Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1052 - You Have Changed, Alex!

Chapter 1052 You Have Changed, Alex!

Camilla’s mind was totally blank. That amazing yet shameful feeling was still transmitting in her body. She wanted to stop but she couldn’t.

I actually made a sound! It’s so shameful! But this feeling... Why does it feel so good...

Camilla’s face was so red as if blood could ooze out anytime. Her slightly narrowed eyes were so seductive, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She looked at the man who was holding the whip and standing in front of her with a confused mind.

How can this happen?! Why can’t I control my body! Furthermore... why do I like this feeling... Perhaps I really am a masochist? No... It’s not possible...

Camilla’s psychological barrier began to break down, and her worldview started to become unstable.

Too heavy-handed?

Mag stared at Camilla, whose actions were a little exaggerated, in a daze.

He wasn’t a pervert. He just wanted to teach Camilla a little lesson so this countess would stop trying to ambush him, hit him with a club, and drag him into a little dark hut every day.

After all, she was a 9th-tier vampire, and his power was only at peak 7th-tier. There was no way he could beat her in a fight.

As for killing her, he had thought about that before too.

However, she still had a black cat servant who had gone missing and most probably knew about this.

Given Camilla’s status, of course she was not going to die quietly.

Furthermore, she had never demonstrated that she wanted to kill him. What amazed him even more was that she actually came up with a weird tactic to prove that he was a masochist and then make him despise himself in front of Miss Gloria. But her actual implementation was a little stupid.

It seems too perverted to use a whip. It doesn’t match my genteel temperament.

Mag gazed at Camilla, who was panting slightly and had a silver of saliva dripping from the side of her lips, and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He put down the whip in his hands and took up a candle.

Wax play was a form of art.

Mag lit up the candle sincerely and walked toward Camilla.

Camilla stared at Mag who was walking toward her. Although her heart resisted, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she even started to imagine how the red hot candle wax would feel when it dripped onto her body.

It’s so shameful! But why do I feel a little excited?!

Only that little candle light was left in Camilla’s eyes as she swallowed her saliva.

Camilla was tied up by a red rope; Mag was approaching her with a red candle; in a little dark hut. Everything seemed so erotic.

“Boom!”

Right at this moment, the door of the little dark hut burst open and became countless splinters as a strong wind blew into the room.

Mag used his hand to block the wind so that the candle wasn’t extinguished. He looked at that dancing flame and sighed a breath of relief.

Hmm? This shouldn’t be my concern right now!

Mag suddenly remembered something as a chill swept over him from his back.

His eyes immediately widened as he turned around.

At the doorway, a woman who was wearing a long white dress and white gauze hat, slowly put down her leg. It looked that it was her who kicked the door into the wood chips that were flying around in the house.

Of course, that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that Mag had already recognized who this was!

Even though she was wearing a white gauze hat, that white dress with gold embroidery and the slender and sexy figure all accentuated the identity of the person.

A woman who shouldn’t be here at all.

The most powerful woman on the Norland Continent, the former princess of the elves, also his nominal wife, Amy’s mother—Irina.

In a dark room, a woman was bound by a red rope using a shameful technique, a man whose clothes were in a disarray, the whip that casually abandoned on the floor and the lit candle in Mag’s hand. Irina’s face was as cold as frost. That frost began to spread from the doorway into the little dark hut with a deep sense of coldness.

Irina narrowed her eyes slightly after giving Camilla a glance. She had even rode on this bat with big breasts in the past before, but now she was trying to steal her man.

Mag’s lips moved a little as he squeezed out a forced smile. “You may not believe me if I say this. We are just rehearsing the script.”

“Oh, men.”

Irina glared at him and the candle flame blazed instantly.

A drop of red candle wax flowed down the candle and onto his hand. He let out a surprised shout as his hand shook and threw away the red candle.

Mag could sense Irina’s chilling face even it’s behind the gauze.

However, this explanation... Even he couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

A person barging in suddenly had also given Camilla a shock.

If someone saw her like this and word got out, her reputation would be damaged!

If Miss Gloria knew about this... Camilla couldn’t bear to think about it. She was embarrassed enough to know that she was a masochist, and if Gloria found out about that too, she would never be able to hold her head up high in front of her again.

Camilla raised her chin, and proudly said, “Hey, woman, let me tell you this. I am only demonstrating the actions for him. He is my plaything. Don’t be mistaken.”

The spirit binding rope had restrained all her magic, and at the same time it had rendered her unable to find out who the intruding person was. She could only vaguely sense something familiar.

“Shut up, stupid bat.”

Irina took out a wooden folding chair and “bam”, the chair sent Camilla, whose mouth was wide open, flying. She got embedded into the wall and fainted with her eyes rolled backward.

“How dare you play with my man?” Irina said coldly.

Mag stared at the lone remaining leg of the chair in Irina’s hand and Camilla who was stuck onto the wall, and his adam’s apple shifted. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!

But! Is this the scene of a busted adultery?! Mag panicked slightly and felt a weird sense of shame at being caught in action.

Wait!

Wasn’t I the victim who was hit by a club and dragged here?

Mag suddenly felt something was amiss. Even though this looked like a SM scene... he was truly a helpless and innocent victim from the start.

Mag tried his best to shake the wood chips off his head naturally as he asked Irina, “What are you doing here?”

“You have changed, Alex!” Irina removed her gauze hat and stared into Mag’s eyes.

There were no hysterics, only a disappointed look. But, it made Mag’s sense of shame even stronger.

“This is not what you imagine...” Mag tried to explain.

“You are so naughty.”

Irina frowned slightly as she flicked her finger, and the black whip on the floor dropped into her hand.

Mag felt like escaping, but he couldn’t move a single step as he remembered the difference between his and her power. He didn’t kneel on the spot, because his legs were scared stiff.

“Smack!

The sound of the whip landing on a body reverberated throughout the little dark hut.

“Ah~”