Be Happy, Kyle
"Kay?" Sayuri said, then her mouth twitched a bit, "Not only did Kyle tell her the day after we did it the first time, but she also had to have her room soundproofed a few days later."
Sayuri found herself still wanting to laugh each time she remembered that day. The glare Kay gave them and she growling about how some rabbits were too loud so she had to soundproof her room.
Kyle had been utterly shameless and merely shrugged, saying that it was the hazards of being such a sex stud.
The disgusted expression on Kay's face had been priceless.
Getting back to the present, Sayuri had to admit to herself that she really was rubbing it in. She didn't know why she did it and she felt this perverse desire to make the girl in front of her go red in the face.
Perhaps she wasn't as indifferent about the ex as she thought she would be.
Sayuri wasn't a Saint.