The Scam Begins

An Bingyan was holding a leather whip in her left hand and a European-style cross sword in her right as she looked at Yimo, who was tied to a cross. There was no trace of her earlier caution or timidity on her face. She looked downright arrogant.

She held her head high and had completely followed Yimo's instructions, letting her young lady nature run wild.

Yimo had originally meant to compliment An Bingyan on looking young.

Didn't all girls like being told they looked young?

But he had no idea that a girl with a figure like An Bingyan's was most sensitive to words like "small" and "flat." She had instinctively associated them with her chest, and had immediately lost her temper.

"Hehe, now let's have a proper talk!"

To be honest, if Sakuta's appearance weren't... so hard to describe, and he weren't bound up in ropes, looking like a timid girl being subjected to some embarrassing play, she would have already hit him a couple of times to vent her anger.

She still hadn't done anything, but she raised the whip, intending to scare Yimo.

Yimo knew he had gone too far, and immediately decided to try to make things right. He would have a nice chat with An Bingyan, get a little closer to her, and build up some rapport. So he said, "Oh, as expected of Young Lady An Bingyan."

"Your butler is really skilled at tying people up!"

"Is this something he does a lot in his spare time?"

An Bingyan's face darkened even more at that, and she raised the whip a little higher.

Yimo: "Wait, wait, wait! Hold it! I have something to say!"

An Bingyan frowned. "What is it? Say it!"

Yimo: "That whip of yours looks like a work of art. It's