Devouring the Hero's Family

“You wouldn’t say no, would you? That’s the kind of bet it was.”

I said with a smile, and Priscilla glared at me fiercely.

But it was no different from the meaningless resistance she’d shown several times before.

Once again, Priscilla was the first to give in.

With a rustling sound, Priscilla’s outerwear slid down her skin.

Now only in pure white underwear, Priscilla covered her voluptuous chest with her arms, already looking embarrassed.

“Do I really have to take off my underwear too? I’m already embarrassed enough…”

“Priscilla. Right now, you’re a dog. No, should I say a bitch?”

Priscilla’s face scrunched up even more at the blatant insult.