I ask her to drink the tea. (Pink Trigger)

"You should drink this tea. It's a milky blend with natural flavor enhancements, well-suited to your palate."

"D-D-Drink? It seems like it would taste foul... but yes... Yes, I'll drink it!" she stammered cutely, seeming surprised at my boldness. I was surprised by it too, of course, but I was very excited to see her grab hold of the dainty cup and begin to raise it from its saucer. The brown blend inside was now swirling with a new, pale color, the product of my own seed mixed with her refined tea. "Oh... The drink has been filled with your semen. Think of all of the tea you've spilled or ruined during this magic lesson. So wasteful..."

I may have been wasteful, but she wasn't. I watched as Virgilia drank every drop. She even raised her head backwards, chugging it with small gulps. The only thing that would have been better is if she had licked the cup when she was finished. Ha! She said I'd ruined it, but she actually looked pretty pleased with it, didn't she?!

"Mister Player... Thank you for a delicious tea. It was actually marvelous.."

It was hilarious to watch her dab at the corner of her mouth with a napkin after drinking my jizzy tea. Oh Virgilia... That playful side is very endearing.

"I'd like another cup, if you don't mind?"

Oh wait... oh dear.

Keep in mind the time. It was nowhere near the appointed hour of my **** yet; I still had all the time in the world to play around with the people of Rokkenjima, including Virgilia herself. Instead, I found myself, for the remaining hours, jizzing into a tea-cup. The magic of creation is truly horrifying... every time I thought I was spent, new semen was put into me and my sore dick was restored. I became a supernatural bottle of creamer, with no purpose but to even out Virgilia's tea. So much semen. So much tea. Hours faded. Day turned to sunset, then to night. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be a witch, let alone a human being. I spent my last moments making milky tea for that lovely old witch.

Ah... This was a true expression of my love, don't you think? I don't remember how I died, but I remember that I was at peace.