"…or do you plan to do something more interesting?"
"…."
"…."
Her words barely made a ripple.
The battlefield had seen worse.
Still, between the torn silk, the lazy posture, and the way her tits sat perfectly round and unapologetic, any halfway-functional man would've been thirsty enough to start hallucinating.
Wang Xiao wasn't halfway-functional... Today.
He stared at her like he was assessing a malfunctioning weapon. "Define interesting," he said flatly. Then added, without blinking, "You want me to rape you?"
The word landed like a brick.
Athlaea didn't recoil, didn't get angry.
She licked her seductive lips instead, deliberate, and shameless.
"…If you have the ability."
"…."
Wang Xiao turned his head slightly toward Yuriko, genuinely puzzled. "I just kicked her into low orbit. What exactly does she think happens if I force myself on her?" He frowned. "She screams? Files a complaint?"
"…."
