Click.
"Big Sister. Masaru-sama. I've brought the black tea."
To hide my erection, I sat on the chest in the corner of the room. Chests are the representative furniture of this era — excellent pieces that serve as both chairs and storage. There's no problem with a guest like me sitting on it.
Sara-chan came right up to me while I was rock-hard and handed me a wooden cup.
"This is a drink called black tea. Please have some, Masaru-sama."
"Thank you."
Twitch twitch.
Sara-chan's nose is moving. Don't tell me the smell of pre-cum is drifting from my erect cock?!
"It smells nice."
"…?!"
Pre-cum smell?!
No, wait. She means the black tea.
No matter what, an estimated 10-year-old girl wouldn't sniff the smell of pre-cum and say "it smells nice."
This is bad. Getting excited from the crisis is making my cock even harder!
Sara-chan smiled at me, gave a light bow, and moved away to give tea to Iria as well.
