I'm Cumming on the Women of the Deserted Island

After eating my rice bowl for a while, I scooped up a spoonful of soup.

Slurp.

The savory aroma and subtle sweetness of the roasted shrimp shells had steeped into the warm broth.

It washed my mouth clean.

The fluffy breadfruit rice went down much more smoothly with the soup, too.

A bite of rice.

A piece of meat.

A sip of warm shrimp soup.

"Haaah──."

A sigh escaped me...