My face flushed red, heart beating like crazy. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...

"Umm... Is this okay?" I squeaked out, barely a whisper.

Emolga's eyes darted nervously around the bathroom, avoiding direct eye contact. Her small hands trembled slightly as she gripped the countertop, her wings twitching with barely contained energy. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and a stray drop of white liquid clung precariously to her cheek. Inside, she was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: shyness, curiosity, and a strange, unfamiliar excitement.

"Ah..."

The liquid slid down my chin, so embarrassing...

Emolga's expression shifted from nervousness to a mix of embarrassment and...pleasure? Her eyes widened slightly, and a small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the warm liquid dripped onto her chest. A tiny smile played at the corner of her mouth.