Chapter 26 – A Small Change

Lyon was more or less tired.  

The trip had been… intense. Eighteen minutes of almost uninterrupted activity had left his legs weak and his back lightly marked by Cya’s nails.  

Besides, the residual scent left inside the car was impossible to ignore: a thick mix of her fluids with his own sweat.  

A dense, warm, almost animal aroma.  

Cya seemed to love it.  

She inhaled it every now and then, almost without realizing, with her head still close to his shoulder.  

The driver, seeing through the mirror that they were already separated and with their pants pulled up, let out a sigh she tried to hide.  

Lyon was a mess. His shirt and pants stuck to him, shiny in some places from all of Cya’s juices.  

She, on the other hand, had her clothes a little disheveled, the shirt poorly buttoned and her hair tousled, but the disaster they had just made wasn’t as obvious on her.  

Cya straightened her back and spoke in a serious tone:  

“Take care of bringing simple clothes for a guy.”  

The driver turned her head slightly.  

“Sizes, leader?”  

Cya looked at Lyon.  

He cleared his throat and gave his measurements in a low voice.  

The driver nodded, took out her phone and made a quick call.  

Then she turned again.  

“I’ll step out for a moment, leader.”  

“All right.”  

The door closed and the car fell silent.  

For a few seconds neither of them spoke.  

Then Cya leaned in and rested her head on Lyon’s shoulder.  

“…Sorry,” she murmured.  

Lyon looked down at her.  

“For what?”  

“Because of me… now your clothes are like this.”  

Lyon let out a low laugh, tired but genuine.  

“These things happen when two people have sex, Cya. It’s not that big a deal.”  

She stayed quiet for a moment.  

“Looks like you have quite a bit of experience then…”  

Lyon laughed again, this time a little more nervous.  

“Actually… this was my first time.”  

Cya lifted her head all at once. Her red eyes opened a little wider than normal.  

“Really?”  

“Yes.”  

Cya couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  

Had Lyon really not done this with any other girl in all this time?  

Sometimes she heard her fellow hunters brag about the countless girls they went out with every weekend…  

Even in their unpleasant family gatherings, that was the topic her cousins and brothers touched on the most…  

That was why Cya had assumed that every guy over 18 would have already had at least three relationships with different girls.  

And if it was a trick of Lyon’s?  

‘No… that doesn’t make sense…,’ Cya thought.  

There was a brief silence until she said:  

“…Mine too,” Cya admitted, lower. “In everything.”  

Lyon smiled sideways.  

“Then you could say we both lost our virginity today.”  

Those words hit Cya hard.  

Cya lowered her gaze. Her expression turned a little sad.  

“I can’t believe then that I didn’t manage to make you come even once…”  

If they were both on equal footing, was she that bad at it?  

Maybe she needed more practice?  

“I already told you it’s complicated,” Lyon answered.  

“I’m going to research for the next time we do it,” Cya replied with complete seriousness. “To do it better.”  

Cya was a very competitive person in everything, so she couldn’t allow a defeat like that.  

Lyon stayed still, confused.  

‘…The next time? Is she seriously thinking of doing it again?’  

Inside his head, the voice was very, very quiet.  

Not a single mockery. Not a single complaint. Not even a dramatic sigh.  

Just silence.  

For once, Lyon was grateful for that silence, even if it was strange.  

Too strange.  

Lyon smiled a little and carefully stroked Cya’s hair.  

“Well… get ready then. Next time I’ll also do something better than today.”  

Cya blushed slightly. A soft color rose to her cheeks, but she didn’t pull her head away from his shoulder.  

‘So you’re competitive too…,’ Cya thought.  

Knock, knock.  

The driver knocked on the door before opening it, clearly as a warning in case they were… doing it again.  

The door opened and she showed several large bags.  

Lyon’s eyes widened.  

There was everything: formal clothes, casual, sportswear, even a couple of jackets.  

It wasn’t a provisional and simple change like he had expected. It was a complete wardrobe in bags.  

‘Of course… I’m with Cya,’ Lyon thought.  

Cya looked at the bags and then at him.  

“You can throw away whatever doesn’t fit you.”  

Lyon shook his head.  

‘This girl and her urge to throw everything away…,’ he thought, annoyed.  

“I’ll keep everything. But for now… I’ll put on the sports clothes.”  

Lyon started taking off the sticky shirt and the driver, understanding, closed the door from outside and stayed waiting to give them privacy.  

Lyon noticed that Cya wasn’t getting out of the car; instead she stayed looking at him for a second, with the shirt half off.  

“…Do you want to see me naked?” Lyon asked, half joking.  

Cya looked away a little and her cheeks burned again.  

“…Yes,” she admitted, in a very low voice.  

For some reason, even though the heat of the moment had already passed, right now Cya didn’t want to move away from Lyon.