The atmosphere changed dramatically in an instant. Once Erestica, who was sitting on the floor naked, started sobbing, we all snapped back to our senses and began cleaning up with unprecedented speed.

Towels were fetched from somewhere to cover her up, her clothes that had been discarded were retrieved, and I was practically abducted, my eyes and ears covered, while the white liquid dotting the floor was wiped clean.

With everyone cooperating—except for the two maids who had vanished—cleaning up wasn’t difficult. Well, excluding Erestica, who was still sniffling, and me, who had been kept at a distance.

"Sniff…sniff… harder… press harder… until it feels crushed…"

Later, I had to help Erestica reduce her breast size in a quiet corner of the department store.

Erestica, who had demanded a much stronger squeeze than usual, climaxed several times, even licking her own horns, and eventually fainted with her tongue sticking out. Naturally, the aftermath was left for me to handle.

Considering she didn’t even pretend to beg me to stop until she lost consciousness, it seemed she was really satisfied with this level of intensity. I could already predict what her future demands would be.