He waited until she couldn't pull back, spreading his arms—the moment her blade cut into his shoulder, like a death grip, his arms wrapped around her body, hugging her tightly while feeling her blade dig deeper into his shoulder, almost cutting through the bone.
"I am so glad you're alive, Sarah. But you never change~ why are you still fighting me naked at this age?"
"That kind of cheap tactic was only allowed when we were kids." He growled, enjoying her struggling and writhing in his arms.
"Do you even know how hard I've worked to hide my identity? To not show my strength in front of you, you dumbass!" She spouted, the fur on her body slowly retracting.
Her soft pale skin now slid into his arms, her firm mounds pressing against his muscular chest, and her long silver hair turned black and swayed in the moonlight.
Sarah looked down at him, releasing her sword and holding his face with both hands, squishing his face with a tearful look.
