"W-why should I?"
Rae smirked like a devil about to ink a deal.
"Because I insist, madame milkmaid."
"And because you—yes, you—are the only healer in this cursed little suicide squad."
"If your big, fat, aching titties get infected from milk overflow, guess what?"
"We're all fucked. Literally and medically. And most importantly…"
He leaned in, licking his lips.
"I just want you to be so comfortable here…"
Alice bit her lip. Again. Harder this time.
Goddamn it, she wanted to act all high and mighty.
But if she pushed him too far with her "hero pride" and he just walked away?
That would be a tragedy worse than any battlefield loss.
Because this drama? This sick, twisted back-and-forth?
Her body was eating it up like a starving beast.
She came here to check on Rae—but now, her thighs were pressed tight, her chest was heaving, and her nipples were threatening to slice through fabric.
'Damn it… Am I actually into this?'
