The Disciplinary Committee Isn't an Onahole Department! (1)

“Thanks for the meal!”

“...Didn't you eat too quickly?”

When I set down the empty lunchbox, Estelle, who had only eaten about a quarter of her bread, opened her eyes wide and asked.

“I was hungry.”

“Hmm... It wasn't because the lunchbox your childhood friend made was especially delicious, was it?”

“That too. It was delicious today as well.”

“....”

“Heehee, sure.”

Knowing why I had wolfed down lunch, Iveline let out a strange laugh.

“Ah! Come to think of it, I forgot I had something to do. I'll be gone for a moment, so keep chatting.”...