"Lyra?" Ryan's voice cracked with surprise, his mind struggling to catch up with her impulsive outburst. But before he could react, her bossom pressed against his hands, and he could see clearly through the loosened panels of her training suit, sending a jolt through him.
He tore his gaze away as if burned, a surge of heat flooding his face.
The sterile environment of the VR chamber suddenly felt even more suffocating, charged with an unexpected tension. He hastily banished the lewd thoughts that threatened to erupt, shoving them deep into the recesses of his mind.
Lyra's lips curved into a knowing smirk. She wasn't oblivious to the direction of his stolen glance. "Yes, Ryan?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, the playful glint in her azure eyes a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation.
"Coughs," Ryan stammered, his stoic facade fracturing under the weight of her intense gaze. "Can you please get off?"
