Super fast recovery!
Tomoko's lips parted slightly, her mouth feeling dry from our intense... activities. The way she gazed at me with those half-lidded eyes—man, she looked absolutely stunning even in this state.
Super fast recovery!
Tomoko-san's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing coming in short, heated gasps. I couldn't help but notice how the afternoon light streaming through the curtains highlighted every curve of her flushed form.
Super fast recovery!
"Haa... haa..." Her exhaustion was written all over her face, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead like morning dew. She looked completely spent, but in the most beautiful way possible.
Super fast recovery!
For a moment, Tomoko-san just lay there speechless, her eyes staring at the ceiling as if trying to process what had just happened. I could practically see the little cartoon birds circling her head.
Super fast recovery!
She collapsed back onto the futon, her limbs sprawled out like a starfish that had given up on life. The sight was both adorable and incredibly sexy—classic Tomoko-san, really.
Having reached the activation limit of my... ahem... special skills, I figured it was time for yours truly, Ginjo Sousuke, to take a breather as well. Even a stallion needs to rest between races, right?
After what felt like an eternity—though it was probably only ten minutes—Matsumoto Tomoko finally started showing signs of life again.
"Sou...Sousuke..." she breathed out, her voice still shaky and barely above a whisper, "What's... what's gotten into you today?"
I couldn't help but flash her my most confident grin while flexing slightly—just enough to show off the results of my daily workout routine.
"It's really... really amazing..." Tomoko-san's breathing was slowly returning to normal, though her cheeks were still adorably flushed.
"But don't underestimate me, Sousuke-kun!" She suddenly sat up with renewed vigor, pointing at me with the determination of a shounen protagonist. "I did gymnastics when I was in school!"
"Real or fake?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Of course it's true! How could I lie to you about something like this?" She puffed out her cheeks indignantly—God, she's cute when she's flustered. "I was a member of the gymnastics club all through elementary and junior high school, but then I reached puberty and..."
She trailed off, her face turning an even deeper shade of red as she gestured vaguely at her chest area.
"Anyway!" she continued quickly, "it was... physical reasons that made me give up gymnastics. But before that, I was actually pretty good at it!"
"Just wait and see, Sousuke-kun. I'll show you exactly how flexible I can be."
I watched with growing anticipation as Tomoko-san took a deep breath and began stretching her limbs like a cat preparing to pounce.
And then—holy shit—she performed a perfect backbend that would make any Olympic gymnast jealous!
Her body formed this incredible arch, like a bridge connecting two worlds. The graceful curve of her spine, the way her hair cascaded toward the floor...
"That's incredible, Tomoko-san! You really weren't kidding around," I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.
"What are you just standing there for, Sousuke-kun?" she called out, her voice slightly strained from maintaining the position. "Come stand right here in front of me! I can't hold this pose forever, you know!"
"Huh?! Oh! Right!" My brain finally caught up with what she was suggesting, and I practically teleported over to her.
And somehow, against all odds and physical limitations, we managed to pull it off.
Score one for human ingenuity and determination!
Tomoko-san held that incredible backbend for what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough. But eventually, even her impressive flexibility had its limits, and she started to lose her balance.
"Whoa, whoa—" I reached out instinctively, but it was too late.
Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the awkward angle, but gravity won this round. She tumbled sideways, and her right ankle twisted at a nasty angle as she hit the tatami mat.
"OWWW!" The scream that tore from her throat made my blood run cold.
"Tomoko-san! What's wrong?" I was beside her in an instant, all thoughts of our previous activities forgotten.
"My ankle... I think I sprained my ankle..." she whimpered, her face scrunched up in pain as she sucked air through her teeth.
"Let me take a look," I said, gently pushing her hands away from the injury.
One glance was all I needed. Her right ankle was already swelling up like a balloon at a summer festival.
"Tomoko-san, we need to get you to a hospital. Now."
"Eh? Is it really that serious, Sousuke-kun?" She looked up at me with those big, worried eyes. "Can't we just... put some ice on it or something?"