Akira watched Mia swiftly gather her clothes and the tattered remnants of her underwear. The intensity of their public encounter had completely purged the aggressive jealousy from her.
She was still flushed, and her movements were stiff from their just-concluded activity. Her eyes were tracking him constantly, but now they held a soft, hungry devotion instead of rage.
"Let's... let's change, Akira-kun," her voice still sounded rough from screaming. "We can still get a quick workout in."
Akira nodded.
She disappeared into the girls' changing room, and Akira let out a long breath. He felt a strong pressure inside him, like a buzzing energy that came from the climax and the transfer of Essence.
