Chapter 18

Schlick, squelch, schlick, squelch, slurp, squelch! “…Ngh!” The moment even those ragged, panting breaths stopped. Splurt. The slit flared open, then began to spurt a thick, milky-white fluid. As if he had been holding back for a long time, dense, viscous semen shot out and covered Daphne’s desk. Plop, plop, plop… The milky-white fluid arced through the air, like mayonnaise from a piping bag that had been cut wrong. The kind of piping bag where the hole had been cut too small for the amount inside, so the contents wouldn’t come out properly. You’d strain and strain, and the moment you squeezed with all your might, splat, it would burst out in every direction. That kind of mayonnaise.