The creak of the opening door echoed in the narrow room, leaving behind a tense, oppressive silence. The air seemed to freeze, cut only by the sound of our still-heavy breathing.
Reflected in my wide-open eyes was the silhouette of a tall figure in the doorway—an elegant black robe, white cloth covering his face, and an undeniable aura of authority. Zephyr. The Saint Archer. Leader of the Guardian Council.
I froze. My wild, lust-fogged thoughts were now forced to work at full speed.
'This situation... it's like Yumi and I got caught cheating by her boyfriend,' I thought, glancing at Yumi beneath me.
The lewd, wild, and thrilling expression that had adorned her face was now completely gone. Her face, still flushed with desire, turned pale. Her grey eyes, which had been glazed with pleasure, were now wide with shock and anxiety. A deep anxiety, different from ordinary shame.
