"Lover, night, lady's boudoir, toys..."
Paired with the female Grand Wizard's seductive expressions, her hazy eyes, and a voice as soft as orchid's breath, it was hard not to let one's thoughts wander into crooked paths.
Moreover, her body seemed to exude a sudden surge of a special insect pheromone that eagerly penetrated Byron's body.
It was just like when a leech bites; the injection of a little Leeches can completely numb the pain, causing a flood of subconscious fantasies in his mind.
Iron racks, manacles, candles, little leather whips... A series of explosive scenes kept jumping out from the depths of his mind.
The protagonist of all the scenes was none other than the lady brimming with feminine charm before him—the Leech Lady.
She wasn't just soft as if boneless; she was indeed without bones, her body soft to the utmost degree.
But when Byron saw her throat move ceaselessly, as if she couldn't stop swallowing her saliva, he immediately realized.
