Part 4

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 10:31:00 +0000

The damp, heavy air of the basement is thick with the scent of sex and the raw, heavy weight of their transformed bodies. Taro lies completely motionless over Ayano's chest, his breathing a slow, ragged rattle as he floats in a state of pure, exhausted delirium. His muscles are entirely spent, twitching weakly against her skin.