The sharp, warm pressure met my lips before I could even get my bearings. The teleportation haze had barely cleared from the Absolute Mansion's grand hall when Sana kissed me—hard, almost clumsy in its urgency.
"Hah… hah… You scheming bastard." Her breath puffed hot against my mouth. She hadn't pulled away; her lips hovered just shy of mine. "You set this up."
"I really didn't."
"Liar—"
I didn't let her finish. My mouth found hers again, and this time I took charge. One hand slid under the silk of her gown, palm curving around the weight of her breast—warm, soft. She gasped into me.
"Mmmph…" A low, pleased hum vibrated between our lips.
When we broke apart, she was blushing, trying hard to maintain her glare. "Pervert. Admit it—this was the plan all along."
"What plan?" I murmured, already working the gown off her shoulders.
