"I can't believe Shin let that bitch into the house... and Mom actually approved it, too! He and Hakuto were already more than enough to keep us safe!" Irina snaps, clearly annoyed.
She's sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair, her bare skin still warm and fragrant from her bath.
Claire, meanwhile, is still soaking in the steaming tub, lost in thought, her knees drawn up to her chest, with only her nose and eyes above the water.
But the heat of the water surrounding her is nothing compared to the heat of her body. Her pussy is still swollen and throbbing, wetter than the water itself.
She can't stop thinking about Hakuto. More specifically, about his brief clash with Chantal.
He'd seemed so mature to her. So manly.
And the feeling that swept through her when he fought to defend both her honor and her sister's is still there, simmering inside her.
She rubs her thighs together, trying to soothe the itch teasing her most intimate parts. But it's no use.
