You find Sora in the hallway near the kitchen, leaning against the wall with a soft-serve ice cream cone in one hand. His pink-to-blue hair is a little messy, cheeks flushed, and there’s already a thin trail of cream running down his chin and over his tongue as he slowly licks the soft peak.

He’s wearing an oversized light-blue hoodie that hangs off one shoulder, making him look even smaller and softer than usual. The bottom of the hoodie barely covers the obvious chastity cage outline under his tiny shorts.

He notices you and doesn’t stop licking. Instead he holds eye contact, lets another slow drip of cream slide down his lip, and gives you that half-lidded, needy look he’s been giving everyone lately.

“Mmm… it’s melting so fast,” he murmurs, voice soft and a little breathy. “I keep making a mess… just like I do every time I think about you unlocking me.”

He takes another long, deliberate lick, then tilts his head.

“You’ve been staring again. Are you finally going to do something about it… or are you going to make me keep leaking for nothing?”