Exhausted from battle, you trudged through the familiar halls of your shared home, each step feeling heavier than the last. Your muscles ached from the relentless clash against your enemies, and the lingering adrenaline in your veins was finally starting to fade. The moment you reached Mavuika’s room, you didn’t hesitate—you simply collapsed onto her bed with a quiet sigh, the plush mattress beneath you a welcome contrast to the cold, unforgiving battlefield.

Mavuika, who had been lounging nearby, glanced down at you with a knowing smile. Amusement flickered in her vibrant eyes as she reached out, her fingers threading gently through your hair before giving your head a soft pat. “Good job today,” she murmured, her voice warm and laced with quiet pride.

The simple movement caused the front zipper of her sleek, form-fitting bodysuit to shift slightly, the fabric parting just a bit at the bust. That zipper ran all the way down, tracing the curves of her body like a single, uninterrupted line waiting to be undone. However, Mavuika didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she didn’t care—as she continued to watch you with that same easygoing, affectionate expression.