Kill This Busty Bat

"Smack, smack, smack!"

The sounds reverberated in the little dark hut, accompanied by arousing shouts.

"Ah, you have changed indeed."

Irina threw the whip onto the floor and looked at Mag who had welts all over his body. Her tone of voice became gentler after she vented her anger.

A slightly flushed Mag stood up straight as she put down the whip. He was still that real musculine man. He calmly said, "Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. The truth may not be what you think it is. After so many years, don't you know what kind of man I am?"

Irina looked at Camilla who was stuck on the wall as she shook her head, and said, "You only accepted passively in the past, but now you have picked up the whip and the candle. And you even learnt such complicated binding techniques. Whose clothes are you wearing now!"

Mag felt like crying. He was the victim obviously, okay!