The next day, I accompanied the Queen on her now-routine morning walk. After this, there would be a meeting of the Queen's Restaurant Visit Execution Committee. I had also been asked to attend, but in the end I was just the one holding the Queen's hand and walking with her, so the committee members were probably handling all the detailed arrangements with great effort.
Teku teku teku — the Queen walked with such light steps that it was hard to believe how slow and unsteady she had been on the first day. In contrast, the maids were finally managing to keep up with her. I wondered if I should let these maids drink my semen too. Since they were maids, maybe it would be fine to let them drink my thick, concentrated version directly? Such arrogant thoughts briefly crossed my mind. Just briefly, okay? Just briefly.
