Cat Buddha and the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven (Continued)

She smiled as she spoke.

"Of course, if you insist on having me make one more request, then... please be rougher with me."

What terrifying words.

Durandal could not see her own face.

But at that moment,

she could fully imagine that all color had probably drained from it.

No.

Her kink was yuri.

And she liked being abused too?

No, Rita, that sounded even more perverted than Kiana!!!

In her field of vision, the man who had been toying with Rita suddenly froze.

For the first time, Durandal saw bewilderment on the face of her lazy, talented older brother.

Even her stallion brother had been startled.

After a long silence,

her brother gently embraced Rita and soothed her softly.

"You need some rest. Relax your mind."

"Rita."

"But this is the rest and relaxation I want."

The maid in his embrace seemed to truly enjoy her brother's warmth. She kept curling up her far-from-petite body, making herself more suitable for being held.

That scene

undoubtedly looked like something out of an oil painting.

The cruel-faced yet handsome Dragon blood noble held the blood demon girl, who was equally famous for her cruelty.

In a plain living room that was neither luxurious nor fitting for either blood demons or dragons,

they resembled two weary beasts huddling together for warmth in a cramped cave.

Yet in stark contrast to that picturesque scene,

the words spilling from that beautiful girl's lips made Durandal want to find a crooked tree and hang herself.

"I have always been a selfish woman."

"I crave your warmth, yet I harbor obsession and delusions toward Lord Durandal."

"I waver constantly, and my soul suffers under the torment of morality."

"So I hope that you and she will ravage me roughly, leaving me covered in wounds."

"Use pain