Athena stood there, her eyes still firmly shut, and her hand frozen on Ethan's semi-flaccid cock. It was as if time itself had paused. Beatrix's temporary spell was holding bleeding at bay. However, the warrior woman with years of experience in battle wounds knew it was not for long.
On the other hand, disgust boiled in Athena's stomach at the thought of exposing her breasts to this perverted boy. Did he plan all of this to get a glimpse of her naked bust? No, that wasn't possible. She must be getting paranoid because of her injury.
"Fine," she muttered through gritted teeth. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "But if you so much as touch me…!"
Ethan's heart leaped in his chest, realizing his plan had succeeded. However, he made no audible celebration. Inwardly, he was ecstatic. 'Jackpot,' he thought, his mind racing with imagination.
