"It's just mutually using each other's bodies. You have to put in more effort; that way, it can be your personal possession alone."
Flandre returned to her usual faint smile, which carried a hint of playful manipulation. However, in Kael's eyes, she had completely lost the high-and-mighty aura she had when he first met the witch.
What's done was done; Flandre didn't mince words. She merely wiped her mouth and snorted, saying:
"Incubus... truly is the epitome of evil!"
Kael raised an eyebrow but didn't expose her pretense.
After all, Flandre's face, which savored the lingering pleasure, still bore an undying blush.
Her facade of indifference couldn't mask that blush, making her seem like a pouting little woman instead.
Ha, women!
Kael no longer felt troubled by such things. He just couldn't figure out why the relationship between them had escalated so rapidly.
Recalling something, Kael wore a subtle smile and leaned closer to Flandre, whispering:
