Breast Milk Latte Art & Pressure Masturbation

“…Slurp.”

I quietly sat down on the training ground and sipped the flower tea, which also served as an antidote to the paralysis drug.

…This tea is delicious even when I drink it again.

It would have been nice if I hadn't known that this scent resembled the taste of Acard's semen.

“…Ria?”

Since I was inexplicably feeling spiteful, I gave Acard a sharp look.

…He really is incredibly handsome, even at a second glance.

No matter what angle I looked at him from, he was an interesting man in the best possible sense of the word.

Anyway, the paralysis-drug incident had been settled, so my half-forced repayment was over too.

Thinking that I'd secretly express some breast milk while washing up, I emptied the now-lukewarm flower tea into my mouth...