I stopped by a nearby room and changed into the clothes the secretary gave me.
Of course, with Go Minji.

The secretary might ask if it’s okay to not worry about it, but as soon as they say even a single word about us, they’re gone from this world, so you can trust them as long as they don’t speak.

"Is this because of the atmosphere?"
"Huh?"

While we were changing clothes, glancing at each other, Go Minji suddenly asked.
I roughly understood, but just to be sure, I asked back.

"You spilled on purpose to make it obvious, right? But you said you didn’t want to eat me. You were all squishy and soft, so you weren’t even hard. So why did you spill it?"
"Ah, that."

"I thought about it, and it seems like it was your first time. That kind of atmosphere. You couldn’t hold it and ran to the bathroom."
"Well, yeah. It definitely seemed pretty harmonious when my grandfather was around."

Go Minji chuckled, then randomly came over and tapped my dick, rubbing it.
It was already damp from the wet underwear, and her rubbing made it even more uncomfortable.
Thanks a lot, you bitch.