This level of restraint was merely uncomfortable for Silver Wolf.
It was subtle—neither unpleasant nor relaxing.
It felt like being psychologically manipulated.
In truth, what troubled Silver Wolf most right now was not her stacked limbs, but... the feeling around her pants going wet, then dry, then wet again.
—It was simply hellish torture!
"Hehe~ It's practically breathing~"
Kafka saw the part of Silver Wolf that was twitching and lightly tapped it with her finger, drawing it across the middle.
"Is it itchy?"
Silver Wolf's body immediately began to squirm.
"You're so cute, Silver Wolf~"
(Kafka—! You'd better not fall into one of my traps in the next match! Otherwise, I'll show you what a Jeanne equipped with a pile driver—)
"Mm—!"
Silver Wolf could not help letting out a muffled cry.
Just the brush of a finger was already almost too much for her.
She wanted it...
If it were only her and Liu Bai right now, she would absolutely be able to get on top of him without hesitation.
But Kafka just had to be here...
No, even if it was more humiliating, it was not as though she could not shout, "Puppy wants Master's big ○○."
But... it was Kafka!
She had her pride too!
...Fine, she simply found Liu Bai's discipline easier to accept.
As for the reason... it was the same as why Kafka liked tormenting Silver Wolf.
Their relationship as bed sisters had changed their attitudes toward certain things.
—She absolutely could not lose to Kafka!
Make her submit? In her next life!
"Mhm~"
—Yet Kafka did not ask anything. Only a comfortable hum rang out.
Watching Silver Wolf like this felt pretty good for Kafka too.
(What do I do... This can't continue. A way... a way... What would Liu Bai say?)
"...Kafka,