Those Legs Are Worth a Year (Continued)

Artoria could not describe how she felt. She could only say that if this feeling had a color, it was most likely black.

After doing something like this, she would certainly regret it. But even so, she would not choose to stop.

This was Aya's punishment—for brazenly provoking her and challenging the bottom line of her heart.

"You tempted me. Whatever happens next, it won't be my fault."

Artoria, whose heart had already begun to be tainted, arbitrarily placed herself on the side of "justice." Like an ordinary "perpetrator," she defined her actions as "judgment" and "punishment."

At this moment, she was closer to humanity than to a god—humans liked the word "punishment." It allowed them to justify their own actions while gaining a supreme thrill.

That was right: "punishment" was also a form of "conquest," and it carried no moral burden. "Punishment" meant that while conquering the other person in reality, one also gained moral and spiritual conquest over them.

Double conquest, double pleasure. Unwittingly, Artoria had discovered what humans loved most.

The Artoria of this moment was no longer the true Artoria. Tainted by black desire, she had become a "beast" that followed its urges.

"Artoria-chan." Aya blushed and softly said, "Come punish Mommy."

Unlike Artoria, Aya longed to give. Instinctively, she felt that she had wronged her daughters, especially Artoria.

So, she hoped Artoria could be a little more willful. She hoped that she herself could bear her daughter's willfulness.

Besides that, the main reason was that she had lost her mind under the influence of the high-grade aphrodisiac incense.

Artoria had not figured out the proper way to use the incense. This incense was a premium product made specifically for the Plum Fragrance Coffin, and naturally, it was only meant for high-end rooms—rooms twice the size