After Isaac and Celia were done, they cleaned themselves up and dressed properly. The mood in the room slowly shifted as the adrenaline faded. Only then did Celia look down at her skirt.
The excitement disappeared, replaced by a haunting realization. She froze for a second, then lifted the torn fabric with trembling fingers.
"Um… Isaac, can you help me?" she asked quietly.
"With that?" he asked, following her gaze.
"Save me from Arlene. She is going to scold me for the skirt! We tore it a bit!" Celia said, genuinely panicked.
Isaac couldn't help but smile wryly. In the span of a few dozen minutes, she had gone from curious, to excited, to flushed and aroused, and now to outright terrified. Her emotional range was surprisingly expressive.
"Don't worry. I'll handle it," Isaac said. "Let's put that aside for now. What about your bloodline? Did you get something from eating the Abyss Fruits?"
