Chapter 11

W-W-What do I do?! The phallic imitation was still buried between her legs. Daphne hurriedly dropped her skirt to hide her disheveled lower body, but anyone would have found the act suspicious. Sure enough, the face of Theodore Valentino, who had been standing still outside the door, was rigid as he spoke. “What are you doing here, Sister Daphne?” His heavy whispers drifted into the storage shed. “…Hic!” Daphne clapped a hand over her mouth as a hiccup burst out of nowhere. But the hiccups wouldn’t stop.