Yuan and Kitsura went through many rounds of lovemaking until Kitsura was completely spent, her body trembling with exhaustion. She couldn't feel her bottom anymore, her whole lower half sore beyond words.
"I think we went a little overboard… I don't think I'll be able to walk properly for the next few days," Kitsura admitted shyly, glancing down at her body, glistening with sweat and other traces of passion.
She turned her gaze toward Yuan and pouted. "It's all your fault I'm in this state. You have to take responsibility—carry me to the bathroom and help me wash my back."
"Is that so?" Yuan chuckled softly before pulling her into his arms, pressing her close. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and whispered, "Why wouldn't I help my wife? Of course I'll wash your back."
"That's more like it. You'd better take responsibility for your actions." Kitsura grinned widely before resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
