Leon's POV
The fifth day of the Sword Festival came to a close, with Tris carving her way to the Quarter Finals. That meant there was a real possibility we'd clash in battle soon—whether in the Quarters, the Semis, or maybe even in the Finals, where everything would be on the line.
"Congratulations, Trill! You won!" Titania squealed, rushing over and wrapping her arms tightly around Trill. Their breasts pressed together, soft and yielding, a tantalizing sight that was impossible to ignore.
"Thank you," Trill said, flashing a triumphant smile. "Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd pull through. My opponent was pretty strong."
"Oh, please, don't even try that fake humility. You didn't even break a sweat!" Titania teased, a playful pout on her lips.
