'Haat... haa.'
Slumped down with a dazed expression, her body trembling from the rising afterglow of a climax.
Lia, who had been unconsciously acting coquettish by rubbing her cheek against Ian's hand as he stroked her head, regained her senses after a moment.
It seemed her vanished reason was gradually beginning to return.
Realizing what kind of shameful thing she had been doing, Lia's face flushed deep red, and she awkwardly avoided Ian's hand with a slight movement.
As Lia lowered her head, she saw the traces on the ground, soaked and soiled.
Lia, the one who created them, looked at those marks and belatedly remembered exactly what actions she had performed earlier.
Lia buried her head low, hiding her burning, glowing face.
'Ugh....'
However, there was a sensation that interrupted such leisurely sentiment.
Lia felt the texture of the collar slowly pulling at her neck and raised her head. Ian was signaling by tugging the lead as if urging her.
'Let's go now.'
