Chapter Twenty-Five: Aftermath and Jealousy
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The massive doors to Sector 26—the private chambers adjacent to the Core Control Room—hummed with a faint mechanical whir as they sealed shut. The air inside was heavy, laced with the lingering warmth of passion, silence broken only by soft, rhythmic breathing.
Crow sat on his throne, completely relaxed, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his fingers absently stroking long strands of violet hair.
Lady Nagant was nestled in his lap, still flushed, skin shimmering slightly with the aftermath of their intense session. Her cheeks were red, eyes half-lidded and dazed in pleasure and satisfaction. She was completely bare under the thin silk blanket wrapped around her like a trophy.
"You're amazing…" she whispered, voice breathy and drunk on him.
Crow simply smirked, his touch trailing across her lower back. She didn't want to move. Wouldn't move.
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Outside the chamber, the MHA girls paced or sulked in frustration.
Mirko slammed her fist into the marble wall, cracking it.
"That damn vixen! She's been on his lap for hours!" she growled. "What the hell did she do to earn that spot?!"
Mina pouted, crossing her arms. "She didn't even let us peek."
Momo looked away, her face beet red. "T-The sounds were... a lot."
Jiro had her earphone jacks plugged into the floor, blushing furiously. "T-They were definitely doing it."
Tsu blinked, croaking quietly, "Ribbit... Lady Nagant is... bold."
Uraraka wrung her hands, muttering, "I want to sit there too…"
They all looked at the heavy doors of Sector 26, burning with envy and desire. They wanted what she had. They wanted him.
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Inside, Nagant shifted just slightly, pressing closer to Crow, her eyes closing as she whispered:
"I'm not letting go. Not now. Not ever."
Crow's eyes gleamed with satisfaction—and maybe a hint of challenge.
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End of Chapter Twenty-Five