The old gym smelled the same.
Dust, rubber, wood — the scent of beginnings.
This was where Yana had once fumbled her way through her first crab pose, awkward and breathless in front of her busty coach....
— “Damn… what the hell did you inject in here?” — Mei Lin muttered half-joking, fingers pressing into the unnatural bounce.
Yana smirked, licking her lips slowly.
— “You should’ve seen me, Lin. I fucking destroyed that girl.”
She shifted her weight to the side, made the booty pop even harder.
— “Swear to God, it was like a scene from some trashy soap opera. Good thing I didn’t break a nail. I was feral.”
Mei Lin blinked, torn between concern and pure entertainment.
The story sounded really weird.
But as she looked at Yana — her surgically sculpted protégé, still sweating, glowing, radiating raw energy — she couldn’t help but grin.
“Shit… I really raised a dangerous little bitch,” she thought, a strange wave of pride tightening in her huge chest.