Genus’s Interpretation of the Limiter

Clean light streamed into the room. Meikyō changed out of his sweat-soaked training clothes, revealing a lean, muscular body. "How did it feel?" Genus held a steaming cup of coffee and asked as he drank. "Not bad. It had some effect, but the duration was a little short." Meikyō paid no attention to Mosquito Girl's unabashed gaze. He took a towel from her, wiped himself down, and changed back into his usual clothes.