“Don’t underestimate the Sword Saint of Baekhwa. Oh, is this woman your mother?”

I grabbed the hair of Creepmary’s unconscious mother, lifting her head as I ran my tongue along her cheek. The blatant display of treating her as prey made Creepmary’s expression contort in anger.

“Stop that! Hiiieeek!”

Bzzzzzzz

“What’s a helpless woman who can’t even handle a single dildo saying? Hey, look at this.”

I showed her the photos I’d taken just moments before, and her face turned pale. Yes, that’s right. That’s exactly the reaction I wanted from this pathetic woman.

“T-Those…”

“Wouldn’t it be interesting if …