I activated Euphoric Feedback at level five. Not high enough to overwhelm, just enough to sharpen every nerve ending between her hips into something unbearable. Her reaction was immediate and violent. She shoved herself down onto my hand and ground, her abs rippling with each motion, her chest heaving, milk still leaking from both nipples in thin white trails that ran down her stomach and pooled in the creases of her abs.
That visual. That specific visual of Misato Ayame, Squad Captain, lime green ponytail half undone, abs glistening with her own milk, riding my hand on her own couch with her underwear pulled to the side because she couldn't wait long enough to take it off properly. I burned it into long-term memory and filed it under things that justified every single terrible decision I'd made since orientation.
"Jace." She used my first name. The lime ring in my skull went supernova. "I'm close."
