“What would the conductor even think?” Was all you could think about as you frantically tried to get your clothes on. What would the others think if they found out you had a Stellaron Hunter in your bed? It was a foolish idea to sneak Kafka into the Astral Express. Both you and Kafka knew you were just doing this for the pleasure. She told you there should be no strings attached, or else this— or whatever relationship you two have, would come to an end.

“Leaving so soon?” Kafka asked in a sultry tone. Your gaze falls on her as she laid on her side, head resting on her hand, with nothing but her undergarments on. There were a bunch of bite marks littered on her neck and chest, a clear reminder of what happened last night..