His thighs buckled as he tried to lift himself up. Tears formed in the corners of her reddened eyes. No matter how bizarre his sexual tastes, it shouldn't hurt to be punched in the stomach until it bruises.

“......h, heh.”

It shouldn't hurt.

Ellicier was tearing up, drooling, writhing, and laughing with pleasure. I stared at him in disgust, then let go of his hand.

“Kholok! Kholok! Kholok! Kholok!”

Ellicier coughed violently as his clogged breathing holes opened up.

The rope around his wrists was still strangling him, but it was nothing compared to the tightening of my hands, which …