After their little room tour and shower session, Neraxis and Evangeline made their way downstairs, their fingers interlocked.
Evangeline's face was still pretty flushed, but at least he had cleaned her thoroughly... which took a bit of time, given how deep he had gotten inside her.
Aside from that, Neraxis could feel that his parents were not too far away—As if both of them were speeding back home.
But he didn't have to wonder for long—soon, their cars pulled into the driveway. With hurried steps, both of them ran inside, his mother leading the way.
"Yeaaaaaah! Roskaris, I told you to prepare thoroughly, or else I'd beat you!" Sophia stated with a taunt. "Or maybe... you're just too old now?"
"I'm only a year older than you, Sophia," Roskaris grumbled. "Plus, look at it this way—if I hadn't knocked you up, then we wouldn't be having this race in the first place!"
"True." Sophia nodded as if just realizing something, before glancing toward Neraxis and Evangeline.
