Late at night, Samael stretched lazily and headed toward his bedroom, feeling completely refreshed and in an exceptionally good mood.
It had to be said, Anastasia's ass was round and perky, and spanking it had been remarkably stress-relieving.
Too bad Alice was not here. Otherwise, he could have...
Samael quickly shook his head, driving away those somewhat wicked thoughts. He turned to look at the guide ahead of him, his brow faintly furrowing.
"Hold on."
"W-what?"
Chloe, walking ahead of him, jolted and stiffly turned around. Her flickering eyes held a trace of fear toward a certain humanoid demon.
Samael said nothing. He stepped forward and grabbed Chloe's wrist without explanation.
The sudden contact made Chloe's small body tremble, and an urge to run rose within her.
"Don't move!"
Those words, carrying the tone of an order, were somewhat harsher than before.
Remembering Anastasia's miserable state earlier, the girl's face went pale and her body stiffened.
That woman had been quick and clever, hadn't she? Yet in the end, she had still been pinned to the ground and thoroughly beaten.
And the faster she ran and the harder she struggled, the worse the beating had been.
Realizing this, Chloe looked at the large hand raised over her head. She crushed her delusions of escape, lowered her head with a miserable expression, and stood obediently in resignation, entirely devoid of her usual cunning and liveliness.
However, the hand above her head fell unexpectedly onto her forearm. The tips of Samael's joined index and middle fingers brushed over a wound near her elbow that was faintly oozing blood.
At once, milky white light surged forth. A tingling itch spread across her skin, while wisps of red-black mist were melted away by the warmth.
This was the wound rapidly healing and the poison