Wu can never forget those damn crimson eyes, and as she burned her fiery gaze onto his body, Wu almost wanted to turn tail and run.
Lera followed Wu out of the tent, and the three shared a brief awkward silence.
"I have...so many questions." Wu said, rubbing his eyes before gesturing towards Fatera, "WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES!"
"What clothes...?" Fatera looked down at her exposed upper body before she shrugged and her busts jiggled with the movement, "Ah. Yeah, when I train hard, my tank tops usually get destroyed. And I always train hard."
Wu tried hard not to look, but he is only a mortal man. Lera moaned jealously before she kicked Wu in the legs and forcibly spun him away from Fatera. Then she took the piece of towel covering the fruits from the basket and tossed it towards Fatera, "Put...put this on!"
