Teabagging

Yerin clenched her teeth and rowed with all her might.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

‘Are we… actually catching up?’

Yerin raised her head and looked out at the distant sea.

The Putty Party’s raft was still so far away that it looked about the size of a fingertip.

Rather than feeling as if the distance was closing, it seemed exactly the same.

“Huff… huff… Rils.”

“Yep.”

“It doesn’t seem like we’re getting any closer at all….”

But despite Yerin’s concerns, Rils showed no sign of impatience...