Her delicate brows knitted slightly as she looked at the strange man before her.
On Kafka's beautiful face.
The helplessness and self-mockery faded.
Replaced by utter shock and confusion.
Was Lin Chen actually going to let her go?
Was he no longer planning to do something terribly wicked to her?
But... Kafka's instincts had always been sharp.
She could distinctly sense that Lin Chen, that shameless pervert.
Had seemed ready to make a move on her just now.
"If you understood me, then hurry up and do it..."
"If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!"
Smack.
Lin Chen brought his palm down hard on Kafka's full, shapely backside.
Beneath her black hot pants, jelly-like ripples spread and quivered.
The mature beauty with long burgundy hair, still caught in her confusion.
Was jolted back to her senses by Lin Chen's brazen action.
"Ugh... damn you..."
Her slender hands clenched into fists as she heard that resounding slap.
Kafka felt utterly humiliated, yet there was nothing she could do.
He held the knife, and she was at his mercy.
If she refused to obey.
Who knew what terrifying things this hateful man might do?
"Kafka... just do what he says!"
"Seriously, don't drop dead in front of me. I don't want to see you die..."
She slowly hobbled toward the Stellaron Restraint Device's console.
Her face flushed crimson, Silver Wolf still remembered to call out a warning.
Although she had regained some ability to move.
Those damned silver threads were wrapped a little too tightly.
So much so that every step Silver Wolf took brought a strange heat down there.
But things had reached this point, and all she could do was grit her teeth and endure it.
Although she could still risk using the power of her