Camilla's mind was completely blank. That strange and shameful feeling was still being transmitted through her body, making her unable to stop.
"I actually screamed! So shameful! But this feeling … Why does it feel so good … "
Camilla's face was so red that it looked like blood could drip out. Her slightly squinted eyes were like silk and her chest was heaving up and down violently. Looking at the man standing in front of her holding the whip, her emotions were in a mess.
"How is this possible?! Why can't I control my body?! And … Why do I like this feeling a little … Am I really a masochist? No … It can't be like this … "
Camilla's psychological defenses started to crumble and her view of the world became unstable.
"Too heavy?"
Meg looked at Camilla's exaggerated reaction and was a little stunned.
He wasn't a pervert. He just wanted to punish Camilla a little so that this Countess wouldn't squat on him every day, beat him up, and drag him into a little dark room.
After all, she was a level 9 vampire and he was only at the peak of level 7. There was no way he could beat her.
As for killing her, he had thought about it before.
But she still had a black cat servant who was missing, so she probably knew about this.
With Camilla's identity, it was obvious that she wouldn't die silently.
Furthermore, the other party didn't show any killing intent toward him at all. What made him even more surprised was that she actually wanted him to understand that he was a masochist pervert so that he would feel inferior in front of Miss Gloria. This kind of strange trick was just a little stupid.
"Using a whip seems a little too perverted. It doesn't suit my gentle and refined temperament."
Meg looked at Camilla, who was exhaling like silk and had a trace of glistening at the corner of her mouth. He suddenly felt a little guilty. He put down the whip in his hand and picked up the candle.
Dripping wax was a kind of art.
Meg lit the candle with a pious expression and walked towards Camilla.
Camilla looked at Mag who was making his way toward her, and her heart was filled with resistance. However, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have the crimson wax dripping onto her body.
"So shameful! But why do I feel a little excited?! "
All that was left in Camilla's eyes was the candlelight, and she swallowed.
Camilla, who was tied up with a red rope, and Meg, who was holding a lit red candle, walked towards Camilla. In the dim little black room, everything seemed very charming.
Boom!
At this moment, the door of the small black room suddenly exploded, turning into countless fragments that blew into the room with a strong gust of wind.
Meg blocked it with his hand, and the candle in his hand didn't go out. Looking at the flickering flame, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Eh? That doesn't seem to be the focus right now! "
Meg suddenly thought of something, and a chill swept over him from behind.
When he turned around, his eyes widened.
At the door, a woman in a long white dress and a white veil hat slowly retracted her leg. It seemed that the thick door had been kicked into pieces by her.
Of course, this was not the main point.
More importantly, Meg had already recognized who the person was!
Even though she was wearing a white veil hat, the long white dress with golden embroidery, and the slender and sexy figure all revealed the person's identity.
A woman who shouldn't have appeared here.
The number one strong woman on the Norland Continent, the former princess of the elves, and also his wife in name, Amy's mother — Irina.
In the dim room, there was a woman tied up with a thick red rope in a shameful way, a man in disheveled clothes, a whip carelessly thrown on the ground, and a lit candle in Meg's hand. Irina's face was as cold as ice, and frost started to spread from the door into the small black room with a deep chill.
Irina glanced at Camilla, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She had ridden this bat with big boobs before. She didn't expect that she would dare to steal her man now.
Meg's lips moved, and he forced a smile. "You might not believe it, but we are just rehearsing the script."
"Heh, men."
Irina glanced at him, and the candlelight became brighter instantly.
A drop of red candle liquid flowed down the red candle and landed on his hand. He let out a cry of surprise, and his hand trembled as he threw the red candle away.
Even through the veil, Meg could feel Irina's cold face.
But this reason … even he didn't dare to believe it.
Someone suddenly barged in, and this gave Camilla a shock.
She actually let someone see her in this state. If word got out, her reputation would be ruined!
If Miss Gloria finds out … Camilla didn't dare to think about it. It was already embarrassing enough to know that she was a masochist. If Gloria found out too, she wouldn't be able to raise her head in front of her.
"Hey, woman, let me tell you, I am just showing him how to do it. He is my plaything. Don't misunderstand," Camilla said proudly with her chin raised.
The Spirit Binding Rope restrained all her magic, and at the same time, made her unable to detect who the person was. She only vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.
"Shut up, stupid bat."
Irina took out a foldable wooden chair, and with a bang, the chair sent Camilla flying with her mouth wide open. She was embedded into the wall, and just like that, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Are you worthy of playing with my man?"
Irina said coldly.
Meg looked at the remaining leg of the chair in Irina's hand, and Camilla who was embedded into the wall, and his throat moved. A woman who flipped out was so scary!
"But! Is this a crime scene?! "Meg was a little flustered, and he felt an inexplicable sense of shame as if he was caught red-handed.
"Wait!"
"Am I not the victim who was knocked unconscious and dragged here?"
Meg suddenly felt that something wasn't right. Crime scene, but … at the beginning, he was really just a weak and innocent victim.
"Why are you here?" Meg tried his best to naturally shake off the wood shavings in his hair and asked Irina.
"Alex, you have changed!" Irina took off her veil and looked into Meg's eyes.
She didn't tear his heart out, but her disappointed gaze made Meg feel even more ashamed.
"It's not what you think …" Meg wanted to explain.
"You are so slutty."
Irina frowned slightly. With a hook of her finger, the black whip on the ground fell into her hand.
Meg wanted to run, but when he thought of the difference in strength between him and Irina, he couldn't move his feet at all. The main reason he didn't kneel on the spot was because his legs were frozen.
"Pa!"
The sound of the whip landing on the body echoed clearly in the small dark room.
"Ah ~ ~"
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