Arthur stared at Lisha's trembling butt beneath her white robes.
Round. Plump. Perfect.
From above, it formed half a heart—
As if sculpted by a perverted god with a disturbingly noble sense of artistry.
He raised his hand, eyes gleaming.
Four times, huh? With pleasure.
He grinned—no inner conflict, no hesitation.
This isn't harassment… she asked for it hehe… hehehehe…
He smiled unconsciously.
"Tch."
Levain's voice oozed disgust.
"Filthy lowborns… you people truly are revolting."
He glared at Arthur with condescending disdain.
Meanwhile, Vayne simply cleared his throat.
"Ahem…"
He crossed his arms, then gave Arthur a thumbs up without turning around.
"Enjoy yourself, Arthur."
Arthur knelt down, confidently raising his hand.
PLAKK!
"Kyaaahhhh…"
Lisha writhed, her lower back arching downward—forming a bow.
Plak…
"Kyahhhh…"
She bit her lip like an innocent girl seeing something unbearably cute.
PLAKK!
"Uuhggmmm…"
Her lips puckered forward in a soft pout.
PLAKK!
