Murakami stood panting. She patted her cheeks and tried to catch her breath. She seems to be getting too worked up. She provoked Asia. Although she wasn't sure if she could hold out any longer—the Kitty was too good! So, it was great that the instructor intervened, otherwise Murakami would have gotten off with a broken rib at least. At most, she would have spent a couple of months in the hospital passed out.

- Wait...! Me...! In the locker room!.. - Suddenly, Asia shouted from somewhere on the side where her comrades had dragged her, - yes, I'm coming!..

Murakami slightly lowered her head to the side. Who did Asia tell this to? Her? Or one of the comrades? However, these questions immediately flew out of her head when the girl felt the intense angry gaze of the instructor, who was looking down at her with folded arms.

- "Not for long," you say? What's your dan? Or did you put on a special show here to scare away all the new students here?

- What? I don't know... - Murakami was confused. She had never been certified, so she had no idea how to classify what she could do. And anyway, this is an elementary level, why is everyone looking at her like that?

Murakami sat on a bench in the locker room and wiped her wet hair with a towel with a sigh, having previously washed quickly in the shower.

- That's it, don't come to this group anymore, - she recalled the recent words of the instructor, - you have a talent, go to our master, let him decide.

Although Murakami nodded, she did not plan to go to any masters. She actually joined the club purely to have an excuse to admire the Kitty and nothing else. However, she really got too excited today, feeling the rage of the fight.

It had been a long time since she had experienced such a thing. She remembered Asia's words when she was being led away. I wonder if she's finished yet. Murakami really wanted to talk to her!

There were about ten other girls in the locker room besides Murakami. Some of them ran into the shower, others dried their hair with a hairdryer, and some were already ready to leave and were looking for their shoes, which were displayed in a row at the entrance. Gradually, the room emptied, and Murakami was left alone. She had already pulled on her jeans and a white loose T-shirt with a drawing of a beautiful building built by a famous architect whose work she loved and respected. A few drops of water fell from her hair onto her T-shirt, leaving pale blue spots. Murakami was too lazy to use a hair dryer, so she continued to slowly wipe her hair, which consciously dragged her time. Maybe Asia has already left, and there is no point in waiting for her? The girl drank water from the cooler, and disappeared into the toilet. From behind the door, she heard someone rushing into the locker room, and then water began to drip heavily in the shower. Murakami came out of the bathroom and, after washing her hands, suddenly realized that she had left her purple hoodie in the hallway, on the coat hangers. She came out of the locker room and almost bumped into a handsome guy who was either standing there or just strolling. They bowed politely and parted, nothing much. Murakami thoughtfully took off her hoodie from the hanger, trying to figure out where she could have seen this guy, and finally it dawned on her: it was Asia who was sitting with him on a date! It's her boyfriend! Then maybe the words that the Kitty was shouting were addressed to him, and that's why he's walking around here? Murakami bit her lip in frustration. Well, okay, they already managed to "talk" with their fists today — what else do Murakami need? And she pushed open the door to the locker room, wanting to pick up her things and leave. A girl was sitting on a bench in only black panties and was quickly rubbing her head with a towel, as if it would instantly dry her black hair.

- There is a hair dryer ... - Murakami said perplexedly, closing the door behind her, - they work, the girls before that…

The girl gasped loudly in surprise and jumped to her feet as quickly as a frightened cat, staring at Murakami. The towel fell off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful, neat breasts with brown-pink nipples. Kitty.

- M-murakami! - She exclaimed, either joyfully or in surprise, and, blushing, picked up a towel, covering herself. Murakami could feel her face turning red. She wasn't actually thinking of staring! So she immediately turned her gaze to her backpack, which was standing near the locker rooms and moved towards it. She politely replied:

- Yes, hello, Asia.

Kitty is clearly in a hurry — it seems Murakami's guesses were correct. Meanwhile, she sat down on the bench again, continuing to wipe her wet hair.

- Hi… And I thought you were gone.…

Murakami shuddered slightly.

- No, I'm just going to. I'll be going soon.

- What? Where to? – for some reason, Asia caught herself, - do you have any plans for the evening?

- No, no... - the girl answered in perplexity, sitting on a bench next to her, and looked at Asia with interest, - and you have a meeting now, right? When I came in you were in such a hurry…

The girl gasped and suddenly buried her face in the towel, embarrassed:

- My reason for rushing has already disappeared, so no, I don't have any plans…

Asia ran to the locker room as if she was being chased by a pack of angry monkeys. Damn grandfather delayed them so much! What if Murakami has already left?! And indeed, when she jumped into the locker room, she saw that no one was there, and rushed into the shower. She couldn't have met her all sweaty and smelly! She flew out of the shower and began to rub her hair furiously, wondering where she had put the phone. She can still catch up with her if she just recently left the club! Therefore, the magnetic voice that suddenly rang out from behind her made her jump on the spot. Murakami! She hasn't left yet! However, she suddenly felt wildly ashamed that she was standing here in her underpants. It was also so inopportunely remembered that she had fantasized about her literally last night! Heat flooded Asia's face.

And it seems that Murakami already wants to leave? How can she delay her?! Would the goddess refuse to go for a walk with her?! After all, if she doesn't have any plans like Asia, then…

- Are you sure? – Murakami suddenly clarified with doubt in her voice, glancing at Asia, - are you sure you don't need to go anywhere?

Asia frowned. Is Murakami rejecting her like that? But Asia is not going to give up.

- No, I'm telling you! And anyway, - she suddenly turned to Murakami, boldly looking into her eyes, - what was it today?! You're not just a beginner!

Murakami gasped and laughed.

- Yes, it's not "simple", that's for sure. But I have no desire to develop in this…

Asia moved closer in excitement, even forgetting that she was wearing only panties and a towel:

- Why?! You have a clear talent!..

- Well, um... am I just... lazy?

Asia almost fell off the bench.

Murakami clicked her tongue. She spoke reluctantly:

- These sports are too much... contact. I'm too unused to looking eye to eye, mixing breaths and rubbing up against so many unfamiliar people.

Murakami made a two-finger eye-to-eye gesture as she spoke. Asia rubbed her chin, thinking about her words.

- It's true! – she stated in surprise, slamming her fist into her palm, - if you really are not comfortable, then it's better to find something else to do!

And Asia will be calmer this way! Otherwise, she would not have been able to bear it, knowing that her goddess was being thrown on the mats by some women and men! Murakami, meanwhile, smiled and nodded.

- Thank you for your understanding, senior student, secret tea master!

- Hey, and I'm not secret at all, - Asia pouted, rubbing her hair more intensively, - I'll make you such tea, you'll rock!

Murakami laughed.

- Good!

And she suddenly offered, taking pity on the poor hair that this overly active girl had already ruffled:

- Do you want me to help you with the hair dryer?

- Oh, yes, - Asia immediately replied, and stared at Murakami with her brilliant green eyes.

Murakami thought that the wire from the hair dryer was long enough for them to sit quietly on the bench, but unfortunately, it only reached the snow-white washbasins, which stood right there to dry themselves and look at the mirror hanging above them.

Asia, with a strange sinking of her heart, leaned her pubis against the cool granite countertop, placing her palms on it. Murakami stood behind her and gently dried her hair, directing a warm stream onto the black strands. Asia couldn't take eyes off her concentrated reflection in the mirror. Chiseled facial features, perfect skin, not a single flaw, and those beautiful eyes.…

Murakami, on the other hand, was completely focused on Asia's hair, which she thought would at least take a comb, and Murakami would direct streams of hot air onto her hair. However, Asia just leaned on the countertop, completely unabashed by her perfect round buttocks, which could not hide her thin black panties. She just stood there, doing nothing. And Murakami realized that it looked like both of them weren't that good at professional drying. She had short hair herself, and it usually dried naturally. In general, Murakami, who suggested it herself, approached the issue seriously, concentrating on the Kitty's hair. She carefully ran her fingers through the strands, carefully drying each one. And she got so carried away with the process that she involuntarily began massaging Asia's head, trying to evenly dry her thick hair. And at some point, she even accidentally pulled on slightly tangled strands. Asia suddenly gasped. Murakami shuddered, coming to her senses.

- Are you okay?

- Y-yes... - Asia muttered a little hoarsely, - if you want, you can do it again…

Murakami flared up:

- I didn't do it on purpose!