Being the Vice President of Vought International Corporation is a mental challenge. All responsibility for the company's failures and reputation rests on your shoulders, and you can't dump it on anyone else.

All this eventually led to severe depression, and you started taking antidepressants. But neither websites nor doctors mentioned that one of the side effects could be milk discharge even at the slightest pressure on your breasts. There was nothing you could do about it, except not take antidepressants, but without them, you would go back to your old state, so you had to put up with it.

Now you're in your office, and you're dealing with a problem that has resurfaced in the form of a disgruntled Homelander. Tomorrow is a very important meeting where the super must present himself in the best light, but for an hour he has been walking from corner to corner and trying to prove that he can make a decent speech himself. This time, for some reason, he's not backing down out of principle and it seems that he's about to start throwing lasers from his eyes.

You silently watch his figure scurrying around the office, but then Homelander suddenly goes off his trajectory and turns around sharply, waving the notorious cloak behind his back. For the hundredth time in his monologue, he begins to walk towards you in slow steps.

«You don't need to shove fucking pieces of paper with ready-made text at me. If I say I can give a decent speech, then I —...»

Homelander raises his voice and pokes his finger at you accusingly, but suddenly falters halfway through and stops talking.

Following his gaze, you notice the stain on your shirt, and only then do you feel the shirt around your chest getting wet and starting to stick to your body.

«...then I can.»

The Homelander still struggles to finish his sentence and falls silent for good. You can see the twitching of his calyx as he swallows hard, not taking his eyes off your chest.