Chapter 26: Punching Bag
With a devilish grin plastered across his face, Einar grabbed a fistful of thick, slimy monster blood and smeared it all over Laura’s face and body.
"Ewww...!! You piece of shit, get away from me!!" she shrieked, flailing her limbs like a fish out of water.
But alas—her struggles were futile.
Einar, the scum of the earth, held her even tighter. His blood-soaked hand clung to her waist like a predator unwilling to let go of its prey.
"Ahahaha!!" he laughed maniacally, his voice filled with unrestrained joy. "Now that your clothes are stained, how about I paint your face too?"
"Don’t you dare!" she snapped, her eyes widened in horror.
But he did.
With malicious intent, Einar uncovered her hood, exposing her terrified face, and with exaggerated theatrical flair—he smeared the blood and mucus all over her pristine face.
"HEHEHEHEHE!!"
"You—absolute scum!!" she gagged, trying to wriggle free, but his grip was ironclad.
"Whew... man, I feel SO relieved now," Einar finally exhaled, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow after thoroughly defiling her cleanliness.