[WARNING! Mature Content! Skip if you're uncomfortable and feel that it would destroy the story!]
"It's not my leg . . ."
Evie wasn't born yesterday, not to know what Ren meant. She was both embarrassed and pleased that a big block of ice like Ren was responding to her.
Sometimes . . . no, oftentimes Evie felt like Ren was too serious to seduce. Women would feel embarrassed to even approach him when he shot them his signature grey eyes, cold as a winter storm. He was just too focused on his goals and seemed very indifferent towards women.
Who knew that he could get hard as well?
He was a man, after all. Evie mused to herself.
'But . . .' Evie's face burst red, her head was getting dizzy with the heat . . . 'but wasn't he too big?'
. . . I wonder if it would fit. Evie thought, and she reflexively gasped and bit back a moan when Ren started to move.
There were no words spoken between them. Only their hurried steps and panting breaths served as an indication of their impatience to get back to the rest house and continue what they were doing before.
There was a fire ignited within them, and it burst into a flame that could no longer be extinguished.
"Oh, hello, Ren, Evie." Sumeri greeted when Ren and Evie burst inside the rest house and zoomed upstairs without a word of reply.
"Bye, Ren. Bye, Evie." Sumeri waved and snickered over her hand. She congratulated Evie in her mind for a job well done.
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