A World of Sensual Pleasures

"With his body. What else?" Little Joseph replied curiously.

"Which part of his body? His head? Or some other parts?" Moxinke continued with a strictly scientific attitude.

"No. Not his head. His belly."

"Got it. Go on." Moxinke waved his hand.

"I saw it very clearly. Each time Paul hit her, the Abyssal Siren would scream. It lasted a long time! Paul finally spared her when she couldn't take the pain anymore. He was also saying something about feeling satisfied. I say he's even worse than Gerald, taking pleasure in torturing prisoners."

"Are you sure the Abyssal Siren couldn't move because of pain?" Moxinke interrupted.

"Moxinke!" Sylner couldn't control her anger any more and rushed over to pluck Moxinke's ear.

"Stop! I'm being serious!" Moxinke shouted.