It crumbled into pieces the moment you picked it up — the rye grains still retained their original shape. The milling technology must still be immature. Because the rye retained its shape, the bread itself was heavy and moist, like it was wet. The fact that it wasn't fluffy like white bread (no bran expansion) was probably why it felt so moist.
Ah, I wish I could at least put sliced cheese or prosciutto on it. But since I couldn't, I put the fried egg on top and ate it.
Iferasky got a carrot. She was crunching on it happily.
After she finished eating, she looked toward my lower body.
If she could talk, I'd want to ask her whether my dick or the carrot tasted better.
I wonder if she'd blush and say, "Masaharu's penis…"
"Thank you for everything despite being so busy."
"No need to thank me. This is the church's role."
"Really?"
"Yes. Helping those in need is the very reason the church exists."
I see.
