"One issue solved."
Cecilia uncrossed her legs and stood from the low table, smoothing her uniform with quick, efficient movements. The fabric settled back into place, as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just—as if they hadn't just—
Then her gaze drifted downward. To his lap. To the spreading, unmistakable evidence of what had just occurred.
"One issue emerged," she continued, matter-of-fact, "assuming you don't have spare pants in this office."
She paused, considering.
"And the other one is still unsolved." She turned to the locked door.
Arkai was reeling.
His mind, which had just been through the most intense experience of his life, more intense than any physical encounter could have been, was completely blank. White. Empty. Like a slate wiped clean.
This woman…
This woman had just had sex with him via mana.
They were just holding hands—
"How—"
The word escaped him, barely a croak. He was flabbergasted. Completely, absolutely flabbergasted.
