Zain rounded the far side of the crate stack and stopped.
"Found you."
A single leg was visible behind a case.
He stepped closer, expecting a weak woman barely able to move.
But what he saw surprised him.
Velra was sitting casually atop a crate, wearing a neatly fitted jacket.
It was clearly taken from one of the stored suitcases.
She looked way too calm.
In her hands was a metal bowl filled with… something he couldn't quite place.
His own cum.
She took a slow sip, eyes half-lidded.
Zain frowned.
"What… are you doing?"
Velra glanced over at him, unfazed.
"Took you long enough."
"I was starving. Had to make do with what was around."
Zain's expression twitched.
He dropped the takeaway container on the nearest crate.
"Eat real food. Now."
Velra smiled, almost sweetly.
She opened the box, inhaled the scent, and immediately dug in.
She was hungrier than she let on.
Zain watched her from the side, arms crossed.
"…Unbelievable."
