Chapter 42: Female Slave Iris’s Hard Netorare Sales
"Let’s start the business talk. Iris, are you wearing the underwear I gave you?"
"...Y-Yes."
As expected of Iris. She’s properly wearing that string-like underwear.
"Now, take off your clothes and show me your underwear."
"...M-Master, is this okay?"
Iris looks at Morris on the sofa, her eyes pleading. She seems to hope, even slightly, that her master, Morris, will refuse this embarrassing request.
"Hm, take them off, Iris," Morris says.
But her pervert master, who loves netorare, ignores Iris’s pleading gaze and gives a cold command.
"...Understood, Master."
Iris slowly removes her clothes, one piece at a time. The soft sound of silk rustling fills the air as her garments pile up on the sofa.
Finally, in her underwear, Iris shyly covers her boobs and twists her body. She’s wearing the red underwear I gave her last time. The thin fabric, barely covering anything, looks almost like red strings, accentuating the beautiful curves of Iris’s body, like ropes binding her.