The Blood Radish on his lap looked alternately pale and flushed, as if she were desperately enduring something utterly humiliating, like someone being secretly groped in a crowd, too afraid to cry out loudly lest others notice her predicament. She lay across Lynn's legs, not daring to move.
Lynn grew curious.
He really hadn't used much force.
Instinctively, Lynn reached for the fateful scruff of her neck, intending to lift her up.
"No!"
She screamed as though something terrifying had happened, clinging tightly to Lynn's legs.
But Lynn ignored her completely.
He grabbed her by the scruff and lifted her.
The Sin Lord's gaze instantly went utterly blank. She froze there as though she had completely broken down, pressing her legs tightly together.
Lynn looked over uncertainly.
"..."
"..."
An eerie silence settled over their surroundings.
The sound of trickling liquid followed.
"What happened?" Lynn asked blankly.
"Aaaah!!!!"
The Blood Radish finally snapped out of it and let out what might have been the loudest scream of her life.
Several minutes later.
With an indescribable expression, Lynn looked at the Blood Radish, who had her legs clamped together and was desperately covering herself, her face a picture of utter devastation.
Her pair of rather small Bat Wings wrapped tightly around her.
Her eyes stared at Lynn with boundless resentment.
"It looks like you really do have some unusual tastes," Lynn said, bemused. "I barely used any force, and you reacted already? Seriously? Just what kind of weird things are going through your head? Are you really that sensitive?"
The Sin Lord clenched her fists in anger and said:
"I do not!!"
"It was obviously because of that potion you forced down my throat! Don't make me out to be so depraved! You sealed all my power. Of course