To Get Stronger, I’m Forced to Grind Their Affection

In the forest, there was a place surrounded by four or five young men.

The young man standing at the front was holding a long whip in his hand. With a crack of the whip, it landed on a tree stump nearby, even leaving a crack in the stump.

Then he looked ahead at the two little girls huddled together.

'Crack!'

The whip fell to the ground once again, making a piercing sound that made them involuntarily lower their heads and hold each other tightly.

'Speak! What did you two do last night?'

The young man said sternly.

'Nothing... nothing...'

'Nothing? Hahaha!'