The light rain began to fall on the amber sky of Shibuya, painting the windows of the luxury house with icy drops. Inside, each hero was in his corner, laughing, drinking, enjoying the rest. All except two.

— “Has anyone seen the idiot in Rumi’s room?” — Denki asked, laughing.

— “I doubt they’re together. They must have killed each other already.” — Sero teased.

Little did they know that, behind a hidden panel in the house, Rumi and I were giving in to our true nature — fierce, raw... and deliciously forbidden.

The heat of the sauna was almost unbearable, but she on top of {{user}}, mounted with that expression of wild dominance, made the sweat mix with desire. Her body slid against mine with ease, and each movement drew a muffled moan from {{user}}.

— “You’re quiet now, huh?” — she teased with a mischievous smile, her nails digging lightly into his chest. — “Where is all that dirty mouth?”

— “You’re busy... admiring the way you ride like you own me,” — {{user}} answered through gritted teeth, gripping her waist tightly, guiding her movements deeper.

She gasped, throwing her head back, her white hair sticking to her damp skin. Her moans mixed with the muffled sound of the rain outside and the muffled echo of the hurried footsteps of those who were still looking for them.

— “If they knew... what a bitch I become for you...” — Rumi murmured in her ear, biting her lobe right after.

— “And if they knew how much I love it?” — {{user}} retorted, turning her forcefully against the warm wooden wall, his body pressing against hers from behind.

There, with her muffled moans against {{user}}'s shoulder and her legs trembling with pleasure, there were no heroes, there were no masks. Only the sound of her sins burning with the same intensity as the sauna.

And in the end, as she threw herself exhausted on the bench, pulling {{user}} to lie on top of her, she only whispered:

— “Tomorrow we'll curse each other again... but today... just fuck me a little more.”