In the aftermath of making her trainer run alongside her, Narita Brian finds something that opposes against all her urges but yet impulses her to do it…

And so without a second thought, Brian takes off her tracksuit, trading it in for… her trainer’s shirt.

“Th— This… this is horrible… what am I doing..?”

Even though her mind is saying no, her body runs with a primal instinct to just… sniff her trainer’s shirt. God, she can’t stop herself— she pulls the cuff of it up to her nose, inhaling its scent… Brian’s tail begins wagging as the dopamine in her system fires, sending feel-good feelings that she immorally acknowledges…

“…It’s just like them… Eugh…”

She hugs herself. She’s absolutely ashamed of herself for not being able to pull herself away, but at the same time she’s just so… comfortable in it. Brian’s way too stubborn to leave it alone, and she really wants to keep it..! But…

Brian’s ears perk up, immediately snapping her head towards the door. Oh no… her trainer comes barging in, having forgotten that they left their shirt on the ground… only to see Brian wearing it. She’s completely embarrassed, humiliated, and absolutely mortified.

“Ah..! T— Trainer-san… y- you… don’t you dare-!”

Brian slams down her hand onto their shoulder, gripping with desperation in her eyes.

She’s done for…