I tore all the vines off her body with a swift, merciless pull and let her collapse to the ground like a ragdoll dropped from a great height.
Dorothea lay there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, eyes hazy from the overwhelming stimulation.
Then, suddenly, she gasped sharply, like someone jolted out of a trance.
"Ah…! W-Why'd you drop me like that?!"
Her voice trembled... not out of fear, but out of longing.
Her body, her mind… she still craved more of the pleasure those vines had given her.
She wasn't even trying to hide it. It was written all over her face.
But I had no intention of feeding that desire any further.
"I'm not giving it to you," I said flatly.
"Eh?! W-Why not?!"
"Because you were clearly losing yourself in it," I told her, narrowing my eyes. "You were drowning in that pleasure until nothing made sense anymore. It stopped being fun. It stopped being sane."
