"But you better not get yourself killed."
"...I won't…."
As the weight of their conversation began to settle, the room fell into a brief silence. Astron glanced at Maya with an unreadable expression before his lips somehow seemed to curl slightly. "Senior... for how long were you planning to stay like this?"
Maya blinked, momentarily confused. And then, all at once, it hit her—she was still straddling his lap, their bodies pressed close together. The heat of his body against hers, the tension that had built between them earlier, all of it came rushing back. Her face flushed crimson as she suddenly became acutely aware of her position, the warmth pooling in her body, and the subtle wetness she could feel in certain places.
"Ah—!" Maya gasped, instinctively trying to pull back, her face burning with embarrassment. But the moment she shifted, the friction between them only intensified the sensations she was feeling, and it became even harder to ignore.