A Pathetic Masochist

“Wait…! I don’t want you sucking it with your mouth….”

I shouted shrilly at Acard, who approached me while I was completely restrained and tried to suck my milk.

“Just touch them….”

“…All right.”

Even if this was repayment, there were some things I could accept and some I couldn’t.

Of those, letting him touch my breasts was at least a tolerable show of gratitude.

Of course, I never would have allowed even that if Karina, Vika, and Mira hadn’t been beside me….

“…Ngh.”

“Does it hurt…?”

When I clenched my molars and a feminine moan escaped beneath Acard’s professionally measured kneading, he worriedly asked, having interpreted the sound in an entirely different way...