"Oh nooo… look what you made me do. You're leaking everywhere. I better clean this up... thoroughly."
And then, the madman actually started licking her—downward.
From boob, to underboob, to ribcage, then past her navel like he was tracing a very naughty treasure map.
Alice panicked.
Hey! H-hey! Stop it! I didn't ask for this!"
"You didn't not ask for it either."
"I… You said you'd only drink my milk!"
She grabbed his head, trying to hold him back. Not push him away—just… control the damage. Somewhat.
Rae looked up from below, still grinning like a demon prince.
"I am. But if the milk drips south, is it my fault the bottle's leaky?"
Alice's eye twitched.
"You said, you will only drink my milk. Nothing else."
He smiled like a villain caught mid-scheme, not sorry one bit.
"And what exactly do you think I'm doing, hmm?"
"I'm drinking your milk. That spilled down your body. A tragic waste, really. I'm just cleaning up the mess."
