The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Chapter 446 Aunt Flo
Now that their anger had subsided, concern for Hera took over. One by one, they gathered near the bathroom door, exchanging uneasy glances.

Leo stepped forward and knocked gently. “Wifey, are you alright in there?” His voice, usually confident, wavered with worry and a touch of uncertainty.

But there was no response from the other side of the door—only silence, which only deepened their growing concern.

They exchanged anxious glances, their lips pressed into thin lines, uncertainty weighing on the room.

Finally, Dave, his voice shaky but determined, broke the tension, ready to clear the misunderstanding.

“Just so you know, we hadn’t even gotten that far. I didn’t even touch anything below her stomach before you all barged in,” Dave muttered, pouting slightly.

It might have been better if he’d stayed quiet, as everyone was already beginning to calm down and let things go.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, it seemed like he was deliberately pushing their buttons.

Instantly, the room shifted, and they all shot him glares, their earlier magnanimity quickly fading.

“So, you’re saying you were already on the way to doing it, right?” Xavier pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

Rafael chimed in, his tone sharp. “Which means your hands were already somewhere up there, and you were planning to move down until we interrupted you. Isn’t that what you really mean?”

Dave choked on his words, unable to defend himself any longer. What they said was true—he had been planning to take things further if they hadn’t barged in and interrupted his time with Hera.

But alas, these guys had an almost uncanny radar when it came to her, making it impossible for him to slip past the net they had set up.

Instead of defending himself, Dave decided to stay silent. They were all men after all, and they knew exactly how their minds worked.

Any argument would be pointless since they could answer their own questions.

What mattered now was Hera—she was the one in the most awkward position, probably feeling like she’d been caught red-handed, as if she’d done something wrong.

But in reality, she was free to make her own choices, since she wasn’t in a relationship with any of them.

None of them really had the right to reprimand her. After all, they had agreed to play fair and square—but that agreement applied to themselves as rivals for her attention, not to Hera. She was free to make her own choices.

While the men outside the door were busy figuring out how to rescue Hera from the awkward situation they had created, Hera, on the other side, was dying of embarrassment.

She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole, desperate to escape the overwhelming humiliation.

It wasn’t just the feeling of being caught red-handed by all the men she was romantically involved with that mortified her.

The most embarrassing part was that they all assumed she and Dave had already done the deed because of the blood on her robe.

But the real humiliation came from the fact that the truth was far more innocent—she hadn’t even realized it was already that time of the month.

It was an honest mistake on her part. Hera had an irregular cycle, making it difficult to predict when her period would arrive.

The only clues she ever got were a few distinct symptoms—intense cravings that kept her awake until she satisfied them, feeling like she was coming down with a fever, or, lastly, the swelling of her breasts.

Though the swelling wasn’t always noticeable to the eye, she could feel the soreness. The most embarrassing part? When it was close, she’d feel unusually aroused, almost like a rabbit in heat—restless and undeniably… horny.

“Now that I think about it, wasn’t I just being… horny?!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing in her head with frustration as she rubbed her face with her palms.

The memory of all six men staring at her, their eyes fixated on the bloodstain, made her cringe over and over again.

Just recalling that moment sent waves of embarrassment rushing through her.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and began rummaging through the bathroom for any women’s products.

The voices of the men outside echoed in her ears, shifting from berating Dave to coaxing her to come out.

Their tones fluctuated between apologies and Dave’s desperate pleas, begging her not to be angry.

The sheer absurdity of the situation nearly made Hera laugh in awkwardness for a lifetime.

She tried to refocus her attention on finding what she needed and planned to shower again before coming out to explain everything.

However, no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find any women’s products.

It dawned on her once more that Dave was the only one who lived there, and he never allowed anyone near his room.

Naturally, there wouldn’t be any feminine supplies stocked in his bathroom.

With no other choice, she mustered her courage and opened the door just a crack.

As soon as she did, everyone outside fell silent, their eyes glued to the door in anticipation. When they saw her peering through the narrow opening, confusion washed over their faces.

Hera’s head peeked out, her face adorably flushed with embarrassment as she nervously bit her lip, wanting to say something but unsure where to begin.

Her gaze swept over the crowd until it landed on Dave, her eyes reflecting a silent plea for understanding.

“Hm, Dave?” Hera said, her voice tinged with anxiety.

She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment before continuing, “Could you please ask your maid if I can borrow some feminine products?”

Hera believed that once Dave mentioned her request to the maids, they would understand what she needed without her having to directly ask the men for feminine products.

All they needed to do was relay the message, which felt like a much less embarrassing option.

“Ah!” Dave exclaimed, startled for a moment before he averted his gaze and looked to the side.

“The maids have already gone back to the old mansion, and the older ones won’t be arriving until tomorrow morning.”

He let out an awkward laugh, realizing that he had hastily sent the younger maid away without considering that Hera might need something essential that wasn’t stocked in his bathroom.

After hearing Dave’s words, Hera’s face shifted from pale to red. She realized her options were dwindling, and she would have to ask someone for feminine products.

However, she hesitated, recalling a past experience that left her uneasy. Once, she had asked Alexi to buy her a feminine product when she unexpectedly got her period on campus.

In a moment of solidarity, she had given her last napkin to a female student in the women’s washroom who was panicking over bloodstains on her pants and had no supplies of her own.

Hera had believed in the woman’s code of helping each other out during such times, but because she helped, she was left with nothing to use.

Little did she know that she would get her period that very day, especially after giving away her last spare napkin.

Normally, Hera carried an extra in her bag just in case, given her irregular cycle that often arrived unannounced.