Last time, due to her lack of experience, Meg took advantage of the loophole and teased her instead. This time, she would not repeat the same mistake.
She had practiced tying ropes to the point of perfection. How to tie a beautiful and embarrassing knot was indeed a skill, but for Countess Bartoli, it was not a difficult task.
Camilla could already imagine Mag begging for mercy in her hands. Such a shameful and embarrassing scene should be able to make him hand over the photostone obediently, and then become a slave under her skirt.
At that time, she would no longer have to worry about Miss Gloria having any thoughts about him.
At that thought, Camilla couldn't help but smile. She wrapped the Spirit Binding Rope around Mag's hand that was lying on the bed.
However, just as the rope went through Meg's hand, Meg's hand suddenly clasped her wrist.
"Hmm?"
Camilla was stunned for a moment. She looked at the hand that was holding her wrist. The fair and slender fingers were very strong.
"Isn't he asleep?" Camilla panicked and looked at Meg's face. His eyes were still closed and he didn't seem to have woken up.
"Could it be a dream?" Camilla couldn't help but suspect. However, the hand that was holding her was so strong that she couldn't continue to thread the rope through Meg's hand. This gave her a headache.
Meg was too cunning. If she could tie him up while he was sleeping, then she wouldn't have to worry about him playing any other tricks. This kind of opportunity didn't come by often.
Camilla tried to turn her wrist, but Meg's hand was like an iron clamp that tightly clamped her wrist. She couldn't turn it at all.
Although she had the strength of a 9th-tier warrior, she wasn't very strong. She mostly used magic to control her enemies. Now that her arm was being held by Meg, it wouldn't be easy for her to break free.
"Bastard, you're still so strong when you're asleep." Once the dim light condensed on Camilla's other hand, it seemed that she had to use magic to release this fellow's hand from her wrist.
However, before she could cast her spell, Mag suddenly pulled her hand forcefully. She, who was standing at the side of the bed, lost her balance, and fell onto the bed. She rolled over and lay next to Mag.
Then, Meg naturally grabbed her other hand and easily held her in his arms.
“？？？”
Camilla glared at him. If not for Meg's steady breathing, she would have thought that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
But now, her hands were under his control, and she was in his arms. Through the thin skirt, she could even feel the hot body behind her. His hard muscles were as clear as square blocks. Strange, this man who looked so thin and weak, how could his body be so hard?
Her body immediately stiffened.
She had lived for more than three hundred years, experienced the last war between the races, drank the blood of her enemies, had a husband, owned a huge castle, and was the princess of the Vampire Clan.
But, she was still a virgin …
In her eyes, men were dirty things. Even speaking a few words made her feel disgusted, not to mention having any physical contact with them.
But now that Meg had grabbed her hands and held her in his arms, her heart couldn't help but beat faster. Her blood flowed quickly, making her feel breathless. Her pale face also flushed red.
When she got married, some of the words her mother said to her surged into her mind and her body started to heat up.
She wanted to break free from Meg's arms immediately, but she was worried that she would wake him up. She was in a dilemma for a moment.
"Isn't she only interested in women?" Mag was also slightly taken aback when he felt the petite body in his arms that was getting hotter and hotter. He wanted to tease Camilla a little, so he interrupted her spell-casting. Furthermore, he only felt that there was no possibility of any romantic feelings between them, so he didn't care too much about his methods and actions.
But now, even he could hear Camilla's heartbeat clearly. Vampires usually suffered from anemia for a long time, so he was a little worried that she would faint on the spot due to insufficient blood supply.
Just as Camilla's face was getting hotter and hotter, and she was in a dilemma about what to do, she suddenly froze and softly muttered, "Eh? No, why would I be worried about an ordinary man waking up? I am Countess Bartoli, a powerful level-nine vampire! "
"Yes, this is really strange." Meg nodded in response.
"You also think it's strange … Ah!!!" Camilla screamed, and suddenly turned around, just in time to meet Meg's eyes.
In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes were almost stuck together.
"You're not asleep at all!" Camilla exclaimed, as if she had been greatly deceived.
"The one who should be screaming is me, right? Halfway through my sleep, there's another woman on the bed, and she's even lying in my arms. If this were to spread, my clean reputation would be ruined. "Meg said with an innocent face," You should take responsibility. "
Camilla retorted, "I'm a woman, even if I'm at a disadvantage, it should be me who's at a disadvantage, right? I didn't ask you to take responsibility, and you actually shamelessly want me to take responsibility! "
"You're a widow." Meg shrugged his shoulders.
"Then you're a widower! And you even have a child! "Camilla was furious!
"Now that you mention it, we're quite compatible." Meg raised his eyebrows.
"That's true." Camilla stared blankly for a moment. After thinking carefully, it seemed to be true, and she subconsciously nodded her head.
"No! I definitely can't be together with this guy! Moreover, my purpose for coming here tonight is to get the images that can be used to retrieve the Photostone! " Camilla quickly came back to her senses, and looked at Meg who was still grabbing her wrist, and coldly snorted, "Let go of me! That pervert who doesn't wear clothes when he sleeps! "
"I'm clearly wearing a nightgown, alright? Moreover, coming to someone else's bed in the middle of the night, if we're talking about perverts, shouldn't it be you?" Meg retorted. Although the nightgown was open, it was undeniable that he was still wearing it.
"Hmph, today I'll let you know what a real pervert is!" Camilla sneered, and the surroundings around her instantly turned cold, and a dim light lit up on her fingertips again.
"Kacha."
At this moment, a crisp sound of metal being locked rang out, and Camilla's magic was interrupted again. Her hands were pulled together and handcuffed.
"You …" Camilla opened her mouth in a slight panic.
"Smack."
A round ball with a hole was stuffed into her mouth, and the rope was looped behind her to make a beautiful bow.
"Wuwuwu …" Camilla struggled to get up.
"Kacha."
Meg casually put a collar around her neck, and the magic was instantly blocked. Camilla stared blankly at Meg, and her gaze gradually became filled with fear.
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