Reina smirked, her violet eyes glinting with faint amusement as she leaned against the pool's edge, her long black hair clinging to her pale, sweat-slicked skin.
"You were the one riding Aika's face like a possessed animal," she teased, her thigh-high socks discarded, her breasts rising with each breath.
"Possessed by love," Miki sang, sliding over to Kota and curling against his side, her wet hair clinging to his arm, her warm, naked body pressing close.
"Love and trauma." Her tone was light, but her touch was intimate, her exhibitionism tempered by genuine affection.
Aika slid in on his other side, draping one arm behind his neck, her bare breasts brushing his shoulder, her nipples hard in the warm air.
Without her glasses, her face looked younger, softer, her long brown hair loose and cascading over her shoulders.
But her eyes remained sharp, knowing, carrying the weight of their shared trials.
