Night fell, yet Noralia and Noan hardly slept at all.
They had fought passionately through the night, only stopping when dawn approached.
In the bath, the two of them sat together, soaking in the warm water.
Noan leaned back against the edge of the large tub, while Noralia sat in front of him, resting her back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body.
"How strange..." Noralia suddenly said. "We fought all night, but… why don't I feel tired?"
Hearing that, Noan chuckled: "Hahaha… you just realized?"
"Heh?!" Noralia turned around, looking at him in confusion.
"Because you've received my 'milk.'" Noan said with a smile, his hand gently caressing her beautiful face. "Inside my 'milk' is energy. Your body absorbed that energy, which is why it began to change — becoming stronger."
"Ah!" Noralia gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "So that means… the more I do that with you, the stronger I'll become, right?"
