Lynn asked earnestly.
Black String Moon stalled for a moment, like a machine jamming, then silently nodded.
Seeing her admit it, Lynn took a deep breath and finally relaxed in relief. He did not know whether to feel grateful or helpless, and an extremely complicated mix of emotions welled up within him.
Because that really did make sense.
We haven't even known each other for a day. How could the cold, aloof, abstinent Miss Doll possibly give me tacit permission to take liberties with her? If that command hadn't restrained her, she probably would have killed me the moment I reached out.
Fortunately, he had indeed held on to a shred of reason and clarity.
Because if he had not sensed her resistance and stopped in time, someone else in his position might have immediately overcome her resistance and forced himself on her.
At that thought, Lynn broke out in a cold sweat.
Because something was wrong.
The desire and fire within him had risen far too quickly.
He did not consider himself a ravenous creature who thought with his lower half, yet while winding Miss Doll up just now, he had felt such an intense urge to take liberties with her.
Could the Weeping Clown have amplified my desires?
No.
The Matriarch is still suppressing the Weeping Clown with angel's blood. If it showed any sign of breaking free, I would definitely receive clear feedback.
Then what caused it?
Am I really an animal who thinks with his lower half? The sort of depraved pervert who can't budge at the sight of a pretty Loli and starts dreaming up every possible way to trick her into bed?
As he pondered, he began to doubt himself.
Lynn asked hesitantly, "Aside from that command, did she do anything else?"
Black String