Last time, lack of experience allowed Mag to take advantage of the loophole and tease her a lot. This time, she would not make the same mistake again.
She has practiced the rope-tying technique to perfection. How to tie a beautiful yet shameful knot is indeed a technical job, but for Countess Bathory, it is not difficult.
Camilla had already imagined Mag wailing and begging for mercy in her hands for a while. Such a shameful and humiliating scene should make him obediently hand over the image stone, and then become a slave under her skirt.
At that time, she no longer had to worry about what Miss Gloria would think of him.
Thinking of this, Camilla couldn't help but smile, and she wrapped her soul-binding rope around Mag's hand on the bedside.
However, just as the rope passed through Mag's hand, Mag's hand suddenly latched onto her wrist.
"Um?"
Camilla was stunned for a moment, looking at the hand holding her wrist. The white and slender fingers had very strong strength.
"Isn't he asleep?" Camilla panicked and looked at Mag's face. His eyes were still closed and he didn't seem to wake up.
"Are you dreaming?" Camilla couldn't help but wonder, but the hand holding her was so strong that she couldn't continue to pass the rope through Mag's hand, which gave her a headache.
Mag was too cunning. If he could be tied up while he was sleeping, there would be no need to worry about him using other tricks. Such opportunities did not come around all the time.
Camilla tried to turn her wrist, but Mag's hand was like an iron pliers, tightly clamping her wrist, making it impossible to turn it.
Although she has level nine strength, she is not very powerful. Most of her methods of defeating enemies are magic. Now that Mag is holding her arm like this, it is not easy to break free with her strength alone.
"You bastard, you're still so powerful even when you're asleep." Once the light condensed on Camilla's other hand, it seemed that she had to use magic to untie this guy's hand from her wrist.
But before her spell could be cast, Mag grabbed her hand and suddenly pulled hard. She was standing beside the bed and lost her balance. She threw herself onto the bed, rolled down, and lay next to Mag.
Then Mag naturally grabbed her other hand and easily controlled her in his arms.
"???"
Camilla stared. If Mag's breathing hadn't been in a very steady state of sleep, she almost felt that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
But now her hands were controlled, and she was controlled in his arms. Through the thin skirt, she could even feel the hot body behind her. The hard muscles were as clear as squares. Strangely, this one looked very thin. How could a man's body be so hard?
Her body suddenly became a little stiff.
Although she has lived for more than three hundred years, experienced the last race war, drank the blood of her enemies, had a husband, owned a huge castle, and was the princess of the vampire clan.
But, she is still a virgin...
In her opinion, men are dirty things, and she is disgusted by even saying a few words, let alone having any physical contact with them.
But now that Mag grabbed her hands and held them in her arms, her heart couldn't stop beating faster. The rapid flow of blood made her feel out of breath, and her pale face also rose. A hint of blush.
When she first got married, some words her mother had said to her came to her mind, and her body became a little hot.
I wanted to break away from Mag's arms immediately, but I was worried about waking him up, so I was a little confused for a while.
"Isn't she only interested in women?" Mag felt the increasingly hot body in his arms, and was slightly startled. He deliberately teased Camilla, so he interrupted her spellcasting, and I just felt that there was no possibility of any male-female love between them, so I didn't pay too much attention to the methods and actions.
But now even he could hear Camilla's heartbeat clearly. Most vampires were anemic for a long time, which made him a little worried that she would pass out on the spot due to insufficient blood supply.
Just when Camilla's face was getting hotter and hotter, and she was struggling with what to do, she was suddenly stunned and whispered softly: "Eh? No, why should I worry about an ordinary man waking up? I am Count Bathory Madam, a powerful ninth-level vampire!”
"Yes, this is really strange." Mag nodded.
"You also think it's strange...ah!!!" Camilla screamed, turned her head suddenly, and just met Mag's eyes.
In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes were almost touching.
"You're not asleep at all!" Camilla exclaimed, as if she had been greatly deceived.
"I'm the one who should scream, right? Halfway through my sleep, there was a woman on the bed, and she was still lying in my arms. If this spreads, my innocent reputation will be ruined." Mag's face Innocently said: "You have to be responsible."
Camilla retorted: "I am a woman, even if I suffer a loss, it should be me who suffers a loss, right? I didn't let you take responsibility, but you are so shameless to ask me to take responsibility!"
"You are a widow." Mag shrugged.
"Then you are still a widower! And you have a child with you!" Camilla was angry!
"If you put it that way, we are quite a match." Mag raised his eyebrows.
"It's true." Camilla was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was really like this, and she nodded subconsciously.
"No! It's absolutely impossible for me to be with this guy! Moreover, the purpose of my coming here tonight is to get back the picture of the Picture Stone!" Camilla quickly came back to her senses, still holding on to the picture. Mag on her wrist snorted coldly: "Let me go! That pervert who sleeps without clothes on!"
"I'm obviously wearing a nightgown, okay? Moreover, you would be the pervert to come to someone else's bed in the middle of the night, right?" Mag retorted. Although the nightgown was open, it was undeniable that he was still wearing it. of.
"Hmph, today I will let you know what a real pervert is!" Camilla smiled coldly, the surrounding area of her body instantly became cold, and a faint light shone on her fingertips again.
"Click."
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of metal interlocking, and Camilla's magic was interrupted again. Her hands were pulled together and cuffed by a pair of hands.
"You..." Camilla opened her mouth in panic.
"Snapped."
A round ball with a hole was stuffed into her mouth, and the rope was wrapped around the back to make a beautiful bow.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Camilla struggled to get up.
"Click."
Mag casually put a collar on her neck, and the magic was instantly blocked. Camilla stared at Mag blankly, her eyes gradually becoming horrified.
