Inside Class A's classroom, Yukie sat at her desk near the window. The afternoon sunlight streamed in, causing her silvery white hair to shimmer like snow touched by light. Resting on her open left palm was a small ice crystal, no larger than a pea, glistening faintly.
The crystal contained semen.
Yes, semen.
Yukie had been surprised when she discovered that fact.
It was the result of her own examination. The strange liquid that had suddenly splashed across her face a few days ago, at the exact moment Adam entered the classroom and was announced as awakened.
Even so, there was not the slightest hint of disgust on her cold, flawless face. Her pale white eyes regarded the crystal with nothing more than boredom.
In fact, there was a faint impulse stirring within her, a primitive urge to put the crystal into her mouth, to feel the ice melt and the liquid inside spread across her tongue. She dismissed that impulse effortlessly.
