Tina's mounting position was weak, unlike her usual MMA-level pins. Aster could still move both hands, even his legs, so if he wanted to, he could slip out.
"Tina..."
However, he didn't—or rather, he was unable to react fast enough and ended up getting caught in Tina's pace. The sound of rustling filled his ears, as Tina quickly pulled her top off. Only a thin, black, plain strapless bra remained, hiding her chest.
After throwing her top to the side, her hand moved, reaching for the strap on her back, but then, Aster returned to his senses. He reached for her hands, stopping them in place.
The sudden movement shook the tent, causing the small nightlamp hanging on the apex to crash down and break. However, neither of the two paid attention to it, even if their visibility was limited.
"What are you doing?" Aster asked her, a faint frown appearing on his lips.
