At night, Millia was inside his room in the female dormitory, which had been arranged using Mariana's influence.
She was in a serene mood, watching through the window at the bustling Capital City market in the distance.
Her thoughts drifted to Adonis. Imagining his handsome face, she pouted.
"Hmph, ever since I arrived in this Academy, he hasn't touched me once. Is it because of his new darling Princess? Does he fear her so much that he cannot even come inside my room once?"
Her hands reached over her breasts, squeezing them just like Adonis would have. Groping them fully, kneading them like dough.
After a while, she let out a frustrated sigh.
"It's not working as it should. My breasts only want to feel his touch."
Next, her hand reached under her underwear, touching the sensitive flower.
She started fingering herself, just like she had done ever since the night he claimed her as his.
