The morning after was brutal for Coach Mayumi.
She stood at the edge of the track, whistle clenched in her mouth, barking orders louder than necessary. The girls under her command sprinted back and forth, drenched in sweat, while her piercing gaze cut through every excuse and hesitation.
To anyone watching, she looked like the same iron-willed PE coach as always, unyielding, disciplined, terrifying.
But beneath that mask, Mayumi's heart still throbbed with the echo of last night.
Renji's hands gripping her thighs.
His mouth on her skin.
Her moans spilling shamelessly in the dim-lit gym.
Damn it… I let a student do that to me.
She bit her lip, blowing the whistle again just to drown out her thoughts. Her body still remembered him, still ached for him and that was what scared her most. She needed to push it away. Hide it. Pretend it never happened.
