1051 There Is No Secret Here, Only Practice Makes Perfec
“Nothing has changed in the past three years. It’s rather disappointing.”
On the streets of Chaos City, Irina, who was wearing a hat with white gauze, looked around her with a smile.
“His restaurant is called Mamy Restaurant? I got to ask someone for directions,” Irina murmured softly as she turned into a small alley next to her.
Five minutes later, in the corner of a small alley, Irina held onto a chair as she stared at a helpless forest troll cowering in the corner. She asked in a calm voice, “Spit it out. What do you know?”
“Mamy Restaurant is at Aden Square. You can’t make it in time for a meal even if you rush over now… This is all I know…” That forest troll felt like crying as he looked at the lady wearing the white gauze hat. He didn’t dare to make a move.
He was walking on the street, and he was tripped by a chair out of the blue. Then, he was dragged into the alley for questioning. Whom did he offend!?
Even though he couldn’t see this lady’s face and she looked thin and frail, that strike with the chair had shown him the real meaning of life.
Did he dare to move?
He indeed didn’t dare to move at all.
“Alright, you can faint now.” Irina stared into that troll’s eyes for a while to make sure he had said the truth before she raised the chair in her hand.
“Fu*k your mother…”
…
“Here? It looks rather good. But, why isn’t anyone here?”
Irina stood at the entrance of Mamy Restaurant and looked at the closed restaurant with furrowed eyebrows.
There was n.o.body in the restaurant.
“Young lady, you can quit waiting. I don’t know where Boss Mag went to fool around today, he even disappeared without announcing his leave. If you want to eat something, come earlier to line up tonight. The opening hours are over now,” an old man, who was sitting on a bench and sunbathing, reminded Irina kindly with a slightly discontented voice.
He had lined up for over half an hour for lunch, and yet he had only eaten two beef kebabs. Although it was very delicious, he wasn’t full, so he was a little dicontended.
“Fool around?” Irina’s gaze turned cold instantly, and the temperature dipped together with her. She turned around slowly and coldly asked that old man, “Where is he now?”
The old man’s expression changed immediately. He had already felt the sudden dip in temperature and the scary aura emanating from that young lady. He said in a shaky voice, “He… I saw Boss Mag go into that little alley in the morning. That isn’t the direction back to the restaurant…”
…
“Why are you so proficient?” In the little hut, Camilla stared at the red rope that was tied around her body in a weird and demonstrative manner. She couldn’t help but blink. She had tried so hard, and yet she couldn’t even tie Mag’s hands up, but he had tied her up completely in an instant.
“There is no secret here, only practice makes perfect,” Mag said calmly as he took up the black whip that was set aside.
He didn’t have many hobbies, but this could be considered as one.
Of course, this was only the fundamental model.
Looking at the black whip in Mag’s hand, Camilla suddenly regained her wits. The rope on her body was tied tight. Her ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s were compressed, and lines of red were criss-crossing on her snowy long and round legs. Slight electrifying numbness spread from the point where she was bound. That weird feeling made her want to clench her legs tightly.
But the intertwining rope forced her legs to spread apart. This made her want to struggle.
However, this was an advanced spirit binding rope. Even though she had a 9th-tier power, she still wouldn’t be able to conjure up the magic in her body once she was tied, let alone get out of it.
It was a single rope, and so the entire body could feel it when one area moved. She only needed to move a little, and the numbness would get stronger as if dozens of tentacles were sliding across her body. Finally, she couldn’t help make a sound.
“Mmm~”
This moan was unbelievably seductive; coupled with Camilla’s queenly presence and the way she looked when she was tied up, it was even more intense. Even Mag couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.
How could I make a sound like this! Camilla blushed as she felt her mind go blank. She was an authentic s.a.d.i.s.t, so how could she derive happiness from bondage! This was impossible!
“Mmm~ Because I have already learnt how to, release me right now. It’s my turn to tie you up.” Camilla pressed a “Like” for her wits and smoothness as she commanded Mag with her chin slightly raised, her queenly presence on full display.
Heh, stupid bat.
Mag laughed at her in his heart before he looked at the black whip in his hands and shook his head. “No way. Although I don’t know why the Countess knocked me out and dragged me here, as a normal human being, there is no way I will release you at a moment like this. Or else, I am worried I will not be able to walk out of here today? I still have to go back to cook for my lovely customers.”
He had already looked at his watch. He had missed the lunch service perfectly during the time he was out. Since he had nothing to do even if he went back now, he wasn’t in a hurry.
As he grabbed the whip in his hand, a long-lost feeling surged back to his heart and made Mag curl his lips slightly. Smiling, he looked at Camilla, whose curves were displayed fully by the thick red ropes, and said, “Seems that the Countess quite likes these little toys. It’s such a coincidence as I like them too.”
His smile is so perverted! Why am I panicking?! Camilla stared at Mag with a nervous expression. But, she swiftly consoled herself in her heart, It’s okay. He is just a stupid human. Furthermore, a person like him is at most a perverted m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t.
“Ah. Don’t think you can do anything to me just because you have tied me up. I am an authentic s.a.d.i.s.t. Even if you whip me, I will not make a single sound. And you, this perverted m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t, will kneel and lick my feet eventually.” Camilla raised her chin and looked at Mag sarcastically.
“Is being a s.a.d.i.s.t something to be proud of?” Black lines appeared on Mag’s face.
Furthermore!
Just why would this chap think that he was a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t?
He obviously was an authentic s.a.d.i.s.t, okay!
…Hmm?
This was also nothing to be proud of.
“Actually, every m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t staunchly believed that they were a s.a.d.i.s.t before the whip landed on them.” Mag snapped the whip together with his hands as he walked toward Camilla.
“Ah. If I make a sound, consider me losing,” Camilla said proudly.
“Smack!”
The black whip landed on that round and perky b.u.t.t, and made a crisp and melodious sound.
A numb feeling like an electric current dispersed from the area where the whip landed and spread throughout Camilla’s body. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as a blush swiftly appeared on her cheeks. She clenched her teeth and trembled slightly. Finally, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“Mmm, mmm~”