Fifteen minutes later, in a dim alley somewhere, Chloe hugged a carton full of boxes, her eyes brimming with tears as she sucked in cold breaths and endured the waves of burning pain in her backside. Meanwhile, Samael, empty-handed and using brute force to exploit child labor, elegantly stepped forward and knocked on a tightly shut door.
"Eek..."
Before long, the door was pulled open from within. A Yamato nadeshiko-style married woman stood in the entryway, dressed in an ornate kimono. Her delicate features carried a trace of heroic spirit, and her waterfall of black hair was loosely gathered into a married woman's coiffure. With her hands folded over her abdomen, she bent respectfully at a ninety-degree angle, revealing a worryingly deep cleavage as she spoke solemnly.
"Welcome home, Master."
"..."
Samael, standing at the door, froze, and the smile he forced onto his face twitched slightly.
What kind of ridiculous settings had Touko given her? Wife roleplay?
Hearing the commotion behind him, Chloe came over and caught sight of the awkward scene. She raised her elbow and jabbed Samael in the lower back, her face full of teasing mockery.
"She seems to be calling you Master."
"Sounds like you know a lot about this?"
"Please, I'm super familiar with this kind of—"
Hearing that meaningful question, the competitive Chloe could not help placing her hands on her hips, wearing an expression of profound expertise.
However, before she could finish, Samael raised his right hand with a smile and skillfully rubbed together his middle finger, index finger, and thumb.
A crisp snap echoed beside the girl's ears.
Chloe immediately stiffened. Her lips pressed tightly together as though they had been glued shut with industrial adhesive, and she could only make muffled whimpering sounds.
Damn it, he muted me again!
Savage!