Mira's eyes widened as the video began to play.
On the small screen, wet sounds, moans, and mocking words echoed clearly—coming from her own mouth. Frame by frame, it showed her—with eyes burning, a wicked grin on her face, and lips tirelessly tormenting Karl's shaft like it was her favorite game.
Her face paled.
"W-What... is this...?" her voice trembled in disbelief.
Karl simply stared at her from behind, one hand still gripping her hair, the other replaying the final moments of the video—where she licked the tip, grinned triumphantly, and dared him to finish.
"You seemed to really enjoy that, Mira. A lot," Karl whispered into her ear, his tone soft but laced with mockery.
Mira tried to turn her face away, but Karl's grip was too strong.
"Don't look away," Karl said. "Watch it till the end. This is… your masterpiece, after all."