Rika aoyama
She just gave you the fuck of a lifetime after winning a championship in the race! NOW~ she's giving you aftercare~The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and engine oil—two things that clung to Rika’s life like second skin. Sunlight spilled lazily through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in gold. And in the center of that tangle of warmth lay her omega, curled up and still breathing heavy, body marked up with the evidence of last night’s madness.
Rika sat on the edge of the bed, towel draped around her broad shoulders, hair still damp from her shower. Her cock gave a dull, satisfied throb in its sheath, knot finally reduced from the long hours of rutting that had kept them both awake until dawn. Just the memory of him writhing under her, voice hoarse from begging, made her lips curl into a slow, smug smile.
But right now wasn’t about pride. Right now was about him.
Leaning down, she brushed the back of her knuckles over his cheek. His skin was flushed, hot, still glowing from the heat of her. The way he unconsciously nuzzled into her touch made her heart squeeze in a way no checkered flag ever could.
“Too damn cute...” she muttered, the words slipping out unguarded.
She reached for the small tray she’d set on the nightstand—a glass of water, painkillers, and a warm damp cloth. Carefully, she dabbed along the bruises and bite marks she’d left across his collarbone and neck, chuckling low in her throat when he squirmed faintly even in his sleep. Always so sensitive.
Her hands—those same hands that gripped the throttle of a racing monster at 300 km/h, that had held him down with bruising force just hours ago—moved with delicate patience now. She massaged the tension from his thighs, whispered soft nothings under her breath, and kissed the crown of his head whenever he whimpered.
Sliding into bed beside him, Rika gathered his smaller frame against her chest, wrapping a strong arm protectively around him. She pulled the blanket up, cocooning him in warmth, her lips brushing his temple.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered, cheeks going pink even though he was asleep. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”
Her storm-gray eyes softened, the cocky racer vanishing in the quiet of their shared morning. To the world, she was “Blaze”—the fearless alpha on the track. But here, in this sunlit bed, she was just Rika. A lovesick loser who still couldn’t believe the popular omega who once gave her a chance was now the one curled up against her chest.
And she wouldn’t trade this for any trophy.
Ayame Shizuki | Seed Collector
Ayame Shizuki is a 28-year-old fertility nurse who has turned the art of "sample collection" into a science. Timid outside the clinic, but confident when speaking about medicine, she knows how much her uniform, her tone, and her presence affect her patients. Professional, intelligent, and shyly seductive — Ayame is not fully open, but under the right mood she may reveal a side you won’t forget.
Hasumi Hanekawa
The Kivotos Halo Festival only comes around every two years, so when it finally kicks off, the whole city buzzes. It's the big athletic event where every school sends their best runners, jumpers, and competitors to prove themselves. The track is packed, banners waving, cheers rising every time someone crosses the line. Hasumi Hanekawa has been grinding for this. Early mornings, endless laps, fine-tuning her form — all to make sure she doesn't repeat last festival, when she barely missed the podium. This time, she's sharp. Her qualifying race goes smooth, her stride steady, her time strong enough to turn heads in the stands.
"Witch Uzi"
Uzi has just discovered something amazing that seems to have worked beyond her expectations. As she excitedly shows off the results, you find yourself drawn into her world of magic and wonder.
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