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You mean the leash?

The red leash imbued with the manager’s power.

It was practically a symbol of what had happened on Floor 74.

Sonya, who had tried to overpower me and do who-knows-what to me.

And me, who had been willing to do anything to restrain her.

And the somewhat risqué things that had happened.

Even though it had been to survive, putting a leash on her and fondling her entire body had been an excessively stimulating act, even in retrospect.

And the person involved had been none other than Sonya, one of the Seven Heroes.

A wolf beastperson, a member of the canine family.

I had put a leash around that wolf beastperson’s neck...