Chapter 79
You can't always play nice, right?
Vroom!
Nina's slender leg whipped out like a club. I dodged it without much difficulty.
Just like Nina, I had stripped down to nothing but my trousers. Thanks to this, my sharpened senses led me into a new world. I wasn't just watching and dodging attacks; I was feeling them and dodging.
Whoosh!
Nina dashed straight in and launched a flurry of rapid strikes with both fists.
Without putting up a guard, I used upper-body movement to slip past all her punches. Over the back of her retracting fist, I could see her eyes widen.
After widening the distance slightly, Nina gathered both fists in front of her face.
Hoo, hah. Hoo, hah.
Making the unique breathing sound of a martial arts fighter, she surveyed me. Even to an amateur in martial arts like me, I could feel an organized fighting spirit. However, I couldn't observe her posture for long.
Broad, typically Western shoulders extending from a pale neck.
A nicely rounded chest and the pink nipples swaying at the tips.
Below that lay a set of chocolate-like abs.
This was because my eyes were wandering on their own, admiring her artistic physique.
Perhaps the reason she threw her top off wasn't as a sign of appreciation. It might have been a wicked distraction tactic designed to overcome our physical differences.
In reality, it was working incredibly well. With that beautiful body glistening with sweat, I was on the verge of getting an erection right in the middle of our sparring.
"You dodge well."
"My condition is top-notch."
Nina nodded, wearing an expression that said, 'Condition is what matters.'
"You've never learned martial arts, have you?"
"Never. Short taekwondo lessons before enlisting is all I've got."
As expected, you can't fool a pro's eye.
If I were given a dagger or a pistol, I could strike an excellent pose. But with my bare hands, everything felt awkward.
Huff. Huff.
Bouncing on her feet for a moment to steady her breathing, she resumed her attack.
When I sidestepped her long-reaching punch, she stepped in closer and threw an uppercut.
As I tilted my head back to avoid it, I could see pink nubs beneath her ascending elbow. In that instant, a thought flashed through my mind.
-Vroom!!!
I connected my neural network to the implant and activated acceleration. The world slowed down, and Nina's blue eyes were right in front of me.
Realizing her surprise uppercut had missed, her blue eyes slowly tracked downward.
But my body dropped faster than her eyes could follow. To her, it probably looked like I vanished in an instant.
And finally, her breasts, which had been hidden beneath her elbow, were revealed. It was the only part of her solidly muscled body made entirely of fat.
Jiggle.
Under the effects of acceleration, Nina's breasts looked different than they did in the normal world.
Have you ever seen a super-slow-motion video of jelly bouncing? Just think about how much wobble and distortion occur in that single moment when it hits the ground and springs back up!
That exact phenomenon was being reproduced by Nina's breasts as she threw her uppercut.
Just like throwing a stone into a lake, ripples formed on her voluptuous chest. Her violent movement generated a shockwave, which traveled across her body and was released into the only soft, malleable part: her breasts.
Her chest trembled continuously to shake off the shockwave! At the end of that journey sat her pink nipples.
Right now, Nina's nipples resembled a fishing float resting on the water's surface during a storm. No matter how violently the surface heaved, the float merely nodded its proudly held head.
Is that why they're called "jji-jji" (nipples), because there are two floats?
I took in that treasure-like sight until the very last moment.
"Huh?"
As I deactivated the acceleration, I heard Nina's flustered breathing. She soon realized I was down below.
A knee strike, the same one that had knocked down the Chinese woman in one hit, flew toward me. As I quickly got up, I grabbed her knee and diverted its path to the side.
Losing her balance, Nina planted her right hand on the ground to get up. Using that momentum, she attempted a left-footed roundhouse kick.
-Vroom!!!
The world slowed down again. Just before the roundhouse kick, the straight line of her spine caught my eye. The sequential movement of the muscles taking the load during the kick became visible.
Nina's back muscles, contracted to their limits to put weight into the kick, looked exactly like the face of a demon.
The next place where the force concentrated was her incredibly tight buttocks. Judging as a former veteran soldier, with that thickness and elasticity, she could likely stop a .22 LR round.
The texture of her thighs, woven like ropes, reminded me of steel wire. I couldn't leave out her toned calves, which felt like they'd be amazing if massaged with a beer bottle.
The grand finale was her foot—the destination of the roundhouse kick. The heel of her foot entered my field of view.
Since we were both sparring barefoot in the room, Nina's foot was covered in dust.
A large, black volcano of dust rose from her heel. A line of black dust also stretched along the outer arch of her sole like the Taebaek Mountains. At the ends were her cute toes, where tiny floating islands of dust hovered.
As I watched her foot graze 1 cm in front of my nose, I slowly tilted my head forward toward the only dust-free spot: the inner part of her sole.
Smack!
After kissing that pale skin, I pulled back.
-Vroom!!!
When the acceleration ended, the world returned to its normal speed.
"...?"
Nina, having finished her kick, wore a puzzled expression.
"I felt it."
"No. It missed."
When I smiled and said this, her eyes narrowed. Even with the difference between a man and a woman, for someone who used to be a professional athlete, not landing a single blow on an amateur was a blow to her pride.
However, none of her subsequent attacks hit the mark either.
Whoosh!
The low kick that had constantly pressured the Chinese woman was blocked by the sole of my foot before it even reached the halfway point.
Thwack!
A crisp sound rang out as Nina's instep met the sole of my foot.
"Ah!"
Startled by the unbelievable technique, she gasped.
Using that brief opening, I rushed forward. Unaccustomed to a counterattack when she was used to only being on the defensive, she instinctively stepped backward.
But unfortunately, there was a table and a ceramic vase behind Nina.
Crash!
Her large buttocks hit the table, causing it to fall and the vase to drop and shatter. Stunned, Nina looked at the expensive-looking piece of pottery in shock.
"Oh, I'm sor—"
"This is no time to be distracted! Focus only on the fight."
The surprised expression at the broken vase instantly transformed into shock as she saw me standing right in front of her face.
I grabbed her torso tightly and slammed her to the ground.
Thud!
In the midst of it, Nina used a breakfall (ukemi) to minimize the impact, but it transitioned into the ground game. Although she tried to escape, she couldn't break free from someone who surpassed her in weight, stamina, and physical strength.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Unable to hit her hard, I gently tapped her forehead with my elbow.
"Ugh!"
It seemed to touch her pride. Nina twisted her body with all her might, but it only lifted me, pinning her down, for a fleeting moment.
The escape failed. However, her posture changed in the process.
With Nina pinned beneath me, my crotch was positioned near her face, and her deep, vertical belly button was right before my eyes.
Watching her belly button wiggle every time she struggled to get out was truly adorable. But maintaining this position felt too embarrassing.
"...”
"...”
I released my grip and moved away from her.
"Round one is over. Shall we take a short break?"
Nina sprang to her feet and shook her head.
"Let's keep going."
Her whole body was flushed, and her face was blazing.
It wasn't because she was angry or embarrassed; blood had rushed to her head during the intense ground fight.
"It feels really good, like being warmed by a fire. Let's continue before we cool off."
Though she looked somewhat exhausted, she gave her signature smirk.
For a while, we continued exchanging attacks and defenses while maintaining our distance. Her punches still couldn't reach me.
Relying entirely on my reflexes, I shook my head and leaned my upper body to avoid her strikes brilliantly, just like a professional boxer.
"Hoo... hah."
As Nina's physical limit approached, her breathing grew rapid and sweat poured from her face like rain.
But she didn't stop her punches. Even though they were all missing, a smile painted her lips.
Thwack!
Several low kicks were thrown, but each time, I raised my foot half a beat faster to block them.
Thwack!
The sound of her instep and my sole harmonizing echoed through the quiet room.
Deciding to make her move, Nina threw a few probing attacks before attempting a surprise high kick.
-Vroom!!!
I caught her slowed ankle and threw it aside. The determined look on her face slowly gave way to surprise.
Her leg, extended to its limit, and her airborne body falling backward appeared in slow motion.
In the accelerated world, I followed Nina. As I stayed a step ahead in the slowed world, invisible water pressure weighed heavily upon me.
When I finally caught up to her, I canceled the acceleration. I wrapped my arms around her back and mirrored the final move of a tango.
"Haa... haa..."
Her face was filled with fatigue, satisfaction, and sweat.
"You look tired. Shall we stop?"
Hearing my words, Nina slowly tilted her head back and lightly parted her lips. It was too quiet to hear.
"What did you say?"
Nina responded with a smile.
However, because her head was tilted back, I couldn't see her face, only her curled lips.
Those lips moved again.
"What if I hit you just once?"
In that instant, her face launched forward as if she had sprung. It was a surprise headbutt!
-Vroom!!!
Regardless of my will, the emergency acceleration protocol was activated. I dodged her headbutt—which was flying toward me with a smiling expression—by a hair's breadth, and the acceleration ended.
Because I had been supporting her in an awkward posture, we tumbled to the ground together as a single mass.
Nina gained the upper position. In an instant, she wrapped her legs around my arm and attempted an armbar.
"Ugh!"
Pain flared briefly but didn't last long. As soon as I applied real force, her posture broke. In the first place, the physical difference was too vast, and she was already exhausted.
Having succeeded in my escape, I executed the special move I had honed throughout my military service.
I don't know much about martial arts, but I am quite good at the guillotine choke. I spent my entire time in the service using it on senior enlisted personnel who got caught slacking off, ranging from lieutenants to lieutenant colonels-to-be!
Because of this, I boast a proficiency that doesn't lose to any professional wrestler.
While lying on the floor, I tucked Nina's head under my left arm and wrapped both legs tightly around her pelvis.
Tremble.
Applying force, I choked her carotid artery.
"Hnnnnngh!"
Kneeling on the ground, Nina struggled desperately to break free, but failed. It is impossible to overcome a man's physical strength during a submission hold.
"I think we've had a satisfying match. What do you say we call it quits?"
But Nina refused.
"Waaaaah!"
She thrashed about, crying out like a wild beast with all her might, and each time, the scent of her sweat washed over me.
A little later, she suddenly went limp.
"I'll stop."
I released the choke, and Nina tried to lift her head up with difficulty before collapsing onto my chest.
"Haa... haa..."
Her hot breath tickled my chest.
"Hey?"
"I'm just exhausted."
It was understandable, given she had just fought three rounds against a heavyweight opponent and sparred with me before the heat even cooled down, followed by a submission wrestling match.
But being in this position put me in a difficult spot. With Nina's warm body pressed close, her breath and the scent of her sweat washing over me, a reaction arose in my lower body.
"Move over a bit now."
Nina didn't answer.
"Nina?"
Her eyes were fixed downward. There, my fully erect manhood was asserting its presence.
Nina's unusually long brown eyelashes fluttered. When I reached out, held her cheek, and guided her gaze upward, her burning eyes met mine.
I had only intended to direct her gaze away from my lower body, but it led to a different result.
"...”
"...”
A brief moment of eye contact.
"Hup!"
"Hup!"
Without knowing who started first, we lunged forward and kissed fiercely.
For me, too, my body was burning up from the unfamiliar use of the acceleration, the beautiful female body I had admired during the fight, and the final submission sequence.
When two hot bodies clung to each other, the heat made it feel like I was losing my mind.
While kissing intensely, I picked Nina up.
My hands sank into her firm buttocks, and the sensation was absolutely ecstatic. This rugged elasticity was a different experience from the soft artificial skin of an android.
Squeeze.
Nina's toned calves and thighs wrapped around my lower half like an anaconda. She squeezed with a force that threatened to break my waist and hips, and her hands roamed wildly over my body.
Fired up by the sparring, we both became slick with sweat in an instant. I threw her onto the nearby bed as if she were being thrown down.
Nina stared at me with intense eyes. I roughly pulled off her shorts and stripped away her panties.
Her wet, steaming pussy was exposed before my eyes. Accepting my touch, she grabbed her own ankles and spread them wide.
Given her demeanor before the fight and even now, she was surprisingly submissive compared to her usual tough and rough speech.
I took my fully erect cock and guided it toward her slit. Enjoying the pleasant sensation of membrane clinging to membrane, I pushed straight in.
"Ah!"
The moment I penetrated her interior, I felt a sensation as if I had pierced something with the tip of my member.
The moan Nina let out held pain, not excitement or pleasure—along with a hint of fear. It was the last remaining vulnerability in Nina, a mature woman and a strong warrior.
The girlish tone didn't fit her usual combative and rough persona. Startled, I stopped moving for an instant.
"Are you, by any chance..."
Looking down, a stream of blood from her slit was staining the bedsheets.
"Why? Is it weird?"
Nina asked, wincing in pain.
"I saw your record. How you ended up in prison."
"Ah, I see."
She smiled knowingly.
Getting into a fight over a host, getting slapped, and then flying into a blind rage and over-responding, which landed her in cuffs.
It makes sense why anyone would raise an eyebrow at the fact that she had no prior experience with men.
"I quit my fighting career and went there on a whim. An acquaintance told me it would relieve stress, or something like that? But ugh... it was just greasy and unappealing. I'd rather have grilled a bunch of meat with that money."
Nina said, as if a bad memory had surfaced.
"When I first went, some guy who looked like a gigolo clung to me, and the second time, the accident happened. I can tolerate being insulted, but I can never tolerate being hit."
I stroked Nina's head without a word. She burrowed into my chest like a pet.
We held each other for a moment. The room was cool, but we warmed each other with our body heat.
My erection had softened slightly, and I carefully guided it back into Nina.
"Ugh."
Though Nina winced slightly, because it was a softened erection, she took it without any problem.
"Is it all the way in?"
"The ship has docked, but the passenger hasn't fully boarded yet."
She scoffed at my remark.
"What is that metaphor?"
I covered her mouth with my lips.
Nina wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. As we shared a deep kiss, I could feel it starting up again.
"Mmph!"
Her eyes, which were in the middle of a kiss, widened.
When I broke the kiss and stroked her head, Nina looked up at me with trembling eyes. I waited until my manhood completely filled her inside.
After that, I kissed every part of her face: forehead, cheeks, lips, nose, chin, and ears.
She accepted it all, continuously stroking my back. She rubbed her legs and soles, which were pressed against my lower body, trying to press even closer.
Smack.
The sight was so lovely that I kissed her lips once more.
A while later.
Nina was staring at her own slit that had swallowed the entirety of my fully enlarged manhood. She looked at it in disbelief.
"I think it's okay now."
She whispered in my ear.
Pinned beneath me, Nina enjoyed the feeling of being weighed down by a man's weight. Every time my manhood moved in and out of her, she let out hot moans.
Along with the movement of my hips, her soiled feet swayed in the air.
I activated the acceleration.
-Vroom!!!
The world slowed down.
A puddle of sweat had gathered in the hollow of Nina's collarbone. With my movement, it sloshed and scattered tiny drops of sweat in all directions.
The same went for the sweat on her hair, forehead, cheeks, arms, and chest. The fine droplets of sweat, which usually went unnoticed, were clearly visible in the world of acceleration.
Thousands of sweat droplets broke away from Nina's body. Tiny as spray-painted pixels, they sparkled like diamonds under the ceiling light.
Countless light-catching gems danced between her and me. It was a fantastic sight. The more violent my hip movements grew, the more radiant the light became.
I wanted to watch it longer, but I soon canceled the acceleration and controlled my movements. The expression on Nina's face had shown pain from my unsparing, intense piston strokes.
"Are you okay?"
I stroked Nina's flushed cheeks.
"Yes."
She smiled with a mix of shyness and joy. Nina's hand overlapped with the one caressing her cheek.
Afterward, we enjoyed a leisurely session of sex. Moving slowly, observing her reactions, locking eyes, and sometimes pausing for a moment to share a kiss.
While sharing heat and pleasure, I felt my limit approaching.
"Just come inside. I'm safe today."
Nina whispered in my ear.
"I'd come inside even if you weren't safe."
"...!"
Surprised, Nina let me kiss her cheek.
"What's there to worry about? Raising a child here isn't a problem at all."
She silently wrapped her legs around my waist. As we continued to experience pleasure with our burning eyes locked together, a wave of pleasure surged from my spine through my prostate.
The moment when my anus contracted, my testicles pulled upward, and my urethra forcefully pumped out semen.
-Vroom!!!
I activated the acceleration. The pleasure of a new world enveloped me.
It is said that a woman's pleasure in a sexual act rises gradually and subsides gradually. Its duration cannot be compared to that of a man. They can even feel peaks consecutively, which is called a multi-orgasm.
Is this the sensation I am feeling right now?
Haaaaaah.
I gasped involuntarily. My semen rose, repeatedly surging as I ejaculated. This simple cycle changed under acceleration.
The usual surging of ejaculation, which felt like the pleasure of an armor-piercing shell, transformed into the pleasure of a cluster bomb.
I could feel dozens of fragments of pleasure contained in a single surge. It was because the tiny pleasures that flashed and disappeared in an instant lasted much longer during acceleration.
My expression contorted.
The peak of pleasure would not end.
Is this what it feels like to step onto the event horizon in the moment of climax?
Sliiiiding...
Into the pleasure...
Down, down...
It felt like falling infinitely.
Collapsing in front of Nina and holding her close, I could feel her exerting pressure with the arms wrapped around my back.
Caught in a storm of overpowering pleasure, I couldn't even think to continue the piston strokes. I simply shivered and discharged inside Nina's embrace.
When the acceleration ended, a massive sense of lethargy washed over me.
"Haa! Haa!"
This... the momentary pleasure is enormous, but it doesn't seem like something to be used carelessly.
If I get used to the pleasure under acceleration, all other sexual sensations—except for the act of ejaculation—would definitely feel dull.
While stroking the cheek of Nina, who was looking up at me with a smile, I extended my thumb and traced her lips.
Smack.
At that, she half-bit my thumb and licked it with her hot tongue. This, too, provided its own sensual pleasure.
If I got used to accelerated orgasms, even these small exchanges would feel trivial. I would end up being obsessed solely with the pleasure of release.
I resolved not to use acceleration during the moment of climax.
As far as pure pleasure goes, having sex with Nina falls far short of what Chloris or Rose provide.
However, the sensation of flesh rubbing against flesh, the sexiness of a body trained to its absolute limits, the feel of firm skin—all of that possessed a charm that differed from an android. Though, I doubted there were many women quite like Nina.
After our first ejaculation, we continued to explore each other's bodies, making love even on the dirty floor after moving off the bed.
At first, it was just an accidental fall from the bed during intense sex, but the touch of the cold floor felt refreshing.
"This feels really good."
"I know."
So both of us rolled around on the dirty floor, thrusting, taking, releasing, and seeding.
"Phew..."
While catching my breath after pouring into her womb.
Tap. Tap. Nina's black-tipped big toe brushed against my erection. We had rolled around so much that even the inner part of her sole, which rarely touched the ground, was covered in dust.
Following the line of sight, I could see Nina's slit dripping with my semen. She was on all fours, spreading her buttocks with both hands.
With her left cheek planted on the floor, she glared at me with her right eye. It wasn't hostility, but a seductive gaze—like a lioness purring and swaying her hips before a male lion.
My erection began to revive once again. But it wasn't enough yet.
While staying in that position, Nina extended her leg straight back. Her black sole slowly moved upward, riding along my stomach, chest, and up to my neck.
Finally, her foot reached my cheek. Nina looked up at me with a provocative gaze.
She gently stroked my cheek and chin with her dust-covered sole. Her face, wet with sweat, was becoming dirty in an instant.
If there is a blessing rite where a priest pours holy water over a head, then here, an unholy act was taking place, smearing dirt over the face with a foot.
The transgressive nature of this act drove me madly aroused. It could be seen as an insulting sight, but it didn't feel bad at all.
"Hehehe."
Nina smiled an intoxicating smile and kept moving her foot. Finally, she used her big and index toes to pinch and twist my nose. My manhood was swelling to the point of bursting.
Meanwhile, her back muscles rippled as she maintained the unusual posture. As a result, the sweat gathered in the valley of her muscles bounced up.
I let out a beast-like roar and pounced on her from behind. She accepted me in a cat's stretching pose.
We became a dog and a cat. I thrust like a dog, and she took it like a cat.
"...”
"...”
Then, I caught sight of our reflection in a full-length mirror placed to one side: two madmen, bodies covered in black dust, rolling on the bare floor and intertwining their bodies like crazy.
"Hehe."
"Kufufu."
The sight was funny yet caused even more arousal. Nina giggled at the reflection of her own dirty state.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of my lower abdomen striking her buttocks echoed loudly. The impact made Nina's breasts jiggle wildly.
"Kee-hee, ngh... kuh-he... hahaha, ha-ah!"
It seemed Nina found the sight highly entertaining. She alternated between moaning, laughing, and moaning again.
It was the same for me. Looking like a beggar covered in dust, thrusting from behind like a dog, and panting.
Our reflection—dirty, wild, and transgressive—could not have been more arousing.
Surge!
Surge, surge! On all fours, Nina lifted her head and closed her eyes. It was as if she were savoring the semen inside her womb. Her expression was contorted, and saliva dripped from her lips.
The grand finale was the standing thrust (deul-bak). Nina wrapped her well-trained legs around my waist to balance, and I repeatedly lifted and dropped her hips.
Nina couldn't take her eyes off my manhood entering and exiting her slit.
It seemed it was so fascinating because it was impossible to see properly in other positions, while this one made the action completely visible.
"I'm thirsty."
Having shed sweat and fluids for such a long time, thirst settled in.
"Let's go over there."
Nina released one of the arms wrapped around my neck and pointed toward the refrigerator.
"Alright, let's head over!"
"Eek!"
Joined together, I stomped and hopped toward the fridge like a frilled-neck lizard. She tasted the piston strokes generated by the impact of our movement while clinging tightly to me with her limbs.
"Haa..."
When we reached the fridge, I was completely out of breath.
"Just a second."
Nina reached out and opened the refrigerator. She took out a water bottle, retrieved a cup from the adjacent rack, and poured water.
"Here you go."
What was surprising was that I was still kneading her breasts with both hands.
That's right.
Nina was hanging in the air solely using the strength of the legs wrapped around my waist.
Her legs coiled around my waist and hips like an anaconda.
The massive strain on her abs as she leaned back to get the water from the fridge.
Her chest and erect nipples, as if asserting their presence with a silent cry, 'Don't just look at my abs, look at me too!' I absorbed the scene without a break.
"Excuse me?"
I could barely snap out of it after she waved the water cup in front of my face.
Nina wore a subtle smile, seemingly pleased that I was so captivated by her trained physique.
"Feed me."
"Oh, boy."
She put the cup to my mouth with a helpless look. Once I drank it all, she filled the cup again.
"I'm thirsty, too."
With those words, she handed the cup to me. Glancing back and forth between her face and the cup, I gave her a smile and poured the water into my mouth.
"Mmph!"
A deep kiss followed. She drank the water passed through my lips, gulping it down. Even after finishing, we continued to kiss for a while.
We moved to the bed, and the final position was the missionary position.
When I reached climax inside her, my manhood didn't release anything. It only twitched.
"I thought I was really going to die. Does everyone else have sex like this?"
Exhausted, Nina collapsed onto my chest. Her hand stroked my chest with affection.
"We are the unique ones."
Women who work out really are entirely different. This was my first time experiencing sex like this, too.
Lying side by side on the bed and enjoying the afterglow, a sudden question popped into my head.
"Do you really not need a VIP vacation ticket? If you want, I can make up a reason and get you one."
"I'm not particularly interested."
Nina replied dismissively.
"I'm happy with a full stomach and a warm back. People get punished when their greed is excessive."
She said, tracing circles on my chest with her finger. Her finger was right over my nipple, creating a strange feeling.
"It's not exactly a favor, but I hope you'll keep taking care of me like this."
"Have sex?"
She flicked my nipple with the finger she had been circling.
"Spar. Sparring. After fighting it out today, I feel so relieved. I got to beat up the fatty and spar with you with all my might. Both sides are completely satisfied!"
She smiled. Her signature mischievous grin was adorable.
"It's suffocating."
She mumbled when I hugged her face close as if pouncing.
"I prefer using my body over drinking or nightlife. After using up all my stamina, idling in a relaxed state seems to melt all the stress away."
"You have a prison constitution."
At my words, she flicked my nipple once more. This time, it was quite hard, and it hurt a little.
"That hurts."
"Say it right! There are better compliments, like saying I have a martial arts constitution."
She glared at me.
"Sorry."
When I stroked her head, she buried her face in my chest again.
"I'm sleepy."
It would be stranger not to be tired after fighting and having sex all day.
"We should wash up before sleeping."
Nina said.
I buried my nose in her skin and sniffed around.
The scent of dried sweat, newly emerging sweat, and a woman's body odor filled the air. Yet, I didn't feel any disgust at all.
"You're like a pervert."
There wasn't a hint of aversion on the face of Nina, who was smiling and gently reprimanding me.
"It's alright to wash up after a good sleep."
I pulled over a nearby blanket and covered us.
"It's hot."
Even though she said that, Nina didn't try to leave my embrace. Instead, she burrowed deeper, pressing her face into my neck, wrapping her arms around my back, and wrapping her legs around mine like a snake.
The drops of sweat once again wetted both of our bodies.
Nina was the first to fall asleep. In my arms, the martial artist's sleeping face was filled with peace and happiness.
Stroking her moist forehead and hair, I admired her angelic face. While there were a few pretty young women, including the AI assistants, it was rare to also possess physical strength.
"I did well to save you."
I really did.