Allen gently slid his cock from Rinni's mouth, a quiet schlk breaking the thick tension in the air. Her lips, red and swollen, stayed parted for a moment longer, breath hitching in her throat. Her hands trembled as she lowered them to her lap, drool still glistening on her chin.
Then the tears came.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a soft, shivering sniffle—like a dam cracking under pressure.
"…I'm sorry," Rinni whispered, voice raw. "I—I didn't mean to be like this."
Allen blinked, tilting his head. "Like what?"
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, ears drooping low. "Weird. Gross. Broken. That's what they always said. The others in my warren… they said I was sick."
Fina's brow furrowed, the playful gleam in her eyes fading into something softer.
