While everyone else was celebrating and buzzing with excitement, Astrid herself was finally regaining her composure.
She stood up straight, brushed off her uniform, and smoothed down her tails.
Then she turned toward Mika.
And glared.
The kind of glare that promised retribution, vengeance, and possibly a very uncomfortable conversation in the near future.
Mika met her gaze without flinching.
He knew exactly why she was looking at him like that.
He had used her weakness against her.
The truth of the matter was simple: Astrid's fourth tail had a very specific spot at its very tip that was extremely sensitive.
Sensitive to the extent that even the lightest flicker of touch, the gentlest poke, the most casual brush against that exact spot would send her body into an immediate and involuntary reaction.
She would shiver uncontrollably. Her heart would race. Her face would flush a deep, unmistakable red.
It was, for all intents and purposes, the pleasure point of her entire body.
