"Hahahahaha! Raise your head and let your queen have a look."
Tamamo Hotaru lounged lazily on a two-meter-wide throne, lifting Shinji's chin with a black leather whip.
Dressed in a songstress's gorgeous outfit, Shinji obediently raised his head, tears in his eyes.
"Please be gentle with me, Your Majesty~"
"Gentle? No! Your queen likes it rough! Guards, carry him back to my bedchamber! Wahahahaha!"
"Hahaha... wahahahaha..."
"Never thought you'd see this day, did you? Take a lash from your queen!"
"Go on, scream! The louder you scream, the more excited your queen gets! Wahahaha..."
Watching her mistress talk in her sleep with a lewd grin on her face, Bright Moon sensibly hid far away, afraid she would end up splattered with blood.
Couldn't she see that the lord's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was stretching his limbs with a smile that didn't reach his eyes?
Mistress, oh, mistress, even if you really do think that way, you can't just say it out loud!
Ugh, this teammate is too awful. There's just no carrying her.
Forget it. Just wait for death. There's no saving her.
Bright Moon simply closed her eyes, plugged her ears, and went to sleep.
She would collect her mistress's body tomorrow...
Then Shinji gave a cold laugh and said quietly, "Wake up!"
To wake Tamamo Hotaru from her grand fantasy, he had no choice but to use Cursed Speech.
The sleep effect afflicting her came from a Cursed Object, and when she woke depended on her own mental strength and willpower. External force alone could not wake her.
Otherwise, Yusuke Katagiri would never have been able to do whatever he pleased.
Imagine giving a patient an injection, only for the patient to suddenly wake up. How awkward would