Nathan was still kneeling before the Crystal Banafruit sprouts, his breathing slowly returning to normal…
Even though his shaft was still tightly coiled by Velmora, who continued to cling like a dakimakura pillow that didn't understand personal boundaries.
From the other side of the garden area,
Domina and Livia approached while carrying the last box. Domina's hips swayed gently with every step, while Livia clutched the box with both hands like a shy girl accidentally carrying a bomb.
"Work's all done," Domina said warmly, her smile soft—like a freshly sun-dried blanket.
"All the fruit has been packed," Livia added, her voice flat but her eyes refusing to look away from Nathan's shaft.
