In a sense, Iris's request was not unreasonable, but Jonas caught the hidden meaning in her words.
She wanted to be like Eiffel... Of course, she did not mean that in any simple sense. It was not as though they had never been intimate before, but their encounters had leaned more toward tender affection. Iris was deeply dependent on him, and Jonas would not take things too far...
At least, the way he interacted with Eiffel might have been a little too intense for Iris.
So he could only pretend not to understand her, asking in a puzzled voice:
"What things...? I'm not quite sure what you mean, Iris."
At that, Iris puffed out her cheeks. Seeing that Jonas really seemed not to understand, she began to hesitate.
After a long moment, the girl blushed and said in a tiny voice:
"You know... collars, and that master stuff..."
-When did I ever do that kind of play with Eiffel?
As for someone who had dressed up as a catgirl recently, Miss Beigong Ling certainly counted...
But when it came to Miss Eiffel, he had no particularly clear memory of it.
Jonas brought his thoughts back to reality and looked helplessly at the girl before him.
Still, if Iris liked it, he could hardly turn her down.
This is someone else's invitation, not a sin of my own making.
"If you like it, Mr. Jonas, I'd like to try it too..."
As she spoke, a hint of anticipation entered Iris's voice.
Jonas rubbed her head. Looking at her faintly flushed cheeks, he had begun to guess why she was doing this.
Iris's dependence on him had actually reached an unhealthy level. But because she was naturally obedient and did not want to trouble him, that dependence had gradually transformed into a