Devouring the Hero's Family

“I’ll start now.”

I slowly approached Priscilla, whose hands were tied above her head.

Her body was tense, her eyes blindfolded.

I gently tickled the nape of her neck with a feather.

“Ugh… huh…”

Priscilla let out a soft moan, her neck shrinking back.

The sensation of tickling mixed with faint pleasure.

This wasn’t about making her feel good—it’s about heating up her body.

“If you keep dodging like that, I can’t do this properly.”