#75. Huh? Geneva? What's That?

#75. Huh? Geneva? What's That?

As I said before, I don't have the rapist's habit of forcing myself on women I dislike.

But I was even less of a saint who would let a woman who had provoked me off scot-free.

Just as most people in the world were neither saints nor villains, I simply treated others according to my mood that day.

“Do you even know what you interrupted?”

“Mmph!! Mmph mph!!!”

Because the unnamed dark elf woman was tied to a tree, she couldn't escape my hand as it toyed with her breasts like playthings.

All she could do was make muffled noises and twist her body this way and that.

“Are you shaking around like that to wake your comrades?”

I let out a laugh like one straight out of an AV with humiliation and training tags as I pinched her slightly stiffened nipple...