The Ultimate Move

“Ria~. Let’s train~.”

As I lay pinned beneath Acard on the sofa, having my breast milk stolen, Vika wandered around the lobby calling for me to train.

“Where did she go…?”

I wanted to shout, “I’m right here!” but Acard had somehow covered my mouth.

…Why is Acard acting like this today?

Vika failed to notice us lying on the sofa and, still puzzled, disappeared down the hallway.

“Haaah….”

Acard removed the hand covering my mouth, allowing me to quickly gulp in air.

“Stop now…. There’s no milk left….”

The milk that had filled my breasts was completely drained, leaving only the pain of being sucked, so I poked him repeatedly on the crown of his head to pull him away...