But Rin was like "What?? But why—"
He stood there with clear reluctance written all over his face, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
His gray t-shirt clung lightly to his still-warm, muscular chest, the fabric slightly damp from the recent shower, while his loose black sweatpants hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp lines of his waist.
He didn't want to sit in the middle.
The idea of being sandwiched between Akane and Hanako right after the long, intense maintenance session felt far too awkward. He could still feel the faint stickiness of cum and squirt on his skin even after washing, and the memory of the girls' moans and wet sounds lingered in his mind.
He scratched the back of his damp blue hair, glancing longingly toward the hallway leading to his room, wishing he could slip away and enjoy the quiet afternoon he had planned —
maybe playing games with Dracula or simply relaxing without any drama.
