C75 Empress Mai Shiranui
After the tumultuous tide had finally calmed,
Sachiko sat on the tatami, her black stockings damp and clinging.
The stockings, soaked through, bore the question - were they drenched in fruit nectar or marked by Mori's lingering saliva?
Perched at the head, Sachiko strove to exude an air of dominance.
Regrettably, the persistent flush on her cheeks betrayed her, rendering her efforts futile