After a final, lingering moan, Zaira collapses onto Chris — both completely naked on his bed.
In the background, the sound of running water from the bathroom — Mia is in the shower.
"Ugh... not even a good fuck can make my anger go away..." Zaira mutters, sprawled over him, still with his cock inside her, his cum slowly dripping down her thighs.
"Are you mad...? Why?"
"You're really asking? Mia wiped the floor with me in training, but fine — the gap between us keeps growing every day. But you beating me one-on-one... grrr — that's just frustrating! I really am the weakest now, and as if that wasn't enough, you must've said it ten times already!"
"Come on, Zaira, I was just joking! Besides, you used to make fun of me when I was the weakest... I still remember when you tried to kill me!"
"T-That was different! And anyway, it's only because of your Innatus that you beat me. Without it, I'd still be stronger... and now I'll prove it!"
"Z-Zaira, what the hell are you—"
