So," Damien said at last, breaking the silence, his tone carrying mild amusement and impatience, "you two finally decided to show up."

Without responding, Fred pushed the wheelchair closer to the table and carefully helped Gabe settle into a dining chair positioned directly opposite Alex. Only after making sure Gabe was comfortable did Fred pull out a chair for himself and sit down across from Damien.

"What exactly took you so long?" Damien continued, leaning back slightly in his chair, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "We even sent servants to check on you, but they said you told them to leave."

Fred exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck as though the exhaustion still clung to him.

"It was a long journey, Damien," he replied, his voice heavy with fatigue. "And yes, I needed a warm bath to soothe my tense muscles. Everything aches." He paused, then added with a tired scoff, "I’m still hoping there’s a massage center somewhere on this island. My body feels like it’s been through war."

Before Damien could respond, Gabe chimed in, a warm but slightly embarrassed smile curving his lips.

"I also had trouble helping myself in the bathroom," he admitted. "But I really wanted to do it on my own—and I’m glad I succeeded."

Almost on cue, his stomach growled loudly, the sound echoing awkwardly across the table.

"Fuck," Gabe muttered under his breath, then looked up, visibly flustered. "Can we just eat now? We didn’t even eat anything before embarking on that journey."

Alex let out a quiet chuckle, unable to hide his amusement at the timing of Gabe’s rebellious stomach.

"How about we do something fun first?" Damien suddenly said, raising an eyebrow.

Gabe froze mid-reach, his fingers hovering inches away from a chicken lap.

"Something fun?" Gabe repeated slowly, disbelief dripping from his voice. "What are you talking about? We should be eating."

Fred nodded in agreement, his irritation obvious as he sighed heavily.

"Aren’t you tired after a long day of traveling?" Fred added. "We should eat and go to bed. I’m not even interested in whatever party the housekeeper mentioned earlier. Any party can wait till tomorrow."

Instead of answering them, Damien turned to the servants.

"Take the dishes," he instructed calmly. "Place them on the center table. We’ll be eating there tonight."

The servants bowed immediately and began clearing the dining table one plate at a time. The aroma of the food lingered in the air as it was carried away, making both Fred and Gabe swallow hard. Gabe’s stomach growled again, louder this time, as his eyes followed the retreating dishes.

"We should move to the living room now," Damien announced as he rose to his feet.

Alex stood up beside him, and Fred followed shortly after. Carefully, Fred helped Gabe back into his wheelchair and wheeled him toward the living room. Once there, he assisted Gabe onto one of the sofas before settling beside him.

"Can we eat now?" Fred asked, irritation seeping into his tone as his eyes locked onto a large plate of shrimp resting temptingly on the center table.

"Why don’t we play a game to make things interesting?" Alex suggested casually.

The frustration on both Gabe’s and Fred’s faces deepened instantly.

"A game?" Gabe snapped, turning sharply toward Alex. "What kind of game again, Alex? I’m tired, okay? If you and Damien aren’t tired, good for you—but I am. I just want to eat and be done with this."

Instead of responding, the servants returned—this time carrying trays filled with dark alcoholic drinks. Small cups were placed neatly on the table, each filled to the brim with the hard liquor. The scent of alcohol mixed with the food, making the atmosphere feel heavier.

"The game is Truth or Dare."

The voice came from the housekeeper, prompting Fred and Gabe to turn their attention toward him.

"To stay in this vacation house," the housekeeper continued with a polite smile, "guests are required to undergo a few games. It’s what makes a stay on this island... interesting. And memorable."

Gabe stared at the drinks, then at the food, then finally at Damien.

"Huh? Now this is crazy."

Fred scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back slightly on the sofa. His exhaustion was written all over his face, irritation flashing in his eyes.

"Fine, I agree that we can play games," he said firmly, lifting a hand. "But not tonight, please. We’re too tired for all this nonsense."

Housekeeper Williams did not look the least bit moved.

"Unfortunately, you’ll have to play," he replied calmly, though there was an unmistakable seriousness in his tone. "You were supposed to participate during the beach party earlier, but since you couldn’t attend, you have no choice but to play here instead."

Fred opened his mouth to protest again, but Williams continued before he could.

"The game will begin after you eat—for a short while," he added. "You will be given exactly one minute to eat. Once the game starts, anyone who fails to answer a question must drink."

"One minute?" Gabe exclaimed sharply, his frustration spilling out as he ran a hand through his hair. "Just one minute to eat? Like... seriously?"

"Yes," Williams answered flatly. "And do not think you can lie and get away with it."

He paused deliberately.

"There is a lie-detecting device available. It will determine whether you are telling the truth."

Gabe let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"Now that’s just insane."

At that moment, two servants entered the living room, carrying a strange, doll-like machine. They carefully placed it on the center table before the men and stepped back silently.

Fred frowned, eyeing the object with clear suspicion.

"And what exactly is that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That," Housekeeper Williams said, a faint smile appearing on his face, "is the truth-verification doll. To answer a question, you simply place your hand on its head while responding. It will determine whether you’re lying or telling the truth."

He clasped his hands behind his back.

"Now then, shall you eat so the game can begin immediately? You still need to rest and prepare for the next game tomorrow. After all, this vacation house is designed to be anything but boring. There are tons of games already prepared for you."

Fred exhaled slowly.

I guess there’s no escaping this, he thought with resignation.

Without another word, he grabbed a chicken lap and began eating, clearly resigned to his fate.

Gabe hesitated for a second before reaching for food as well.

Maybe Truth or Dare isn’t such a bad idea, he thought inwardly. We might actually learn more about each other... even the deeper parts.

He picked up a second chicken lap and began munching on it, hunger temporarily overpowering his frustration.

Damien and Alex didn’t waste any time either. Both of them quickly began eating, focused and silent, as though they already knew exactly what was coming next.

Then—

"Time’s up!"

Housekeeper Williams’ voice cut through the room sharply, seriousness etched into his expression.

"It’s time for the game, young masters."

As he spoke, the other servants stepped forward and began clearing the table swiftly, removing every plate and dish until only the small cups of hard liquor remained.

"Mind you," Williams added, raising a finger, "you may only ask ten Truth questions—but you may issue as many Dares as you wish."

Alex, Fred, Damien, and Gabe all let out heavy sighs almost in unison.

"At least I managed to eat a decent amount within that one minute," Gabe murmured under his breath, though his eyes lingered regretfully on the fried meat soaked in stew sauce that had already been taken away.

Housekeeper Williams scanned the room, then raised an eyebrow.

"So... who’s starting?"

His gaze settled on Alex.

"What will you choose—Truth or Dare?"

Alex smiled faintly, looking completely at ease.

"Truth," he answered calmly.

Gabe didn’t hesitate for even a second.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he blurted out.

Alex’s smile faltered just a bit. He swallowed hard before placing his hand on the doll.

"To be honest," he said slowly, "I don’t even remember. I just know it’s been a long time."

The doll’s light flickered for a moment—then turned blue.

The truth.

Alex exhaled quietly, relieved.

Then he lifted his gaze and turned to Gabe, a curious glint appearing in his eyes.

"Now that your husband is in prison," Alex asked evenly, "who do you plan on having sex with?"

Gabe’s eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching slightly.

The room seemed to grow noticeably quieter. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Without wasting time, he placed his hand on the doll.

You, of course, Gabe thought inwardly, his throat tightening.

Out loud, however, he forced a composed expression.

"I... I really don’t know," he replied. "I just ended my marriage, after all. I don’t know what the future holds for me yet."