Just Pretend I Got Fucked by a Dog!

It wasn't that she didn't want to; she simply had no strength left.

Hyuga Matsuba raised an eyebrow. Vermouth was undeniably beautiful and had a great figure. Things had already reached this point, so how could he possibly stop?

Besides, he hadn't started this in the first place. Vermouth could only blame herself for delivering herself to his door.

The next morning, Vermouth slowly opened her eyes, feeling as though her entire body had been shattered. She ached terribly.

At that moment, the memories in her mind seemed to gradually return, and she slowly recalled what had happened.

Her first thought had been to settle the score with him, but when she turned her head and saw that handsome face, she suddenly wasn't quite so angry anymore.

But that only lasted for a second. Then she spotted the pistol beside her and snatched it up.

Yet she had no strength left at all. She couldn't even hold the gun steadily.

Seeing that the man before her still seemed to be asleep, she prepared to take this opportunity to get rid of him.

But just as she was about to pull the trigger, she suddenly hesitated.

After joining that organization, she had been forced to take a certain medicine. So even though she had been an adult for a long time, her body was still like that of a child. She had never had such an experience before; Hyuga Matsuba was the first.

"I'll give you one last chance. If there's a next time, I definitely won't let you off." Vermouth snorted coldly.

But that was only a beautiful fantasy. Reality was especially cruel—she had no strength to even sit up.

Before she could even straighten herself, she collapsed back down.

"I suggest you behave yourself. You don't have any strength