After being "sealed by Herbert's Sealing Array" again, she woke up and didn't know why all of her bodily senses were now unusually keen.
The whippings just now had already felt overwhelmingly stimulating, and if she hadn't been constantly cursing, she was really worried she might let out some strange noises.
Breathing erratically in front of the Demon… Such a thing must not happen!
As a Demon, her dignity did not allow her to do so!
Though, no one knew if her "demonic dignity" allowed her to be strung up and whipped by a Demon...
Maybe it didn't in the past, but then it happened, and so it happened.
When it comes to the bottom line, for a Demon, it's always been very flexible.
Miss Devil was desperately trying to maintain her last shred of dignity, while Miss Demon was holding the Magic Energy Stick, deep in thought.
Buzz—
"Herbert, my master."
Flora pondered seriously for a while, her expression appearing somewhat peculiar, and muttered in her heart, quite astonished:
