Kaguya stood outside the devastated room, clenching her fists at her sides. Her face maintained its usual serene expression, but internally... she was an absolute mess.
She had been forced to put on a mask to block out the unbearably strong smell of sex that permeated the air. But even with the physical barrier, her vampiric senses picked up everything with painful clarity. The residual heat of Sapphire and Vergil's energy still vibrated in the air like an electric current, as if every atom around them bore the imprint of the raw desire that was overflowing from there.
Her heart beat fast, a purely instinctive reaction to what she had witnessed - and heard - for hours. She couldn't be wrong: she had witnessed something that went beyond the limits of ordinary human desire. It was primitive. Wild. A frenzy that she couldn't even fully process.
And what was worse?
She was turned on.
It was impossible not to be.
