Haimo was holding that foot in his palm, toying with it.
The instep arched high, tracing an alluring curve, and her toes curled tightly together in utter shame, their neatly trimmed nails tinged a faint pink.
"L-let... go... of me..."
Sasamori Aya's brows knitted tightly, her teeth clenched.
Her usually proud, coldly beautiful face wore a rare look of mortification, and even the roots of her ears had turned crimson.
Being completely controlled like this...
Without the slightest room to resist...
Able only to passively endure...
Experiencing it firsthand.
For Sasamori Aya.
It was simply worse than being killed outright!
She wanted to challenge a god, to conquer a god, not be toyed with at his whim like a broken doll, as she was now!
"N-no... don't touch there anymore..."
Sasamori Aya tried to pull her foot back, but her leg would not obey her at all. Instead, it lay limp, unable to muster any strength.
Haimo acted as though he had not heard her, her feeble resistance only piquing his interest further.
Every touch.
Felt as though it struck her fatal weakness.
Sasamori Aya's breathing grew increasingly rapid.
Her chest rose and fell.
The snowy whiteness rippled with it.
Softness that fit within a hand.
"Mmph-!!!"
"God... you... bastard..."
Until Sasamori Aya finally flew into a humiliated rage, gritting her teeth and glaring fiercely at Haimo with her phoenix eyes. They shimmered with moisture, her entire face now as red as a cooked shrimp.
Though she was cursing him, the posture she presented at that moment left her completely at his mercy.
"~"
Seeing this.
Haimo knew it was time to stop.
After all, if he kept teasing her like this, given Sasamori Aya's fiery temperament, she might truly bite her tongue off to preserve her last shred of