Aftermath

Lia shifted first, her breath still uneven as she reached back with a slow, tired motion.

She gripped the dildo, easing it out of herself with a low, pleasured groan that made my skin prickle.

The sound was raw, unrestrained, and I felt the tug as she adjusted it, still lodged in me.

She gave it a little twist—matching the flinch that shot through my body—before sliding it out gently, the slick pull leaving me empty and aching in its wake.

My hips twitched, a faint shudder running through me as the pressure released, and I collapsed fully onto the bed, my bound limbs trembling.

She didn't waste time.

The cuffs clicked open—one by one, wrists then ankles—and I felt the rush of freedom, though my body was too spent to move.

Lia smirked down at me, her hand landing on my bare ass with a sharp slap.

I yelped, the sting jolting me upright, my skin tingling where she'd struck.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," she teased, watching my flinch with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

She reached over, tugging the gag free from my mouth.

"Mwah!" I gasped, a string of saliva trailing from my lips to the rubber ball as it fell away.

My jaw ached, my thighs burned from the relentless strain, and I slumped back, panting, my chest heaving under the damp nightgown.

Sleep and tiredness tugged at me, heavy and tempting, but Lia's voice cut through the haze.

"Come on, let's take a shower and head to the academy together."

Her tone was casual, like we hadn't just—what the hell had we just done?

I glared at her, my eyes narrowing, but my body betrayed me, dragging itself upright.

I followed her, too tired to argue, too muddled to resist.

She led me to a bathroom just off the room—small, tiled in white, with a glass shower stall in the corner.

Lia stripped off her sports bra in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, and I couldn't help but stare.

Her naked figure was all lean muscle and soft curves, sweat still glistening on her skin, her breasts firm and tipped with pink nipples that stood out against her tan.

Back when I was Kevin—just Kevin—a sight like this would've had me hard in an instant.

Now?

I didn't know what was happening down there, but the heat pooling between my thighs was unmistakable.

I was horny—stupidly, undeniably horny—and it pissed me off how much I couldn't control it.

Lia caught me looking, her smirk widening as she twisted her blonde hair into a messy bun.

"Oh, you're still getting wet," she taunted, stepping closer without a shred of hesitation.

Her hand darted down, fingers brushing my slick pussy, and I flinched, a sharp jolt of pleasure cutting through my exhaustion.

"Just how horny are you?"

I should've shoved her away.

Should've said something snarky.

But it felt good—too good—and I let her touch me, her fingertips teasing the sensitive folds as my breath hitched.

Then, almost on instinct, my own hand moved, tentative at first, sliding toward her.

My fingers found her pussy—warm, wet, still pulsing from earlier—and I pushed in, mimicking what she'd done to me.

One finger, then two, curling inside her as she gasped.

"Whoa, you're getting bold," Lia said, her voice catching, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she leaned in, her lips crashing against mine in a messy, hungry kiss.

Her tongue swept into my mouth, and I kissed her back, our hands working in tandem—my fingers thrusting into her, hers into me.

The rhythm was sloppy, desperate, a tangle of heat and need.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, then lower, until I found her nipple.

I sucked, hard, tasting the salt of her skin, and she let out a soft, startled moan, her free hand gripping my hair.

My tongue flicked over the stiff peak, circling it as my fingers pumped faster, deeper, feeling her tighten around me.

She was loud now—gasps turning into whimpers—and I kept going, licking and sucking her nipple while my hand drove her higher.

"Fuck—Kaori—" she panted, her hips bucking against my fingers, and then she came, a shuddering, wet release that coated my hand as she moaned without restraint.

Her body sagged against me, her breath hot against my shoulder, and I pulled back, dazed, my own arousal still simmering but sated by the power of making her unravel.

She straightened, grinning despite her flush.

"Not bad, princess," she said, her voice rough.

"Now let's clean up—for real this time."