Chapter 12. A Late-Blooming Thief Is All the More Fearsome (10)

Dokgo Ryeong slightly lifted her clothes to show him and said.

“Please… make me feel good, too…”

“I suppose I should.”

As Wi Ilcheong reached out, Dokgo Ryeong naturally caught his arm and nestled into his embrace.

Clutching the arm she held, Dokgo Ryeong murmured.

“P-please touch my breasts…”

“You must have enjoyed it quite a bit when I touched them earlier.”

“I… yes…”

Dokgo Ryeong started to object, but lowered her head and admitted it.

“I… like it when you… touch my nipples…”...