Camila's mind went blank, and that wonderful and shameful feeling was still passing through her body, making her unable to stop.
"I actually screamed! So shameful! But this feeling... why is it so comfortable..."
Camilla's face was so red that it seemed like she could bleed. Her slightly squinted eyes were as charming as silk, and her chest was heaving violently. Looking at the man standing in front of her with a whip, her mind was completely confused.
"How is it possible?! Why can't I control my body! And... why do I still like this feeling... Am I really a jerk? No... it can't be like this..."
Camilla's psychological defense began to collapse, and her worldview became unstable.
"too heavy?"
Mag looked at Camilla, whose reaction was a bit exaggerated, and was a little stunned.
He is not a pervert, he just wants to punish Camilla a little, so that the countess will not have to squat on him, beat him up, and drag the dark room every day.
After all, the opponent is a ninth-level vampire, and his current strength is only at the peak of seventh-level, so he can't beat the opponent no matter what.
As for killing her, he also thought about it.
However, she also has a black cat servant who is missing, so she probably knows about it.
With Camilla's identity, it was obviously impossible for her to die silently.
Moreover, the other party never showed any murderous intention towards him from beginning to end. What surprised him even more was that she actually came up with such a strange trick to make him understand that she was a sex-shaking pervert and then feel ashamed of herself in front of Miss Gloria. The operation is a bit stupid.
"Using a whip seems a little too perverted and doesn't fit in with my gentle temperament."
Mag looked at Camilla, whose breath was silky and there was still a trace of crystal on the corner of her mouth. She suddenly felt a little guilty in her heart. She put down the whip in her hand and picked up the candle.
Dripping wax is an art.
Mag lit the candle with a pious look and walked towards Camilla.
Camilla looked at Mag walking towards her, resisting in her heart, but her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but start to imagine the feeling of bright red and hot wax juice dripping on her body.
"So shameful! But why am I feeling excited?!"
There was only a little candlelight left in Camilla's eyes, and she swallowed.
Camilla was tied up with a red rope, and Mag was walking towards Camilla holding a lit red candle. Everything in the dim little black room looked very charming.
"boom!"
At this moment, the door of the small dark room exploded, turning into countless debris and blowing into the room with a strong wind.
Mag blocked it with his hand so that the candle in his hand was not blown out. Looking at the flickering flames, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Eh? It seems that the focus right now shouldn't be this!"
Mag suddenly remembered something, and a chill swept from behind him.
When he turned around, his eyes suddenly widened.
At the door of the room, a woman wearing a long white dress and a white gauze hat slowly retracted her legs. It seemed that the thick door was kicked into pieces by her.
Of course, that's not the point.
The point is, Mag has already recognized who the person is!
Even though she was wearing a white gauze hat, her long white dress with golden embroidery and her slender and sexy figure all showed the identity of the visitor.
A woman who could never have been here.
Her Royal Highness, the number one strong woman in the Nolan Continent and the former princess of the Elf Tribe, is also his nominal wife, Amy's mother - Irina.
In the dim room, there was a woman who was tied up with a thick red rope in a shameful way, a disheveled man, a whip randomly discarded on the ground, and a lit candle protected by Mag's hand. Irina's face was as cold as ice. The frost started to spread from the door to the small dark room, carrying a deep chill.
Irina glanced at Camilla and narrowed her eyes slightly. This bat with huge breasts had been ridden by her back then, but she didn't expect that it would dare to steal her man now.
The corner of Mag's mouth moved and he forced a smile, "You may not believe it, but we are just rehearsing the script."
"Heh, man."
Irina glanced at him, and the candlelight instantly became brighter.
A drop of red candle liquid fell onto his hand along the red candle. He let out a exclamation, shook his hand, and threw the red candle away.
Through the veil, Mag could feel Irina's cold face.
But this reason...even he himself couldn't believe it.
Camilla was also startled when a person suddenly walked in.
Her current appearance was actually seen by others. If word got out, her reputation would be ruined!
"If Miss Gloria finds out..." Camilla no longer dares to think about it. Knowing that she is a douchebag is already embarrassing enough. If Gloria finds out again, she will not be able to show off in front of her. Get started.
"Hey, that woman, let me tell you, I'm just showing him the moves now, he is my plaything, don't get me wrong." Camilla raised her chin and said proudly.
The spirit-binding rope bound all her magic power, and at the same time, she was unable to detect who the visitor was, but she felt vaguely familiar.
"Shut up, stupid bat."
Irina took out a folding wooden chair, and with a bang, the chair knocked Camilla away with her mouth wide open, and was embedded in the wall. She rolled her eyes and passed out.
"My man, are you worthy of playing?"
Irina said coldly.
Mag looked at the only stool leg left in Irina's hand and Camilla, who couldn't even unbuckle the buckle embedded in the wall. Her throat moved. A woman who is angry is so scary!
"But! Is this a rape scene?!" Mag was a little panicked, and felt inexplicably ashamed of being caught red-handed.
"etc!"
"Am I not a victim dragged here by a sap?"
Mag suddenly felt that something was not right at the scene, but... he was really just a weak and innocent victim at the beginning.
"Why are you here?" Mag shook the sawdust from his hair as naturally as possible and looked at Irina and asked.
"Alex, you have changed!" Irina took off her gauze hat and looked into Mag's eyes.
It wasn't heart-breaking, but the somewhat disappointed look made Mag's sense of shame even stronger.
"Things are not what you think..." Mag wanted to explain.
"You're so naughty."
Irina frowned slightly, hooked her fingers, and the black whip on the ground fell into her hand.
Mag wanted to run, but when he thought about the strength gap between him and Irina, he couldn't move his feet at all. He didn't kneel down on the spot, mainly because his legs were stiff.
"Snapped!"
The sound of the whip falling on the body echoed crisply in the small dark room.
"Ah~~"
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