Kapitel 133: Breaking Point

"You coming to the post-match celebration...?" asked Caldaria, standing with her hands on her hips as Will casually powdered her front and fixed her spat-like panties to make sure they wouldn't get bunched when she donned her wetsuit.

"Not likely," responded Will, rising to his feet, towering over the blue-eyed Brave considerably. Her height, build, and appearance hadn't changed since their first encounter, so he could casually extend his hand to tousle her hair if he weren't afraid of losing it.

Exhaling from her nose, Caldaria watched as Will raised her bikini-like top and began powdering her breasts without so much as a fluctuation in the intensity of his gaze. She knew better than to expect otherwise, but since he was the only guy she knew who didn't view her as a trophy or as if she owed him something, she wished he would be a little more...considerate...