Chapter 14: Picking Up The Pieces Part 2

Far above the planet of Bog’Ko’Lif, the heavy battleship remained in orbit.

Over a day had passed ... the scars of damage were prevalent throughout the Gular’shel.

Scott stood in the centripetal rotating ring overlooking the damage. In front of him was a large dead end. When the warship lost a chunk of the ring during the battle, the sealable bulkhead doors closed, preventing a loss of atmosphere.

He was reminded of how violent that battle was. This was only caused by a couple of railgun strikes, enough to rip the hull open like a tin can.

When the man put his hand on the door, he could feel the gentle hum of the ship. His mostly fixed augmented hand could note the sensations. Behind that door was the vacuum of space. The bio-organic alloy was already busy regenerating itself. Like a living organism, the Gular’shel could essentially repair some of its damage if left unattended.

Scott took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A part of him hated his past decision to leave the UHN. The wound was ever present, but as he stepped back and looked at the wall, he knew this wasn’t the end.

A gentle smile appeared on his face. He felt a sense of accomplishment. He was alive, and he was well aware of it.

As he turned around, he noticed Veleshar standing behind him. The man had no idea how long she had been there.

“Hi,” he greeted her.

The same innocent smile appeared on the Greater Adjunct’s face. She walked up and put her hand on the bulkhead door.

“You do the same thing that I do,” Veleshar remarked.

“What?” Scott asked.

“We call it ‘Iolada,’ ... bonding with our ship. We, Itreans, care for it ... treat it like a brother or sister. It’s more spiritual than anything else ... we feel what it feels.”

“I can almost see why, seeing that it’s almost alive.”

“It was more than that for me. Come...”

She extended her hand to him, and he walked up to take it. With their hands held together, they walked over to the nearby sealed door, the familiar quarters that were still intact after the long fight not far from the blasted portion of the ring.

Veleshar approached her panel. With a tap of her hand, the door slid open.

“How are you?” Scott asked her as they both walked inside their quarters.

“Tired,” she remarked, seeing a flashing signal on her small corner desk. “Oh ... another call.”

The door closed when Veleshar approached her desk. She looked at it briefly before tapping a button to accept the call.

The image that appeared was none other than Captain Darin. He was in his quarters, in his same respected civilian attire. The cowboy lightly nodded his head.

“Adjunct Veleshar, Petty Officer Scott, good to see you two in one piece,” Darin greeted them.

“Captain...” Scott greeted him. “Errr ... Darin ... you made it out.”

“I told you,” the Texan gave a half-hearted smile. “The Rampage got us through.”

“How did you escape? You had hundreds of warships closing in on you.”

“I can say the same thing for you and Veleshar. I fled at full burn with my camera, watching you guys have all the fun at Renlar’s ring. It was a pretty close call ... had to use my decoys and run silent, but the Aksren gave up an hour later.”

“Did you suffer any casualties?” Veleshar asked him.

“No, but we did take a missile hit from a patrolling Aksren-cloaked ship that zeroed in on our escape vector. We kept running for a good half day before we finally slowed down and initiated our jump back to the unknown regions. How about you?”

“We lost seven people in the attack. We lost one cloaked battleship, but the rest escaped as you did.”

“You Itreans are made of strong shit, I reckon, but I never seen a more beautiful sight of Renlar’s ring up and ablaze.”

“Your railgun rounds struck perfectly,” Veleshar remarked.

“Just wished I had a better chance to see if my other shells hit. The camera feed wasn’t good enough to show all of it.”

“The Aksren would have destroyed the nuclear shells you fired, but the high-explosive shells ... Hmmm ... they might not have detected them. Their sensors are more met to detect current weapons, but with the battle in full swing, they might not have paid as close enough attention to them.”

“20th Century technology can get you far. 16-inch shells of raw freedom. I like to think I put some nice dents in their roofs.”

“Maybe,” Veleshar gave him a brief smile. “Darin, I wanted to express my thanks to you for helping out with this.”

“Not at all. Had a chance to show the Aksren that Earth could come to their doorsteps and put some warheads on foreheads. I’m making sure to broadcast the recording of this attack all throughout Earth and the UWA ... maybe convince the UHN to finally get off their damn asses and blow some shit up.”

“The same will happen here.” Veleshar put her hand on Scott’s shoulders. “Everything that happened yesterday will be broadcasted throughout the T’rintar clan.”

“But...,” Darin leaned forward. “Let’s cut to the chase. You know kissing your ass does come with a price. Where’s my payment?”

“Damn,” Scott gave a chuckle.

Veleshar seemed amused and clicked a button on her desk. “I have submitted the locations of three Shal’rein outposts to you. Two of them, Folta’Trak 5 and Wopj’Ha 3, are backdoor links to the Shal’rein networks. If you can capture it briefly...”

“I can submit some nice snapshots of the attack on Renlar,” Darin jumped in. “Also the first time ever considered raiding an enemy outpost to pump in terabytes of some of that ‘smut propaganda’ to the Shal’rein along the way. I imagine that would look great on their news feeds when they learn the truth about humans and Itreans. It would be an ... interesting victory for the Blue Buccaneers ... maybe turn more of the Shal’rein towards our side.”

“Ha,” Scott chuckled.

The man was amazed that Darin was considering it. Seeing the potential of a victory like that put a smile on his face.

“Just be careful,” Veleshar explained. “I passed along the information of the defenses. Folta’Trak 5 might not carry much to defend itself, but it still carries a few warships there to protect it. I never personally met Adjunct Ben’trika, but she’s an old traditionalist in combat. Maybe suitable for your ship to take on.”

“In that case, I look forward to the future launch of the Theseus. Going to need all the extra firepower that can be mustered.”

“You got another warship coming?” Scott asked.

“The former Bismark, a European Union Battleship that was never completed ... at least not until another few more months. The Chinese are supposedly promising something else, too, assuming it isn’t some piece of crap. They’ll be joining the Blue Buccaneers as we start building the EDF.”

“You’re actually trying to build an Earth Defense Force?”

“What can I say?” Darin shrugged. “Earth must stand up. Speaking of which, Scott, are you tired of being on that busted-up submarine you call a battleship? I could use someone of your caliber on the Rampage.”

“Well...” Scott tried to say, but he could feel Veleshar’s hand press against his shoulder. “Let’s just say...”

“Let’s just say that Scott’s place is with me,” the Greater Adjunct told him.

“Very well,” Darin lightly tipped his cowboy hat. “Scott, Veleshar, Godspeed...”

“As to you.”

The communication line was dropped. Darin called and got what he wanted. He wasn’t going to prolong the conversation any longer than necessary.

Veleshar closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Scott had seen that face many times, but it became far more pronounced this time.

“You look like you’ve been vindicated,” Scott told her.

“Scott,” she replied. “You don’t know how much I feel free.”

“Something you’ve wanted to do for so long.”

She guided him to the bed. “It’s ... as you said. It’s like I’m in a dream. I’ve made a name for myself ... the same as you. The damage we inflicted on Renlar might not have been as much as I had hoped, but our message was delivered. This ship ... this crew ... you ... If I die tomorrow, then I’ve accomplished my biggest goal in life.”

“I’m still left in confusion after the fight. We had Aksren elite warships catch up to us ... attack and board us.”

“I’ve been thinking about that myself,” Veleshar pulled out a small chip from her left pocket before looking at it.

“What’s that?”

“Something that was found in the Royal Guard soldier that was going to kill me. When she died, her armored hand opened up and ejected a data chip. It’s ... a ... uh...”

She sighed before putting the chip back into her pocket.

“What?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s ... a message.”

“A message?”

“Yes,” Veleshar showed a hint of apprehension. “The reason why those guard ships were able to catch up to us was because they were already moving at a fast speed ... almost as if they knew that a ship would attack in the fashion we just did.”

“They anticipated your maneuver?”

Veleshar nodded. “Our someone...”

That was an unsettling thought, but Veleshar seemed more interested in dropping some of that topic. Scott had no idea whether she had ever looked at the chip’s contents or not. Perhaps it was best not to find out. She sat down on the bed, taking the man to sit down beside her.

Upon her butt touching the mattress, she leaned her body close to the man. Her arm wrapped around his, with most of her weight pressed to his. Her warmth could be felt, causing the man to relax.

“Thank you for being at the memorial services,” she told him.

“Sure...,” Scott remarked. “I didn’t know how the Itreans performed their services till today.”

“Depends. Some Itreans ask for three days to celebrate and remember the dead.”

“I’m sorry that you lost some crew members.”

“Casualties of war ... I just hope that one day, I’ll never have to say that again. But it could have been so much worse. Scott, thank you for everything you’ve done for me and my ship.”

The man paused for a moment. “There were times my life kept flashing before my eyes. Let’s just ... no battles for a while. Just because I’m an engineer and fix the weapons systems doesn’t mean we keep throwing the ship into a fight.”

“I was really scared, too,” she told him.

“You didn’t really show it too much.”

She paused for a little bit. “You know the difference between a strategist and a tactician?”

“Not really.”

“Strategist prepares ... tacticians adjust. Some call me a master strategist, but that was just what ... what Gular’shel tried to declare me to the others ... help bolster my name. Gular’shel was a true master ... able to adapt to changing environments. He was smart. I tried to follow him as much as possible, but I liked to prepare things.”

“You’ve seemed to do well ... we survived because you set up a good plan.”

“Because I had that battle planned for years. Any strategist’s plan of operation can fall short if they don’t adapt to the battle. The fact was ... if it weren’t for your idea to call upon Darin ... find help ... your ideas of the decoys ... I would have simply watched my ship be destroyed right in front of me. And even with all that ... I could have been dead ... killed without ever seeing my assassin. Scott, I owe you my life.”

The man felt Veleshar gently press her snout to his cheek. It was the closest that ever came to a kiss from her. He held onto her hand and felt more of her weight press upon him.

“Honestly,” Scott said as he relaxed more and more. “I’m just not in the mood to fix all the damage on the ship...,” he sighed. “I don’t even know where to get started.”

“Hmmm ... well,” she explained. “You might not have that much to worry about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I spoke with Siera’lara. She seemed pretty impressed with the entire battle. We damaged about 1.5% of Renlar’s ring on the Western Hemisphere.”

“That’s it?”

“Including several ships as well, but 1% is still a lot of work for the Aksren to repair. Siera’lara really didn’t think we would make it, but she promised to have the Gular’shel fixed.”

“You mean? She’s flippin the bill?”

“Flipping? Yes, she has an entire repair crew set up. In two days, us and the crew will have three weeks to ourselves.”

“Really?” Scott seemed pleased. “So ... umm ... what happens with us?”

“Three weeks to ourselves.”

“Where?”

“Hmmm ... I was thinking maybe Getrea, or the ocean world of Jasia’Ionda, or perhaps the world you call Earth...”

“Earth?” Scott gawked. “It’s a wasteland.”

“I heard they had a couple of places cleaned up ... long beaches ... pristine. Still haven’t really spoken with Yui’to about this.”

“Ehh ... Getrea or Josie-something sounds fine.”

“What about your career in the UHN?”

“I submitted my request to leave the service ... I’ll be in your hands ... or mine.”

Veleshar tightened her grip on his hand. “I can do more than that. I can put in a field commission for you in the T’rintar clan. How does Centurion Scott sound to you?”

Scott paused for a little bit. “I ... never really considered that.”

“Of course, you’ll always be here with me. Just look at it as another way to get a ... how you humans say ... getting a paycheck?”

“Ummm ... would I be wearing green spandex, like you guys?”

Veleshar pulled on her uniform a little bit. “T’rintar males in the past used to wear green ‘Lados.’ They’re ... mostly like these. You, humans, might refer to them as being ... kimono-like, but still stretchy.”

“In other words, spandex ... fine ... from blue and red to green.”

“You’re judging too early,” she told him. “You haven’t seen them yet. I think you would look great in them. Besides, we both get money and save for our retirement together.”

“I would imagine you get paid way more than me.”

“True, but a good savings can get you many things. It can lead to many rewards for us, if not for us but for our children. I know Yui’to would appreciate it. Speaking of which...”

Scott watched as Veleshar got off of him. She undid a portion of her lower uniform. The man remained curious as to what the Greater Adjunct was doing. She made enough of a pocket for her hand to grab ahold of Scott’s and bring it to her waist.

“Ummm ... what are you doing?” Scott asked.

“I want you to feel...,” she told him. “Go ahead.”

The man, being enticed, moved his fingers. He could feel her warm gray smooth skin. She pushed his hand downward and toward her lower extremities.

“You know,” Scott told her. “It would just be easier to strip naked and do all this.”

“Eager to receive your reward, aren’t we?” she happily told him. “Keep going.”

His fingers slipped down as far as the uniform would allow him. He reached down and felt her panties before slipping past it as well. His fingers eventually reached her vaginal slit.

“Go ahead...,” she told him.

Scott’s fingers began to play with her entrance. The warm, slick walls quickly enveloped them. Veleshar was holding back from making any form of moans.

“Ok...,” she explained. “Now, pull your hand out.”

“Heh...,” Scott questioned her. “Where’s this going?”

“You’ll find out in a few seconds.”

Scott pulled his hand out of her uniform. He noted that a small amount of her fluids glistened on his middle and pointer fingers.

“Now put them in your mouth,” she told him.

“Ummm ... ok,” Scott replied.

He did as he was told. He brought his fingers to his mouth. There was no hint of an odor to it. He opened his mouth and applied it to his tongue.

Scott could taste an overflowing flavor. It was pleasant and sweet. How the Itreans had managed to have such a wonderful taste for their bodily fluids was an incredible feat in their long history of evolution.

“Tell me the taste,” she asked.

“It’s ... like strawberries or honey,” he said with some surprise. “This ... is different than yesterday. Did you apply something to yourself?”

She smiled before closing up her uniform. “It’s not what I applied, but what it means.”

“And?”

“And it means that my cycle has begun.”

“Heh ... you, Itreans, have your own way of telling if you can conceive? I thought you told me your cycle doesn’t begin for another good week?”

“I did, and it was the truth. But, ... I knew that this time would come. So, I asked Doctor Kol’Da’Gash to get a shot to bump up my cycle. My reward to you, Scott. I promise my fertility to you.”

Scott felt a sense of anticipation at the idea. Seeing Yui’to pregnant drove his heart rate up. He knew that Veleshar was thinking ahead of time about this. She didn’t want to prolong his feelings any longer.

“Well...,” she said.

“Thank you,” he told her.

“Thank you, Scott ... for being my mate ... for being with me for the rest of our lives.”

“Just ... promise me no flying around any enemy planetary hellholes ... please.”

“I promise,” she said without hesitation. “Besides, we need to make sure our kids have a chance of growing up, right?”

She was about to move her snout close to his face. Scott was about to kiss her when the door to their quarters unlocked.

Scott pulled his head away to look at the sliding door. However, the man seemed surprised at who had entered.

Two individuals came inside. Veleshar smiled as she sat on her bed like some queen on a throne. Her digitigrade legs lay cross-legged, relaxed, and composed. Scott observed that one of them was Yui’to, dressed in her gym clothes. In front of her, practically being pushed in, was Gen’wi, dressed in her green spandex-like uniform. It almost seemed like the Yutilian was being escorted into the room.

Yui’to was a giant compared to the much smaller Gen’wi. However, Gen’wi kept her scaly hands held downward and toward her stomach as Yui’to stepped aside and let her walk toward the center of the room.

Scott looked at the scene with a subtlety of confusion.

“You weren’t at the gym again,” Yui’to told him.

“I was having to help fix the main generator,” Scott complained.

“No excuses...,” Yui’to shook her head at him.

Scott smiled and shook his head. Gen’wi remained with her head, and snout lowered. She did not gaze upon her Adjunct or Scott almost as a hint of submission. The man was wondering why she was there. Yui’to sat down by the bed on the other side with a look of impatience.

“I am here, Greater Adjunct,” Gen’wi told them in English.

“Gen’wi,” Veleshar addressed her with a friendly compassion. “You are a recent transfer to my ship, yes?”

The Yutilian’s feathers lowered down as she did her quick nods. Scott looked over to Veleshar.

“Poor Gen’wi,” Veleshar continued. “You lost your quarters from the recent battle, didn’t you?”

The Yutilian nodded again. Scott was hit with the reality that it was true. The blown portion of the ring was one of the few rooms where she originally slept. Thankfully, she was far from it when it happened.

“Don’t worry,” the Shal’rein captain continued. “You have a new place to sleep in, assuming you can answer my questions truthfully. Now, do you enjoy working on my ship?”

“Yes, Greater Adjunct,” Gen’wi replied somewhat nervously.

“How do you feel about the recent battle?”

“We are vic ... victors ... enemy loses ... I am happy.”

“A very generic answer,” Yui’to remarked.

“Well, how do you feel about it?” Scott asked Yui’to.

“Me? We blew holes in the biggest shipyards that the Aksren clan ever had. I would give half a fin to see the Empress squirm in her fucking tank after what we just did to her precious ring.”

“So ... in other words, Gen’wi,” Veleshar continued. “You’re happy to be alive.”

“Yes,” Gen’wi replied.

“Just as Yui’to is ... just as I am. I’ve had a chance to read a lot about your prior record. You fought in the Gelta Tournament, correct?”

“Yes.”

“The Gelta Tournament...,” Yui’to remarked. “A respectable arena for hand-to-hand combat ... even for a former Yutilian arena.”

“Yes.”

“But,” Veleshar questioned. “You didn’t win enough for your people to keep you there, is that correct?” Veleshar asked.

“Ummm...,” Scott interrupted. “She fought Bransen in one of the fights just recently and lost.”

“Yes, but there is something that she probably hasn’t told us, yet ... something she’s holding back from telling you, Scott. You can call it ‘intuition.’”

“What?”

“Yui’to, you know more about the rules of the tournament. Can a fighter be removed from it?”

“From what I know,” Yui’to answered. “It depends. You would have to be a very poor fighter to be removed.”

“But, her record shows that she has plenty of victories. Gen’wi, do the Shish hold any hatred towards you to remove you from it?”

Scott could see that Gen’wi fidgeted with her clawed fingers. She might have pretended not to understand it, but Scott knew better.

“She asked you a question,” Yui’to demanded.

“It’s ok, Yui’to,” Veleshar interjected. “Let her answer.”

“No,” Gen’wi answered truthfully.

“And they let you go. Did you protest the decision?”

“I don’t understand,” Scott remarked.

“Yeah,” Yui’to seemed to think about it. “The tournament rules state that fighters can’t be completely removed from it by the Ko’pak’s decision or the other council members just by losing.”

“How do you know so much about the Gelta Tournament?”

“I was thinking about going in the tournament after we defected. I learned about the rules but decided not to. But, Gen’wi did have the ability to protest the council’s decision. The Kop’ak would listen to her and allow her to stay.”

“So, why leave?” Scott questioned the Yutilian. “You could have fought the council on this.”

“I was ... ready to leave,” Gen’wi said.

“With your good record?” Veleshar asked. “Gen’wi, you can tell us. I promise that it will be for your benefit. What made you decide to leave the Gelta Tournament?”

“Because...,” she hesitated. “I want change.”

“From the glory of the Gelta Tournament?” Yui’to asked. “No...”

“Because ... I like someone ... one that hurt me.”

Scott gave a confused look. “You liked someone?”

“One that won ... the first male to win.”

She was scooping and cradling her hands. Veleshar turned and smiled at Scott.

“You lost to Bransen,” the man realized. “You liked him ... like, really liked?”

The Yutilian did a few quick nods. Her reptilian eyes looked at him momentarily.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” Veleshar asked her.

“Yes,” Gen’wi answered.

“It was your first human you ever interacted with. He left an impression on you, didn’t he?”

“Yes...”

“You seek mateship with Bransen ... did you tell him?”

“Yes...”

Scott noticed that her feathers lowered briefly. She seemed upset, and the man could immediately tell that it hadn’t gone well.

“He rejected your offer for mateship?” Veleshar asked.

“Yes ... I find he became mated with two Shal’rein.”

“I can see why,” Yui’to said. “Shal’rein are far superior to...”

“Yui’to, shame on you,” Veleshar scolded Yui’to. “She is telling us her story.”

“Ehh...” Yui’to grunted.

“Gen’wi, I’m sorry. I must ask. Do you like Scott?”

Scott noticed that Gen’wi was fidgeting again. She was holding back from saying anything for a moment. Her digitigrade legs momentarily buckled.

“Yes...,” she answered.

“Do you seek mateship with Scott?”

There was a brief pause as her eyes gazed upon him. This was her moment of truth. She could say no and be done with it. But the man felt a hint of empathy to see the story’s reflection unraveling with her. Here was another human male being swept away by two Shal’rein. Could Gen’wi handle that?

“Yes,” she confessed.

Scott remained neutral at first upon hearing all of this. One thing that he could credit her was that she had a way of being forthright if cornered. However, the revelation of hearing her say that was still surprising. He considered it more and felt a sense of happiness hearing her say it.

“Then take your clothes off,” Veleshar told her.

“Uh ... what?” Scott questioned. He looked at Veleshar.

“Greater Adjunct?” Gen’wi asked.

“Maybe you didn’t understand what I said in English,” Veleshar said nicely. “Remove your uniform and get naked.”

The man was dumbfounded. The Greater Adjunct had said it as clear as day. Gen’wi hesitated for a few seconds, but she obliged. She began to reach behind her and undo the straps that held her spandex uniform together.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked Veleshar.

“Get naked, Scott,” Veleshar replied. “Same goes for all of us.”

“Hmmm ... fine,” Yui’to said.

Scott was slightly hesitant. Was it right for Veleshar to do what she pleased with her crew members? She might have been the Captain, but this seemed somewhat extreme.

No ... Veleshar wouldn’t do this unless there was a defining reason for doing so. Scott had to admit that Gen’wi was attractive. Every time he looked at her, he still had flashbacks of Xel’di. Gen’wi had become a good associate.

However, the man’s hand was still holding from taking off his uniform.

“What’s wrong, Scott?” Veleshar asked.

“He’s held back by human culture,” Yui’to remarked. “He values her as an equal.”

“I ... don’t know,” the man told her. “It feels wrong.”

“No, not at all,” Veleshar replied. “Gen’wi, would you like to mate with Scott?”

Gen’wi looked at Scott. She had pulled the lower portion of her uniform downward, exposing her black panties and her midriff. Yui’to followed suit, getting off the bed and taking her clothing off.

“Yes,” Gen’wi said without hesitation.

“There...,” Veleshar confirmed. “Scott, do you wish to deny Gen’wi a chance to be with a male? Do you wish for her to sleep in the overcrowded quarters with the other Itreans? You wouldn’t be that heartless now, would you?”

“I...,” Scott tried to say.

Veleshar reached over and held the man by the shoulder, cradling him close to her. “Think of it this way,” she explained. “I see how you look at her. You find her attractive. Tell her...”

The man looked at her as she lifted up the top of her uniform, pulling it and exposing her black bra. She was skinny, almost to the point that her ribs were barely exposed. Her dainty frame was a clear comparison to the more muscle-bound platform of Yui’to. Scott had to remember that Gen’wi’s Shish background was her strength. She was nimble in the fights, almost enough to defeat Bransen in the tournament.

Gen’wi was stunning to look upon. In her daintiness was elegance and almost a different form of purity. She carried a classic Yutilian yellowish hue skin for her front chest and stomach lining.

“Yes, she is,” Scott said.

“Now,” Veleshar said as she began removing her clothes. “Gen’wi, would you be happy to be mated with Scott?”

“Yes,” Gen’wi replied.

“Would you be interested in carrying his child?”

“Yes,” a serene smile appeared on Gen’wi’s face. She tossed her uniform to the side before she reached behind and popped her bra off, exposing Scott to a set of breasts for him to look upon.

Gen’wi was not a stacked woman in terms of her chest size, but that was also expected. She was naturally shorter and smaller than the typical human woman, and her breast size reflected this. She carried a pair of dark reddish-pink nipples the size of dimes.

Scott’s eyes naturally began to scan her. He hadn’t noticed that Veleshar was busy stripping herself naked. The way that Gen’wi was taking her clothes off was not done in a purposely seductive way. She naturally acted timid, being innocent in her approach. Even her body language was that of seeking assurance. Because of that, the man felt more and more of a lingering desire to be with her.

“Ah, hell,” Scott finally relented. He began to take his uniform off.

Who was he to argue with this? Now, it would be three women in the same bed with him. He already knew about the Yutilian nature. Gen’wi was being coy and acting purposely innocent. From what he knew, it was working very well. With Veleshar and Yui’to, they were more straightforward with their approach. However, Yutilians had the way to press the right buttons when it came to most human men. They were small, usually polite, and made incredible lovers. No doubt there was a profound reason as to why Scott could feel an erection coming into place.

He watched as Gen’wi’s panties fell, exposing the small vaginal slit that resided beneath her legs. She used her foot to lift it to her hand before tossing it next to her uniform. She straightened herself a little bit in a light pose, showing the man she looked up at her nudity.

The man’s mouth was slightly agape when he felt Yui’to’s finger reach to his mouth and close it. It snapped him out of his thoughts when he turned to look up at her.