Chapter 118
"Fufu-fu-fu-"
"Huh.... huh..."
Ephemera, who had been confined with magic locks and robbed of the mobility of her limbs, was breathing hard and shivering weakly on a plush bed in the VIP dungeon, which is more luxurious than most inns.
Her exposed white skin was sweaty and somewhat pinkish.
Her obscenely swollen nipples were covered in transparent saliva and glistened wetly.
They were licked, rolled, and sucked.
――also bit.
Charlotte's touch lingering on her nipples is enough to numb her with the wonderful sensation of pleasure.
She had been "trained" from a young age to be a "shadow" who would serve as a "tool" for the nobles, but she was originally from a world without sexuality, and her resistance to pleasure was as weak as paper armor.