"Try it."
Haimo said.
His fingers tightened slightly.
He directly held Amou in his arms and stood up from the chair.
"!"
With this movement.
The loose shirt of Sasamori Aya directly slipped down below her shoulders.
Exposing large patches of snow-white skin.
Haimo carried her toward the mahogany desk in the study.
He swept across it casually.
Chapter 85: The ploughed field, the unharmed cattle (Part 1)
"Crash--"
Accompanied by the motion of his arm sweeping across the desk, everything was mercilessly brushed down onto the floor.
Clattering and rolling, they made a messy sound.
However, this sound was instantly covered up by another more blood-pumping sound.
Because a figure was heavily slammed onto that empty mahogany desk.
"Ugh!"
Sasamori Aya let out a short, muffled groan.
That was not only due to the pain generated by the direct collision between her back and the hard mahogany, but also because of the absolute power that easily suppressed her tall, 1.7-meter-tall body like a plaything.
The butterfly bones on her back pressed hard against the desk, instantly tightening her nerves, which were already sensitive to the extreme from excitement.
This hard-on-hard contact did not have even a shred of tenderness.
Yet--
Sasamori Aya did not have any resistance.
On the contrary.
That pair of slender and powerful legs traced an arc in mid-air, wrapping tightly around him as her whole body struggled to rise and meet him.
This pain-this was what she craved most right now.
For someone like her who had nothing in this world except becoming stronger.
Gentleness was poison; only this kind of force that could crush bones to pieces could make her restless heart calm down just a little.
"Ha... God..."
Sasamori Aya's slender neck tilted far back, and her raven-black long hair was scattered messily