Lathel pulled hard, tearing the white robe, revealing a scenery as beautiful as in a painting.
Snow-white hills, soft and with extremely high elasticity.
A small and delicate waist, as if carved by the most talented artisans in this world.
The fragrance, losing the barrier of the robe, immediately rushed into Lathel's nose, carrying not only the gentle scent of medicinal herbs but also the body fragrance of Lyra.
The plain white undergarment did not diminish her allure; in fact, it made anyone who saw it feel even more excited.
Causing Lathel to suddenly feel the urge to commit a crime.
"No! Lathel… stop…" Lyra gritted her teeth and said, her eyes becoming moist as if about to cry.
She immediately channeled the flow of magic, but seeing Lathel's expression, she knew clearly that he was being controlled by Dark Mist, and her heart felt pained.
'No! If I resist, I'll hurt him.' Lyra bit her lip, her heart seeming to start hesitating, however…
