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Vi truly wishes tomorrow will never come.
Two months ago, she receives a call from an unknown number. It is her mother, Felicia.
They have no contact at all for eighteen years.
For as long as Vi can remember, her family has been broken. Her only memories of childhood are the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, sudden violent quarrels, and broken furniture scattered everywhere.
But at some point, life suddenly goes quiet. Her mother even sits peacefully with her father, no arguments, no yelling.
Her mother tells her that she is going to have a little sister soon.
From that moment on, Vi firmly believes that her sister’s arrival means happiness. She can finally stop living in constant fear and panic.
She begins to look forward to it with pure excitement, hovering around her mother’s belly every single day.
A soft smile never leaves Felicia’s face as she watches Vi stroke her rounded belly, pressing her ear against it to listen. Afterward, she ruffles Vi’s hair into a mess.
Vi is under the illusion that she has finally captured happiness—a happiness so overwhelming that it easily drowns out the ghosts of her past.
Yet this happiness, seemingly so close at hand, collapses into ruins the moment her sister is born.
The night after giving birth, while her father is passed out, her mother slips out of the hospital with the newborn sister.
She never comes back.
*****
"Violet?" she says. "It’s Felicia."
At the sound of the voice, Vi is struck as if by lightning, frozen to the spot.
She imagines countless times that her mother will come back—that she has to come back. But cold reality and cruel dreams tell her it is nothing but a delusion.
At an age she can no longer name, Vi has stopped clinging to such delusions.
And now, the voice that only ever drifted from her dreams, the voice she has all but forgotten, comes clearly from the phone.
"Are you home? I want to come back and see you."
Vi does not answer. What is she even supposed to say?
She has long understood why her mother left—because of her father. He was falling apart, drinking and gambling day and night, dragging the family and her mother down, day by day.
Vi cannot blame her mother for her choice. But where are her pain and sorrow supposed to go?
Why take only her little sister? Why leave her all alone? Vi has spent her entire life asking these questions, her heart forever shrouded in shadow.
"I… I’m sick. This might be the last time we ever see each other. After this, I won’t bother you again."
Vi’s grip tightens around the phone. Her throat bobs.
"I’m working in another city. I’m not home." Vi lies. She just doesn’t want this to be so sudden—not like it was when she was abandoned.
"Where are you? I’ll come to you."
"No need. I’ll see you at home sometime later."
"All right... then in two months... um... is noon on October 10th okay?" Felicia’s voice climbs, an edge of excitement creeping in.
"…All right." Vi’s voice is empty of emotion.
"It happens to be your sister’s birthday. I'm booking a place, and we can all—"
"I have no sister." Vi cuts her off, voice cold, and hangs up.
*****
From the moment Vi learns her mother and sister are coming back, her body goes into full trauma response. Insomnia. Frenzy. Sudden, unexplained tears. She loses herself in endless, mindless sex, just to numb her nerves.
Vi has no long-term partner—stable relationships elude her. Stability feels like a threat. Her childhood abandonment left its mark: she fears dependence, fears being vulnerable.
Cycling through beautiful new faces is her safest choice. The online contact, the private photos, the flirtation, the hookup—and then, sex.
But at the end of every cycle, an even deeper pain always descends.
Alone in the empty room, Vi looks at her body covered in kiss marks in the mirror. Sometimes there are bruises, even blood. She feels her pussy swollen—slapped and fingered way too hard.
All of this, for some reason, makes her want to cry afterward. What is she crying for? That she has let her life become like this? Or that she is unworthy of everything good?
She doesn't know.
Sometimes Vi finds it ridiculous. She was still so small when her mother left, with barely any memories. How could she have pieced together so much pain?
As the appointed date draws closer, this pain descends more and more frequently.
She cannot even bear a single moment of solitude. Because those sorrowful, despairing thoughts keep flashing into her mind, leaving her eyes brimming with tears against her will.
*****
Tomorrow is the day.
For days on end, Vi has been jerking awake from nightmares in the dead of night. The bone-weary screams and raging sorrow from her dreams leave aftershocks long after she is awake.
But fortunately, she has a way to numb herself tonight. It should let her briefly forget the pain she has ruminated on countless times, saving her from staring at the dark until dawn.
She has set up a hookup with a college girl nearby. They’ve been texting for over a month, but they have never actually met in person.
This is an uncharacteristically slow pace for Vi. She doesn't even know why she’s been willing to let it stretch on for so long.
Maybe it’s just because the girl is slutty as hell.
At first, the girl was just one of many in Vi’s chat list.
In the month following that call, Vi grew frantically desperate for company, cycling through partners nonstop and living with her days and nights completely flipped.
That was when she connected with this girl. Unlike everyone else, she didn't rush for a meet-up the moment she saw Vi’s photos.
But she was forward, too, constantly sending Vi photos of herself. She would take colored pens to her most intimate parts, sketching and writing directly on her skin—words and hints that were filthy, slutty, and entirely desperate.
Or she would shove those pens inside her pussy, pulling them out slick with white cream. Or right after fingering herself, she would spread her fingers wide, put them on display, showing the clear, stringy slick stretching between them.
The girl talks so fucking filthy, but it’s never cringey—in a way, she’s actually kind of cute. Her dirty talk riles Vi up so much that in the dead of night, she always ends up needing to get off right then and there.
Occasionally, in the gaps between her dirty talk and nudes, she’d share snippets of her daily life: "The peach candies outside the school gates are so good. Totally recommend."
"I'll try them sometime," Vi would text back. And she wasn't just going through the motions.
"Tastes good." Vi messaged her a few days later, attaching a photo of the peach candies.
It is exactly these random, trivial bits of life, dropping out of nowhere between all the filthy, explicit messages, that make Vi feel so painfully out of her element.
They are supposed to be nothing more than fuck buddies. All these messages feel too intimate. Vi deliberately ignores them, takes forever to reply, or doesn’t reply at all — but she can’t stop checking.
For instance, the girl complains about how terrible the school cafeteria is; asks if she needs a thick coat for the night; or if her new outfit looks good. Things like that.
This kind of talk feels new and even strangely hopeful to Vi, but mostly, it just makes her awkward.
Vi thinks for a long time, imagining how someone without these walls would respond, imagining how she would reply if they were normal lovers…
lovers…
Vi has long known this is another kind of relationship she will never have in this lifetime. Happiness is impossible for her, and fate has already fooled her once.
Every time Vi thinks of this, she ends up dragging the conversation back to the ground she knows.
For instance, when the girl mentions her new clothes, Vi buys her a set of light green sexy lingerie and tells her to put it on, pose in every way possible, and take pictures.
In the month or so Vi’s been talking to the girl, her sex addiction seems to have settled, and she no longer hooks up with anyone else.
Maybe staring at her phone every day is arousing enough; or maybe it’s because she’s occasionally allowed to bleed out emotions she’s never let go of before.
Early this morning, the ping of her phone wakes Vi.
The haze from a night of nightmares vanishes the moment the message comes into focus.
"Want to fuck me? I turn eighteen tonight." The text is followed by a picture of her soft, pink pussy.
Her inner lips are delicate and small, the dusky pink of the edges deepening into a bright flesh toward the center. The opening is barely visible—one look is enough to tell how tight she is.
How many fingers can it hold? Just one? Or two?
Vi has been dying to fuck her for the longest time.
When it comes to casual hookups, she always waits for the other person to make the first move. But during her flirty exchanges with this girl, Vi has almost lost it several times, nearly breaking her own rules to make the invitation herself.
And of course, she always reins herself in at the absolute last second.
No urge is too much to rub out alone. If once doesn't cut it, do it twice.
Until today. Finally.
"8 PM. The Last Drop, Room A308. Wear the lingerie I bought you."
The moment the text goes through, a twitch of regret hits Vi. She set the time way too late.
The lunch tomorrow hangs over Vi like a sword, pressing down relentlessly. She is already on the verge of breaking down.
She picks up her phone again and types into the chat, asking to meet earlier. But before she hits send, she hesitates.
She deletes it in the end.
Vi still finds it hard to express her feelings to others. It feels as if, the moment she shows any expectation, fate will sense it—and destroy her.
"Okay~ See you tonight." The girl replies, playful as always.
"What are you doing today?" It’s the first time Vi has crossed the line.
She has never started a conversation like this before, but right now, she truly wants someone to be with her—even if it’s just talking. She is terrified of tomorrow coming.
"I’m out shopping with my family, picking up some stuff."
"Okay. See you tonight." Vi retracts her tentative touch instantly.
Her sharp intuition that her expectations won't be met makes her kill them herself, long before any clear rejection. Just to spare herself the disappointment.
But she thinks maybe this will be welcomed.
Vi pulls back the quilt, exposing her boobs, abs, prominent iliac crests, and the hollow of her groin. She snaps a picture and sends it off.
Sure enough, a reply pings instantly: "Want me to get wet right now?"
Vi smirks and texts back, "Isn't being wet the whole point?"
The girl sends a pouting emoji and texts, "Heading out now. See you tonight."
Vi lets go of her phone weakly, sprawling her arms out as she stares at the ceiling. There are still twelve hours. How is she going to get through them?
Just as expected, the ghosts return. They drag in twisted, monstrous fragments of memory.
Vi sees her younger self, her small hand gently stroking her mother’s swollen belly. In the next second, a sharp blade stabs out from within, impaling her palm. Blood erupts. Yet her mother still smiles softly, as if this harm is condoned.
In reality, Vi raises her hand, looking at her now broad, powerful palm. She closes her eyes for a moment, banishing the image from her mind.
Vi thinks once more of the sister she has never known, the one she must now face.
Without her sister, she would be the one Mom took.
No one can admit, face, or accept the reality of being abandoned by their mother—and Vi is no different. So she funnels all that hatred, which has nowhere else to go, straight at that sister.
Her very existence steals everything Vi should have had.
A letter she received at twelve only hardens this belief.
She remembers it clearly. It is late at night. After school and her part-time job, she drags her exhausted self home, finding that letter among a pile of debt collection notices.
『
Dear Sister,
I’m Powder. I think you might be my sister?
I found Mom’s diary hid in the attic, along with this address.
Why don’t you live with us?
I asked Mom, but she got real angry and locked the attic door.
I think about it for a long time and decide to write to you.
I look forward to your reply.
I also send you a drawing. I hope you like it.
Your sister,
Powder
』
The handwriting is crooked, the words riddled with spelling errors. The enclosed drawing features two little girls holding hands, rendered in pink and blue crayons.
Vi has spent years numbing herself until she no longer feels that piercing pain every waking moment. But the second she sees the letter, all her hard-won defenses crumble into nothing.
Vi finally truly feels the sheer weight of everything stripped away from her.
Somewhere in another city, someone feasts on the flesh and blood carved from her body, squandering the happiness torn from her soul.
Tears stream down Vi’s face, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, before a hysterical scream tears from her throat.
Vi writes back—a reply of only two sentences.
"All because of you. I hate you." Enclosed, too, is the drawing, torn into shreds.
After that, no further letters arrive. Vi also forces herself to purge the sender’s address from her memory.
She deliberately blocks out this past, but today she can't help but look back. Perhaps because tomorrow is the day they meet, and that unprovoked hatred is tangled with guilt.
Her thoughts are in turmoil. Vi knows she can't just keep lying here. She decides to go out for a walk and clear her head for tonight.
She buys some snacks and a few toys. She knows the girl loves to play with herself in her dorm.
The sun just sinks below the horizon, and Vi has nowhere left to wander. She decides to head straight to the hotel and wait.
In the meantime, she scrolls through her phone aimlessly, letting trivial information clutter her mind as much as possible.
Half an hour left… Vi puts down her phone and fiddles with the new toy, exploring what it can do.
Finally, the doorbell rings. She is here.
Vi feels as if she has found a savior. Finally, she no longer has to be alone in this empty room.
The girl standing at the door has long blue hair cascading over her chest and down to her waist. She wears an oversized white T-shirt, tiny denim shorts, and a pair of canvas shoes—a typical student look that makes her look bursting with youth.
"Come in." Vi slips an arm around her shoulder and leads her into the room.
"I’m thirsty. Do you have any water?" the girl asks, her big eyes shining.
Vi cannot reconcile the girl in front of her with the one who covers her own skin in written filth.
"I haven't even asked your name yet, have I?" Vi asks, pushing a bottle of water toward her.
"Jinx."
Jinx chugs down a few heavy gulps, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Then she steps closer, grabbing Vi’s jacket collar with both hands. She tilts her head up, sizing Vi up curiously. "You’re so pretty. What’s your name?"
"Vi." Jinx is pulled in by the waist, their bodies flush against each other.
Vi brushes the hair draping over Jinx’s chest behind her back. As expected, she isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples hard and straining against the thin fabric, Vi gently rubs them a few times with her thumb.
"Why are your nipples so hard?" Vi murmurs with a smirk, her gaze locked on Jinx.
"Don’t you like it?" Jinx purrs, a flash of defiance in her eyes.
Vi yanks Jinx up, her legs wrapping tight around Vi’s waist. Jinx’s chest is flushed right against Vi's face. Vi darts her tongue out, swirling it fast and wet over Jinx’s nipples through the fabric.
The fabric between them only sharpens the friction. Jinx throws her head back high, a soft moan slipping from her throat.
By now, the two points of her chest are soaked with saliva, the fabric turning thin and transparent. Her nipples graze against the cool, damp cloth, their shapes leaking through.
Vi snaps her teeth down on one.
"Mm…" Jinx’s moan is incredibly sweet, driving Vi even wilder.
Vi turns and flings Jinx onto the bed. Jinx lets out a sharp gasp, followd by a soft pout, "Be gentle."
"Gentle? You don’t look like the type who wants it gentle." Vi kneels over her, brushing the hair off her forehead to reveal her delicate face.
"What do I like, then?" Jinx flashes a bright, wild grin.
"Didn’t you write it on yourself before? Mm? Your instructions," Vi’s hands knead Jinx’s breasts through her clothes, "Hard. Fuck you. Until you pass out." Vi repeats each word slowly.
"You’ve been watching very closely." Jinx lifts both arms above her head, baring herself completely. Vi yanks her top up, gripping her breasts and rolling her nipples.
"Why didn’t you wear the lingerie I sent you?" Vi pinches Jinx’s nipple as punishment, her grip tightening continuously.
The mix of pleasure and pain makes Jinx moan, arching her back. "I didn’t bring a bag, and I didn't feel like wearing it under my clothes, either."
Vi smirks, thinking Jinx is hinting for a bag. "I’ll buy you one. Tell me when you've picked it out." Then she sucks on the pinched nipple, grabs the crotch of Jinx’s jeans, and yanks them up against her pussy.
Jinx lets out a soft moan and grins. "Take them off for me."
Vi unbuttons the jeans as told and slides the tight denim off. Jinx isn't wearing panties, either.
But she’s wearing an anal plug.
Vi’s eyes flicker. She reaches out to touch Jinx’s slit. "You’re not even wet. How the hell am I gonna fuck you?" Then Vi flicks her clit hard. The sudden sting makes Jinx cry out.
"I put the lingerie inside. Take it out for me."
"In your pocket? I can’t feel it." Vi picks up the jeans she just took off Jinx and feels around them again.
"I meant inside my body." Jinx lets out a sly grin.
Vi looks utterly confused at first, then in an instant, all her blood rushes down to her lower abdomen.
She slips a finger into Jinx’s slit, pulling out a small strip of fabric—the lingerie she bought.
"Fuck… you’re so damn slutty…" Vi growls, her movements urgent as she unbuttons and yanks her own pants down. She roughly shifts Jinx into place, her ankles pressing against Jinx’s shoulders as she kneels, straddling either side of Jinx’s face.
Then she lowers her weight and sits directly onto Jinx’s face.
Vi sways her hips, letting her pussy brush against Jinx’s mouth and nose, stroke by stroke.
She is certain that Jinx’s nostrils are now coated with fluids and thick juices.
"I was going to wash it, but I figure a slut like you would love this scent, don’t you?"
Vi’s voice rises. She ignores how Jinx’s breath has turned messy, demanding roughly, "Stick out your tongue and lick hard. I’m gonna face-fuck you until I cum."
Vi grinds and presses harder and harder against Jinx’s mouth and nose. At the same time, she keeps pushing back the forehead hair pinned beneath her, gripping and fisting the hair as she moves faster and rougher against her.
Jinx has no room to catch her breath at all.
She can only lick and suck harder, even if she drowns and dies the very next second.
"Ahh... Haah... Haah..." Vi lifts her hips the moment Jinx reaches her limit. Jinx finally gets to catch her breath, gasping for air uncontrollably.
Vi looks down at the sight beneath her: lashes coated in cream, eyes gummed up and half-open; a few strands of hair stuck to her face with fluids; her nose, nostrils, lips, and whole face covered in secretions, thin silver threads stretching between them.
Jinx’s mouth hangs open. While eating Vi’s pussy, she keeps thrusting her tongue inside and swallowing, some cream still hanging from her lips.
Vi can’t take it any longer. She snarls a low curse. Then she fists Jinx’s hair, shoves her head down, and grinds roughly against her again without mercy.
She lets go for a split second only when Jinx nearly chokes, letting her gasp for air, then slams right back into her without hesitation.
Jinx revels in being controlled and pinned down. Her hands grip Vi’s hips, swallowing and sucking her eagerly.
Vi’s moans grow increasingly uncontrollable, the pitch rising sharply at the end.
Jinx can tell Vi is getting close.
As Vi’s thrusts grow faster and deeper, Jinx sucks hungrily on her swollen clit, scraping it with her teeth.
"Fuck… so damn good… riding your face feels fucking perfect…" Vi’s eyes are closed, her brows tightly furrowed. "How much pussy have you eaten? You’re too damn good at it…"
Vi craves Jinx’s dirty talk right now, because she’s already so close. Just a little more friction, and she’ll fall over the edge.
But right now, Jinx’s mouth is a little too occupied.
But Jinx has other ways.
When she feels Vi’s thighs tensening, her body twitching slightly, and low gasps slipping from her throat, she knows the time is here.
Jinx releases her grip on one of Vi’s butt cheeks, extends her middle finger, and slowly pushes it into Vi’s asshole.
"Uh… ah… h-haah… haah…" Vi moans loudly, her thighs clamping tight around Jinx’s head, her body shaking violently. "Use teeth… keep going… mm…"
The stimulation from the foreign intrusion in her anus shatters Vi completely.
Her climax is intense and prolonged. Her mind goes completely blank, and primitive desires drive her body to react. Tremors course through her entire being, reaching all the way to her toes.
Jinx moves at a steady, unhurried frequency, sliding her finger slowly in and out of Vi’s asshole, calmly stirring up a wild storm.
It is only when her climax fades that Vi feels limp and numb all over, her knees trembling and twitching as she collapses.
After a moment, Vi finally finds the strength to open her eyes.
She waits until the ceiling above her stops spinning, then forces her head to the side to look at Jinx.
Her face looks utterly fucked, and she rubs her eyes carefully with one hand, trying to regain her vision.
"Stop rubbing. Use water." Vi rolls over, grabs water and a tissue, dampens it, and carefully wipes Jinx.
Vi flooded Jinx's face with so much of her juices that it dried there, taking some effort to wipe clean. Finally, she wipes Jinx’s fingers as well.
Vi’s gaze gradually sharpens as she looks at the beautiful face she just ravaged.
Jinx’s eyelashes stick together, looking even thicker. Her lips and the tip of her nose are flushed, and sticky fluid still clings to her bangs, eyebrows, and cheeks.
So pretty. Vi can’t help but stare a little longer.
Suddenly, Jinx moves her face closer. Vi flinches, jerking her neck back.
Jinx is startled by Vi’s reaction, too. She quickly explains, "I… I thought you were going to kiss me. I’m sorry…"
"Uh… it’s okay." Vi actually wants to say she only flinched because she was staring, lost in the sight of her. But she keeps it to herself.
Seeing Jinx’s tense face and furrowed brows, Vi feels a pang of guilt.
She reaches out to caress Jinx’s cheek, and Jinx leans her head over carefully. Vi’s palm continues down—neck, breast, waist, lower belly.
Finally, Vi extends two fingers, thrusting the fabric back into Jinx’s walls. Separated by the cloth, she crooks her fingers, hooking upward to find her G-spot.
The feeling of being completely filled makes Jinx gasp softly. Soon, through the thin fabric, Vi accurately locates that ridged spot, her fingertip digging in, pumping and grinding in a fast, relentless motion.
A sudden, violent surge of pleasure hits Jinx, making her cry out in startled gasps.
Vi gives her no time to let the pleasure build.
She grips Jinx's ankle, forcing her instinctively closing legs apart. As her strokes quicken, the veins in her forearm and wrist bulge and throb noticeably.
"Uh… ngh… don’t…!" Jinx reaches out, desperate to stop Vi’s quickening strokes.
"Can't take it already?" Vi chuckles, dragging out her strokes.
Yet every slowed stroke digs deeper, hitting harder.
Every deep push tugs violently at Jinx’s clit. It is a completely different kind of pleasure.
Simultaneously, Jinx is driven up against the headboard by the relentless push of Vi's hand. Every stroke sends her head knocking against the wood, paired with Jinx's breathless, undone moans.
Jinx is torn between a throbbing skull and a completely wrecked, twitching pussy. She cannot tell if the cries spilling from her lips are from pain or from pleasure.
But Vi soon makes the choice for her.
Vi cups Jinx’s head in her warm, large hand. The next second, she braces her arm and drives into the very depths, twisting and grinding deeper.
"Mm… mm…" Jinx shifts her hips to escape, but Vi covers her with her entire weight, controlling her every movement.
As her fingers drive deeper and churn inside, the fabric presses flush against Jinx’s inner walls.
When Vi pulls it out of her pussy, the fabric is thoroughly soaked through with cream and juices.
"Put it on yourself." Vi flings the soaked lingerie down onto Jinx’s stomach.
Jinx dangles it up, bringing it to her nose. "Smells good. My scent."
Then, she locks eyes with Vi, slowly sticks out her tongue, and licks up the remaining cream.
Vi’s breath grows fast and ragged. She scoffs at the provocation, letting out a dark laugh. Leaning in, she snatches the lingerie and slowly stuffs it into Jinx’s mouth.
Jinx keeps her mouth open, taking it willingly.
"This time, begging won't help you." Vi holds up two fingers, sucks them wet in her mouth, and shoves them back inside.
Finally, it is a completely unobstructed invasion.
Soon, squelching, wet noises begin to escape Jinx’s cunt. With no fabric to absorb it this time, the juices drip down the base of Vi’s fingers and pool onto the bed.
Jinx throws her head back, letting out a muffled cry as her fingers claw violently into the sheets beneath her. Physiological tears, forced out by the intense stimulation, spill helplessly from the corners of her eyes and stream down to her ears.
Vi kisses away her tears, tracing her mouth down the long, pale line of Jinx’s neck to her collarbone. She nips at her full breasts and nipples, her nose brushing over her defined ribs and down the hollow of her soft stomach, until she finally takes her clit between her lips.
Vi’s teeth graze against her clit, paired with the quick, wicked dexterity of her fingers inside, sending violent tremors through Jinx’s body. The noises leaking from her throat grow impossible to suppress, escaping in short, deflated gasps.
Vi feels every muscle in Jinx’s body lock up. She maintains the punishing speed and depth of her thrusts, sucking hard on the swollen, protruding clit before flicking it mercilessly with her tongue. Her free hand reaches up to claim her breast, ruthlessly pinning and rolling the nipple between her fingers.
Jinx’s gasps grow louder as her body grows stiffer. Her toes curl tightly in a sharp spasm, and her fingers claw frantically into the sheets.
Until the pleasure finally builds to a breaking point, and her body snaps in an instant. Swept away by the relentless wave, she crashes through peak after peak.
Jinx’s body shakes violently, the fury of this wave leaving her with no end in sight.
A raspy voice, falling tears. At the peak of a frantic climax, Jinx’s mind always flashes back to the past, suddenly flooded with a chaos of emotions.
But these memories fade along with the climax. Each time, however, they leave her with the same unspoken sorrow.
"Are you okay?" Vi kisses her swollen pussy, lifting her head from between her thighs.
"Mmh..." Jinx mumbles in response. She hasn't recovered from the aftershocks of the orgasm yet.
When Vi’s hand brushes over her clit, the intense stimulation makes Jinx squirm away.
Vi sits up against the headboard, pulls the lingerie out of Jinx’s mouth, and tosses it onto the nightstand.
Jinx wipes away the drool that dripped onto her face and asks, "Not wearing it anymore?"
Vi looks down at the girl beside her. Under the warm yellow light, Jinx’s skin is smooth, glowing softly; her face is so small Vi could hold it in one hand. Her long blue hair splayed across the white sheets, she looks as sweet and helpless as a doll.
Her blatant slutty nature always intertwines with occasional flashes of innocence, keeping Vi’s heart constantly shifting between raw lust and tenderness.
Right now, looking at the girl in front of her, Vi makes a bold decision. She decides to pretend to be a normal person, using Jinx as a way to step into the forbidden zones of her own life.
"Not anymore." Vi slowly lies down, reaching out to pull Jinx into her arms.
Jinx complies, snuggling into Vi’s embrace and wrapping her arms around Vi’s waist.
Then, Vi leans down and seals Jinx’s lips. A long, deep kiss.
She rarely does this during the post-nut clarity, when desire drops to zero. It feels just like a routine kiss—ordinary, flat, casual. But to her, it's a luxury.
In this moment, Vi can’t help but wonder: is this what being in a stable relationship feels like?
But she knows this is only so beautiful precisely because they owe each other nothing. Otherwise, her fear and resistance would bleed uncontainably from her very bones.
As the kiss deepens, Vi’s hand can’t help but wander mindlessly over Jinx’s smooth skin, tracing every inch.
"What's this?" Vi asks. At the cleft of Jinx’s ass, her fingers brush against something incredibly sticky—so thick her hand almost glues to the skin.
"The candy melted."
"What do you mean?" Vi asks, still bewildered.
"That peach-flavored candy," Jinx giggles playfully. "You said you liked it, so I melted some down." She pauses, watching Vi’s eyes glaze over, before lowering her voice to whisper every single word: "...and slathered it all over the butt plug."
Vi parts her lips, breathing softly, completely frozen in place. She does nothing but stare, her eyes locked onto the smug face in front of her.
"I washed myself so clean," Jinx pouts slightly, as if eager for praise. "Do you think I've turned all peach-flavored now, too?"
"Ah!" Jinx gasps as she is suddenly scooped up by her waist. Vi leans back against the headboard, forcefully manhandling Jinx into position—making her bend over with her ass high in the air, on her hands and knees right in front of her.
Sensing the unmistakable lust in Vi’s movements, the panic on Jinx’s face instantly morphs into triumph. She glances over her shoulder, ensuring Vi catches her provocative smirk.
Vi has no time for words.
She anchors one hand on Jinx’s ass, her thumb prying the cheeks slightly apart, while her other hand pinches the base of the butt plug, slowly coaxing it out.
As Vi pulls, Jinx's asshole stretches open, showing the thick syrup stringing and parting from her puckered skin.
The moment the thickest part of the plug hits her asshole, the muscle spasms hard, sucking the toy right back inside. A wet groan slips from the back of Jinx’s throat.
Vi watches as the thick syrup oozes out from her tight hole.
Once again, Vi drags the thickest part of the plug right back to the rim of her asshole...
Her hole spasms and sucks the plug right back inside once again. At the same time, it squeezes out the syrup melted by her body heat.
This repeats multiple times... Vi is much more patient than Jinx imagined.
This kind of teasing makes Jinx unable to stop herself from squirming her hips. She is inviting more.
"You know you're like a needy little bitch, don't you? Hm? Shaking your ass for me." Vi cups Jinx's ass cheeks in both hands and pulls them wide, admiring the perfect pink of her slit and her plugged asshole.
The syrup is already dripping down, seeping into the folds around her opening.
Vi finally can't help herself. She leans in, takes her pussy lips between her lips, and licks off the syrup clinging to them.
Then Vi’s actions turn frantic. She locks Jinx’s hips in place, swiping her tongue hard over her entire pussy, drawing soft, constant whimpers from her.
Once the dripping syrup is licked clean, Vi parts Jinx's ass cheeks. Tilting her head, she quickly flicks the tip of her tongue along the edge of the anal plug.
The sensation makes Jinx arch her back instantly, trying to pull away reflexively.
A sharp, crisp crack echoes—Vi slaps the underside of Jinx’s ass. Instantly, pink rises on her skin, and two red welts even begin to bloom.
"Did I fucking say you could move?" Vi’s voice rasps.
Jinx sinks back down, but still wiggles her ass at Vi.
"Like it?" Vi asks with a smirk, caressing her red-stung ass cheeks.
"Yeah," Jinx admits, looking back at Vi without hesitation.
Another loud crack rings out, and Jinx lets out a soft gasp. Her ass cheeks flush even redder, with several more red welts blooming.
"You’re such a fucking natural slut…" Vi kneads the instantly welted ass cheeks hard, watching them shift into all kinds of shapes under her hand.
Once Vi has her fill of kneading her, she leans back against the headboard. Keeping her hands on Jinx's waist, she pulls her astride her, positioning Jinx's hips right in front of her face so she can play with her at her own pace.
Vi pulls the plug out slightly, stretches out her tongue, and licks away the sticky syrup dripping down.
Then, she keeps pulling steadily. The widest part of the plug stretches the entrance, which twitches and contracts visibly right before her eyes. But Vi does not let go.
Jinx breathes carefully, letting out small, faint whimpers. The feeling of having her asshole stretched so wide fills her with a raw, physical shame. After all, it feels exactly like she is taking a shit.
Either let go or pull it all the way out—just don't leave it wedged halfway like this. Jinx is desperate to beg Vi, but she knows Vi is doing this on purpose.
"Push it out yourself," Vi's command follows immediately.
"No—" Jinx begs, "pull it out for me."
Vi refuses. She holds just enough tension to keep the plug from getting sucked back inside. As for how it comes out—she waits for Jinx to put on a show.
Jinx relaxes her muscles as much as she can, resisting the involuntary contractions. Then she holds her breath, trying to open her asshole and push the plug out.
But she fails.
As she fights against her physical reactions, a strange, dirty heat stirs deep inside her, igniting a raw, desperate lust.
Instead, this forces a heavy string of clear slick from her pussy, dripping right onto Vi’s chest.
Vi’s laughter rings out behind her. "Gonna come just from trying to shit it out?"
Jinx turns uncharacteristically indignant, her voice breaking into a whiny protest. "Help me!"
Vi watches Jinx finally crack into that rare, bratty frustration, and a sharp surge of indulgent affection softens her chest.
"Alright, alright," Vi agrees easily, but she's still got other ideas. "Get down there and eat me out."
Jinx obediently leans down and spreads Vi’s legs.
When Jinx sees how wet Vi is beneath her, her pussy creamy with fluid, she snorts. She turns back and taunts, "Gonna come just from watching?"
Jinx’s ass takes Vi’s third slap right on cue. It lands lightly—a warning to shut her up for seeing right through her.
"Eat," Vi orders, spreading her legs wider.
Jinx huffs, buries her face between Vi’s legs, and starts eating her out like she’s starving.
Vi's head snaps back as she stares blankly at the ceiling, completely dazed by the pleasure surging from below. The pale, round ass swaying right in front of her face is a silent reminder of her own duty.
Vi props herself up, one hand steadying Jinx’s ass, and slowly pulls the plug out with the other.
The moment the thickest part passes the opening, her muscles clamp down, popping the plug right out of her.
The hole twitches and shrinks, and before it can close, Vi presses the tip of her tongue inside, flicking and swirling against the sensitive walls.
Sickly sweet syrup, warmed by the body heat...
It doesn’t take long for Vi to lick clean every bit of syrup she can reach.
The moment her tongue pulls back, the hole snaps shut. Vi stares hungrily at the two flushed openings right in front of her, the sight making her swallow hard.
She can almost feel the peach-flavored syrup lingering in her mouth, sliding all the way down her throat.
"Look at me," Vi orders, her breath coming out in a heavy exhale.
"Hmm?" Jinx looks back over her shoulder, looking completely confused.
The next second, the plug—still sticky with leftover syrup—is shoved straight into Jinx’s mouth.
"Now all three of your holes taste like peach." With that, Vi buries her tongue deep inside Jinx’s pussy, her thumb rapidly working her clit.
With Vi’s tongue darting quickly in and out, Jinx licks fiercely at the plug filling her mouth, muffled moans vibrating in her throat. Vi is dead set on forcing a second orgasm out of her.
Jinx slips two fingers into Vi’s pussy as well, pumping them fast. A sharp moan escapes Vi behind her—exactly what Jinx is hoping for.
The raw pleasure ripping through them drives them to fuck harder and faster. It just keeps building, piling higher and higher...
"Mm… Vi… I’m gonna cum…" Jinx gasps out as the plug slips out of her mouth.
"I’m close too… ahh…" Vi’s breath hitches, shattering completely.
Then someone breaks first, letting out a wild cry. A second later, their mixed groans and whimpers flood the small room, echoing endlessly.
Jinx collapses onto Vi, completely spent from the orgasm.
Vi slumps weakly against the headboard. She blindly grabs an ankle beside her, tilting her head to plant a soft kiss on the sole of the foot. They just lie there, breathing quietly together.
Once the feeling returns to Vi’s numb limbs, she takes Jinx by the arm and helps her sit up against the headboard.
Their eyes meet, and they share a soft smile.
They should probably get up, shower, and head home, but instead, they just stay there, tangled up and leaning against each other.
Vi idly plays with Jinx’s pinky finger. She hooks it with her index, lets it drop loose, and then does it all over again.
The room, heavy with the smell of sweat, sex, and peaches, is completely still now.
"Did I make you feel good? Are you happy?" Jinx asks. Her expression is so dead serious that there’s not a hint of post-coital teasing in her voice.
"Of course you did. You were amazing," Vi says, but she senses a sudden, fragile shift in Jinx’s posture. She can’t be sure.
Jinx lets out a relieved breath. "Good. It’s my first time doing this with anyone. I’m glad you liked it."
Vi’s eyes widen. "Are you serious? You’ve never done this before?"
"Mm… I’ve only ever touched myself," Jinx whispers. Her mood suddenly drops, and she glances at Vi nervously.
Vi thinks the look on Jinx’s face right now goes beyond just being sad—it’s pure heartbreak.
But a second later, Jinx is suddenly back to normal. She raises an eyebrow, smirks, and says, "Maybe like you said, I was just born this way, a…"
"Hey!" Vi cuts her off before the word can be said. "It’s just… uh… something to set the mood in certain situations. I don’t mean it, okay? I don’t want you to feel bad."
Vi has no idea why she is suddenly catching feelings. They are only supposed to be a physical thing, after all. Is it because the flash of pain in Jinx’s eyes just now is too sharp to look at?
Jinx finds comfort in Vi. She lets her mask fall once more, dropping her usual smile. She lowers her head, leaning into Vi’s shoulder.
This is the last time. Don’t cross the line again. Vi keeps telling herself, over and over.
Whatever has Jinx down doesn't matter. They’re just fuck buddies. No more complications.
Vi doesn’t expect a miracle to happen to her, to cure her emotional sickness.
Even if being with Jinx gives Vi an undeniable sexual thrill, she cannot mistake a chaotic heartbeat for real feelings.
"Want to take a shower together?" Jinx asks lazily.
"Okay." Vi stands up and reaches out to pull Jinx to her feet. They head into the bathroom.
They stand so close now, making the height difference between them all the sharper for Vi.
Jinx’s head barely reaches Vi’s chin. It makes sense—in bed, Vi already knows how easily her hands span Jinx’s waist.
Water slightly cooler than body temperature pours down over their heads. Jinx’s blue hair, soaked through, clings to her cheeks and back. Pale eyelashes bead with moisture, thickening and framing her eyes, making them look all the deeper.
Vi cannot help but look into her blue eyes, searching for the secrets hidden within—the secrets that haunt her.
"What are you staring at?" Jinx feels the subtle weight of Vi's gaze. She looks up curiously, meeting her eyes.
"Nothing." Vi averts her eyes awkwardly, then lowers her head to run her hands over Jinx’s body under the running water.
But as Vi’s hand reaches between Jinx’s thighs, washing away the lingering traces of their sex, Jinx suddenly recoils with a sharp gasp of pain.
"What’s wrong?" Vi asks, jolting in panic.
"It… hurts a little." Jinx winces, the corner of her mouth tightening as if the pain still lingers.
"Let me see." Vi steadies Jinx carefully, easing her down onto the edge of the bathtub.
Vi kneels down, parts her pussy lips, and finds a tiny tear at the bottom of the opening, where raw flesh and streaks of blood are visible.
"Oh… you’re hurt here," Vi says, her eyes full of guilt. "I was too careless. I didn’t know you were—"
"It’s okay," Jinx cuts her off. "It doesn’t hurt unless it’s touched." She starts to stand up.
But Vi presses her back down.
Jinx looks at her, confused, but Vi stays silent.
Finally, Vi speaks. Her words come fast, her voice heavy with reckless resignation.
"Why do you do all this? I don't get it. I can tell you're not just looking for someone to get off with, but I can't figure out what you really want."
Vi lifts her head, looking into Jinx’s eyes. They hold no desire.
Even when they are in bed and Jinx is at her most seductive, Vi can still tell that's not what she's here for.
What is it that makes her give away her virginity so recklessly to a stranger?
She even deliberately hides this fact, actively pushing Vi into doing all kinds of depraved things.
This is by no means a good way to spend a first time.
"Are you not happy fucking me?" Jinx’s voice is faint, completely toneless.
Vi’s lips twitch, a breath catching in her chest. "…Happy, but…"
"I’m really happy too, honestly," Jinx smiles, brushing away the wet hair stuck to Vi’s forehead. "It’s just a small tear. It’ll get easier the more it's done. You don’t have to blame yourself."
Jinx reduces Vi’s concern and care down to mere guilt over hurting her. That serves as a blunt reminder to Vi that she shouldn’t have asked so many questions.
And the questions Vi throws out also remind Jinx: what she's here to do to herself has not been finished yet…
Vi is pulled up to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Jinx tilts her head, admiring Vi’s water-soaked body. Droplets keep pooling in the valleys of her muscles, then sliding down her skin.
Vi is beautiful, and Jinx figures she isn’t losing out on this.
Then, she slowly brings her face close, offering her lips to Vi.
As the kiss deepens, Jinx's hand brushes over Vi's breasts, sliding lower to touch her between her legs. It's still wet and slick, and Jinx begins to work her fingers against her.
"Again?" Vi breaks the kiss, asking with a hint of hesitation. Her eyes drop straight to Jinx's wound, clearly worried.
"I'll do you," Jinx says. She stands up to grab the showerhead, then drops to her knees in front of Vi.
Then, she turns on the showerhead, running the warm water straight over Vi’s clit.
The intense pressure of the water stream is enough to bring pure pleasure, let alone Jinx's fingers working deep inside her. Vi can't help but throw her head back, bracing herself with one hand on the far edge of the tub, spreading her legs to take it all in.
Even though this is already the third time tonight, Vi's pleasure still builds fast. Jinx shifts the showerhead aside from time to time, using her lips and tongue to wrap around and stimulate her clit.
The warmth inside Jinx's mouth is a little cooler than the water, and the shift in temperature only makes Vi more sensitive. Soon, she can't help but beg Jinx to work her mouth and fingers harder, faster.
Steam fills the bathroom, and water beads along the ceiling. The mist blurs Vi’s vision. She stares up blindly, waiting for the wave to crash over her.
Jinx sees the muscles inside Vi’s thighs twitch and tighten nonstop—a dead giveaway that she is on the brink.
But she stops her fingers from moving inside Vi’s pussy.
"Want to pee?" Jinx cranks up the water temperature, blasting the hot stream right against Vi’s pussy.
"Hm?" Vi looks down, looking at Jinx in confusion.
Jinx moves the showerhead away, flicking her tongue gently over Vi’s slit. "Can you feel that?" Then, she keeps running the hot water over her, steadily. "It feels amazing to piss when you cum. Wanna try?"
"N‑no… don’t…" She’s never done anything like this, and pissing herself… it’s just too fucking humiliating. "Just do it normally. I’m already so close…"
"No," Jinx refuses sharply. "I wanna watch you piss." Her tone is colder than ever, making it clear she won’t do a single thing unless Vi gives in.
The pleasure coiling inside Vi makes her burn with need. And then there's the sight of Jinx kneeling before her—her body curled on the cramped bathroom floor, her tongue still teasing relentlessly, and that beautiful, innocent face looking up at her.
"But… it’ll get on you…" Vi starts to crack.
"I’ll just wash it off. We’re already in the shower anyway." Jinx’s reply sounds perfectly reasonable.
Vi takes a deep breath. She knows all too well that her sanity is being washed away by lust, and she can’t stop it.
She wordlessly reaches down, her fingers slowly rubbing her own clit, silently signaling to Jinx that she can begin.
As Jinx’s fingers push inside again, thrusting, the familiar pleasure builds fast.
The showerhead keeps rushing over her pussy, the warm water giving Vi a wave of comfort. She leans back again, hands bracing the opposite edge of the tub, her body tensing up.
"Jinx…" Vi murmurs, her hips arching involuntarily.
The showerhead rests in the tub. Jinx teases Vi’s clit and her urethral opening with one finger, her other hand fucking her steadily. "I’m here, Vi."
As an uncontrollable moan tears from her, Jinx watches a small trickle leak from Vi’s urethral opening. But not much.
Vi still fights her body’s resistance. After all, control over her bladder is hardwired as a reflex. Right now, she has to willingly surrender control of her body.
Finally, as the climax crashes over her, Vi lets her body go.
The stream of piss gushes out, splattering thick and fast onto Jinx’s face and body with each quick, rough motion.
Jinx opens her mouth, letting the stream shoot straight into it. At the same time, the tip of her tongue flicks gently around Vi’s urethral opening.
Vi begins to moan violently, even letting out sharp roars. She realizes exactly what Jinx is doing.
Even though the shower water roars loudly, Vi still hears the echo of fluid bursting inside Jinx’s mouth, along with occasional swallowing sounds.
Vi feels her core trembling, and panic sweeps over her. But the crashing wave always overwhelms all her senses. Right now, she is powerless to stop it.
This climax lasts for a very long time, so long that Vi’s arms lose all strength and her upper body leans back against the wall.
When the fluid spraying from Vi finally stops, Jinx swallows the last of it. Then, she licks the few remaining drops on the urethral opening.
Her hand is still stroking roughly, helping Vi through the climax until she goes still.
Jinx steps into the bathtub, carefully supports Vi, and helps her lie down inside too.
The shower, left running the whole time, has already filled the tub with warm water. Enveloped in the heat, Vi slowly regains some feeling in her limbs.
She turns her head back, finds Jinx’s lips, and kisses them blindly, biting and tearing at them.
"Nnh!" Jinx flinches in pain, turning her head aside to dodge. She looks back at Vi in some confusion, only to meet a burning glare that makes her unable to move.
Vi’s gaze is naked, without any disguise, as if it is about to burst into flames and burn Jinx to ashes.
She urgently kisses Jinx’s neck, chest, and the lower belly already submerged in the water.
As her close kisses fall, Vi buries her face in the water, sucking at Jinx's clit while reaching her fingers into her vagina.
Jinx can’t help but catch her breath, grabbing Vi’s hair. The small tear on the edge of her opening still hurts a bit, and she tensely waits for Vi’s movement to insert.
But after touching her hole a few times, Vi's hand stops, and she turns to move up to knead her clit.
Vi finely kisses the pale, soft skin before her, gradually lifting her head so Jinx can see clearly the desire in her eyes.
The water in the bathtub accumulates more and more, gradually passing over Jinx’s shoulders. Vi’s movements stir up waves of water, from time to time surging over Jinx’s chin, wetting her lips and cheeks.
Wrapped in warm water, it feels like returning to the womb, making one unable to help but blank out. Lust spreads out in the water, and Jinx’s arms continuously wrap around Vi’s neck to keep from being submerged by the water.
She isn’t sure whether the coming orgasm will make her accidentally slip down. But Vi seems to give her a definite answer.
Vi slowly leans her body down, and together with Jinx, completely submerges in the water.
Fingers speed up kneading, without allowing any explanation, forcing out the climax.
The stripping away of oxygen, the danger of drowning, the ultimate pleasure…
Jinx twitches and writhes underwater. Rolling her eyes back, blankly sensing the dazzling light underwater, she cannot open her mouth to make a single sound…
Her blue hair rolls and spreads like seaweed, coiling around herself and also coiling around Vi.
"Hah… hah… hah…" Jinx is scooped up by Vi, gasping for breath.
Vi wipes the remaining water from Jinx’s face, letting her open her eyes. Jinx’s blue eyes are now slightly bloodshot.
"You okay?" Vi brushes the hair back from Jinx’s forehead.
"Yeah," Jinx nods, then grins. "Want a bath? Or another round?"
"I’m older—not like you. I’m already wiped out," Vi raises an eyebrow, savoring tonight. Then, pretending it’s nothing, she adds, "Some other time."
Jinx smiles, noncommittal.
When they finally finish bathing, Vi collapses back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. Jinx lingers by the bedside, making no move to lie down.
"I… I should go back to my dorm," Jinx says hesitantly.
"Huh? It’s that late?" Vi looks surprised, having expected Jinx to stay the night.
"Yeah… I have some stuff to do tomorrow."
"Alright, I’ll walk you back." Vi stands, reaching for her clothes.
"What's this?" Jinx asks, already dressed, waiting for Vi to get her stuff together. After all, there’s no reason for Vi to stay the night at the hotel if Jinx isn’t going to be here.
"Bought you a vibrator. Shame we didn’t get to use it," Vi says, handing it to Jinx. "Take it back to your dorm. It’s a quiet one."
Jinx studies the small object in front of her. The shaft is designed to go inside and vibrate, with an extra arm to stimulate the clit.
"Alright. I'll record myself using it for you."
What used to be confined to text and online dirty talk now comes right out of Jinx’s mouth. Vi feels strangely caught off guard, and for a moment, she has no idea how to respond.
Glancing at the faint, stiff nubs through Jinx’s top, Vi drapes her jacket over Jinx’s shoulders.
The school isn’t far, and they take their time, walking side by side.
The whole way there, Vi’s mind is racing.
Should I ask her when we can meet next? Did she even enjoy it? Probably not… It was her first time, and I hurt her. Fuck. And I took it way too far…
Worse yet, Vi realizes she just can't keep her eyes off Jinx.
Jinx walks a bit slowly, not bouncing and skipping like she did when they entered the hotel room. Jinx’s hair, fluffy and a little wild after being washed and dried, is left uncombed. Jinx’s body in that oversized, swallowing jacket…
Jinx. Jinx. Jinx. Damn it. She is everywhere.
And the girl filling Vi’s head walks with her head bowed, silent, lost in her own thoughts.
"We’re here! Thanks for walking me back." Jinx’s eyes are suddenly bright, as if she has snapped back to life.
"It’s the least I can do." More words catch and lodge in Vi’s throat. She can't bring herself to say them—and she doesn't dare to, either.
"Bye for now." Jinx slips off the jacket and holds it out to Vi, giving a little wave.
"Bye," Vi replies, forcing a proper, formal response.
*****
The exhaustion from the relentless sex at least allows Vi a dreamless sleep through this final, difficult night.
Checking the location Felicia sent last night on her phone, Vi finally shows up at the restaurant entrance, late but there.
They must have been waiting forever…
Vi dreads this meeting from the bottom of her heart, dragging her feet for the longest time before she finally makes up her mind to leave.
Ding.
Her phone buzzes with a message.
Vi expects it to be Felicia hurrying her. But it’s not. It’s Jinx.
"Wanna meet up tonight?"
Jinx rarely asks so directly; she usually hides behind her own twisted brand of flirting.
Still, Jinx’s sudden invitation sends a thrill through her. If she can just get through this lunch, everything is fine. Fucking Jinx blurs all her troubles away.
"Sure," Vi replies instantly, then drags her feet slowly up the steps to the restaurant entrance.
"I’ve got the vibrator inside me. Maybe you can turn it on remotely."
Fuck. Does she have to be this shameless every single time? Vi can’t help but slump against the doorframe, closing her eyes for a moment. Then, she opens the toy's app on her phone and slides the intensity up.
Then, she waits for Jinx to respond.
Ding.
A photo arrives on Vi’s phone: nothing worn beneath the skirt, white cream oozing out, the vibrating toy inserted inside her body, and an anal plug—licked clean the night before—lodged in her asshole.
Ding.
Another message comes in: "It got all over my clothes... I want you. See you tonight."
Vi zooms in on the photo and looks closely. She feels a sudden heat pooling in her lower belly.
No. She can’t delay any longer. Wrap this lunch up quickly, then do what she wants to do.
A surge of courage rushes through Vi, prompting her to straighten up and push open the restaurant door.
It's the lunch rush, and the place buzzes with chatter.
Vi pauses in the doorway, scanning the crowd for Felicia—looking for the purple hair she remembers.
But a familiar shock of blue hair catches Vi’s eye.
Smooth and soft, it is braided into two plaits that hang long down her chest—nothing like the frizzy mess from last night.
Felicia sits right beside her.
Vi is rooted to the spot, a steady ringing blasting in her ears.
She stands stone-still for so long that the restaurant gradually quietens down, and people turn to look at her.
Among them is Jinx.
The moment Jinx sees Vi, her first reaction is shock—shock that Vi is even here.
Before a smile can unconsciously form, she completely takes in the deathly pale look on Vi’s face.
In an instant, Jinx’s pupils begin to tremble visibly. Her entire body goes stiff, as if Death is tightening its grip around her throat.
Right then, Felicia spots Vi as well.
"Violet, over here."
She wields the sword granted by fate, skewering both Vi and Jinx upon its blade.