"Hmm…"
Having won the semifinal against Testarossa, Rigel held his head.
This was the third treatment room of the arena.
During the first and second rounds it had been a room with a high usage rate, but now that the matches had advanced to the semifinals, no contestants were using it.
Health Committee member Rigel had been using it as he pleased as his "personal waiting room" and "sex room."
"Aah… what should I do."
Deep hesitation seeped into the mutter that leaked from his mouth.
What he was worrying about was none other than Testarossa.
Her movement was smooth as water, and even in the middle of the fight that beauty had stolen his eyes.
But for him that was an emotion belonging to a more instinctive domain, separate from respect toward a warrior.
Rigel, a born rape demon, had from the start been looking at her supple, well-arranged body as a target.
Closing the distance as classmates had also been unrelated to friendship or familiarity.
It was solely to enjoy the gap.
