Ivy turned her head to glance at her mother Margaret, who was wearing an apron and chopping vegetables in the kitchen, preparing to cook. She then turned back to look at Harry and said, "It's not that it's bad... it just tastes a bit strange~ But... when you think about it... the flavor is actually quite delicious."
Having been extremely sheltered since childhood and raised with impeccable manners, Ivy had never been exposed to the darker sides of society. She was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Naturally, she had no idea what semen tasted like, nor could she possibly imagine that these fruits were coated with her mother's lewd juices and the semen of this so-called "cousin" standing before her.
As for this peculiar taste, Ivy merely furrowed her brows slightly before dismissing any doubts. She reached out again, picking up a cherry coated in a milky white liquid and popped it into her mouth, chewing with her eyes narrowed in enjoyment.
