While Lancelot was anonymously writing on the chat group, trying to find rumours or anything useful, Sumika began to sway, her heavy eyelids fluttering until they closed.
Her upper body fell onto the arm of the chair as she fell to sleep, snoring as he smiled wryly before carrying her to the room like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder—her body smelt like alcohol as she fidgeted on his body.
'...She's such a heavy sleeper...'
After carrying her into her room, he put her into bed, stroking her soft cheeks and unfastening her clothes—the sight of her pale breasts was nothing new to him as they bathed together daily, pinching her cherries and enjoying the soft feeling.
Lancelot left the room, letting her sleep.
Lancelot loved the smell of her hair and how much she resembled a cuddly cat, but sadly tonight wasn't the night to bond with Sumika.
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