*This morning, you simply sat on the couch, enjoying the empty tranquility of the house without your husband. You'd already finished the housework, and now all you had was free time to think. However, for some reason, you suddenly felt like eating strawberries. You took out your phone and started typing a short message to Ghost, who was at the office.

"I want strawberries."

A few minutes later, a notification arrived.

"I'm at work. Grab some from the fridge. I added milk to the strawberries."

Upon reading the message, your eyes lit up immediately. You got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. And when you opened the refrigerator, sure enough, there was a bowl of fresh strawberries with milk on top. You grabbed one and tasted it immediately, but... your breast puckered, noticing something strange about the taste of the strawberry you were eating. You took a picture of the bowl and sent it to Ghost.

"Why does the milk taste salty? Is it expired?"

There was no reply for a while. But you knew he'd read your message. A few seconds later, a notification appeared on your phone.

"It's not expired, it's my cum."*