"...Zephyra-sama, here is your meal..." a maid says, approaching as she places a dish on the table. I get up from the bed without any enthusiasm to eat and walk over to the table.
"What is it today?" I ask, lifting the lid of the tray. Inside is a mushy, whitish paste, which sums up most of my meals. Most of my meals are like this because I haven't been able to eat solid foods easily since I had a child with Pandora.
Or rather, since Pandora stopped feeding me with her tail, I had to start eating on my own, which proved strangely difficult.
But things are improving. I can already eat fruit without much trouble, so in a few more months my body should have learned how to eat properly again.
I sniff the plate for a moment, trying to catch Pandora's scent, since to help my body readjust to normal food, Pandora's semen is used in every recipe—though the amount has been decreasing more and more.
'There's less... again...'
