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Since Emilia found it cute, she obviously wouldn't tell Crystal that while she was a bit 'drunk', she could still think and remember just fine.
Anyway, seeing the normally angelic and innocent Crystal smothering her face against her crotch was fun in its own way. And with her sensations elevated from the inflow of foreign energy into her body, it was double the fun.
Meanwhile, the blonde girl was lost in her own thoughts. She'd always found it a little strange how her lover didn't seem to have any aroma or taste of her own, at first. But the more they came into contact, the more she realized that she was wrong.
In a way, Emilia was like fine wine - an acquired taste. The more one indulged in her, the closer they felt like they were getting to really feel her and taste her for themselves.
