Baird rolled on the ice floor while holding his crotch tightly. The cold winds continued to sweep past, bringing snowflakes and small ice crystals.
Baird was no longer in any state to worry about hypothermia or anything else. The only thing worrying him was his treasured jewels. The crushing sound of them being shattered like eggs was reverberating in his mind continuously.
Some distance away, Morales gulped down. Unknowingly, his body was covered with sweat despite the freezing temperature.
Just a minute ago, his eyes were red with envy when Ashlyn decided to help Baird. He cursed Baird for his superior luck to have an intimate moment with such a gorgeous goddess, but now, he no longer held such thoughts. He observed Baird's purple face and he felt a chill down his spine as he imagined the state he would be in if he also got a chance to share an intimate moment with Ashlyn.
