The Disciplinary Committee Isn't an Onahole Department! (2)

“...Huff... huff....”

Laplace must have run all the way here; she let out a long breath and steadied her breathing.

“Sniff...! ...Haa... I... I can smell my... my scent... somewhere around here...?”

Just how focused had she been?

Anya apparently hadn't heard that loud noise.

“...Senior... You need to stop now.”

“Ah!!.. Come on! S-stay... still..!!.. Sniff!!.. I told you...!!... Hic!.... If you... keep getting in my way... I'll really arrest you...!!”

“Anya? What are you doing right now?”

“Eek?!... C-Chief!?!.. Wh... when?!... Ah, no!!... W-welcome!!”

It wasn't until Laplace called Anya by name that Anya finally gave up tracking the floral scent...