"Feeling better, Ren?"
"Yeah… definitely better," he replies, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the wall and a cigarette still between his lips.
Zaira is on top of him, kneeling in front of him. Her large breasts are pressed against his muscular chest, her arms wrapped around his neck while her tongue, coated in that miraculous pink saliva, slowly glides across his face.
She's healing the fracture in his nose caused by Axel's brutal elbow strike during Blood Rage — the kind of injury that doesn't heal quickly.
"I'm glad you and Yuzu have finally started getting along. It was about time."
"It wasn't easy — your little sister really has quite the personality. I just hope she doesn't wake up right now, otherwise they'd hear her screaming all the way to New York."
"And why would she?"
"Seriously? You still haven't noticed how jealous she is?"
