Otto walked a short distance behind Rita, scrolling through Himeko's increasingly explicit private photos while leisurely sipping black tea.
He had brewed black tea, but he hadn't invited Rita.
Rita was working so hard, so he couldn't disturb her. Besides, if she wasn't completely focused, she should have been able to smell it. Rita wasn't some child too timid to speak up. If she wanted tea, she would ask for it herself. This wasn't imprisonment, after all, and This Bishop wasn't some demon.
Since she hadn't said anything, she probably didn't want any.
Still, Otto found it a little strange that Rita kept twisting her body around. She was probably tired from sitting for too long and stretching her muscles.
Rather than dwell on that, he decided to chat with Kiana and see how things were going over there.
Otto lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.
Baby, send me a lewd thigh-high pic.
Otto sent Kiana a message.
Lewd thigh-high pic
A few seconds later, Kiana sent a somewhat blurry photo of a pair of legs. It looked like she had casually snapped it just now.
Otto recognized Auntie Ya's thighs. As for why he recognized them, it was because he had made those legs himself.
He had created all of Auntie Ya.
As for why she had sent Auntie Ya's legs, it was because Kiana wasn't wearing thigh-highs today. Otto knew that perfectly well; he just wanted to see Kiana send someone else's.
?
Otto sent a thumbs-up.
(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯
Yes, Kiana's response was very dangerous.
Otto spent the next few minutes coaxing Kiana into calming down.
Meanwhile, Rita remained vigilant against the possibility of Otto's beastly attack while dealing with work so maddening it left her speechless. She skipped lunch and remained seated there working nonstop