"Ouch... Ah, it hurts," Aeria stammered, flustered by her own behavior.

Davey let out a short breath and said, "Princess, you brought this upon yourself."

"No, I don't want this... Don't do this," she begged.

"It's already too late," he responded, causing tears to well up in Aeria’s eyes.

Despite her desperate struggle to get away from him, Davey slowly approached her, stretching out his other hand. The atmosphere between them was undeniably lascivious, with her clothes clinging to her body.

In this strangely heated atmosphere, Aeria, unable to contain her fear, tightly shut her eyes. She bit her lips and began to tremble violently.

Thud!

Contrary to her worry, Davey’s hand grasped her shoulder. She let out a weak moan. Her eyes, which had been fixated on Davey, rolled back.

"Ah… Huh?" she exclaimed, now with her back to him and was seated on the floor.

However, Davey had already laid both of his hands on her shoulders. Then, with a 'crack', the sound of stiffened muscles and bones twisting filled the air.

"Ah!" A surprised scream escaped...