Such a contrast made Celes pause for a moment. When she finally understood Sarah's meaning, she threw herself into Sarah's arms and burst into sobs, "Wuwuwu... I'm sorry, Sarah, I shouldn't have called you cheap. You're so much stronger than I am—I'm the cheap one, giving up after just one night... Wuwuwu..."
"No, you're thinking about it all wrong. Neither of us is cheap," Sarah whispered gently, kissing away the tears on Celes's face. "He is the one who's truly wicked."
"Yes, he's so wicked..." Feeling Sarah's tender kisses on her cheeks, Celes's heart felt full and tender.
Even though they had tangled lips and tongues passionately during their threesome the night before without a second thought, these simple kisses on her face now carried a strange, indescribable sweetness.
Perhaps it was because all barriers between them had melted away, leaving only intimacy. That's what Celes told herself.
