"Cough, cough..."
"Alright, alright, I understand you were uncomfortable because of the gag, but will you stop your old granny-like coughing now? It's almost been two minutes, and whatever entered your belly is already gone. It won't come out and change the fact that you drank your own pee by squirting your underwear in your mouth... By the way, how was the taste?"
Myne asked with a feigned curious expression and a playful smile on his face. He stared at the fatty on the chair who was attempting to vomit everything in his stomach, but obviously failing without external support like shoving his fingers down his throat or forceful simulation. He could only manage empty coughs.
"Who are you, Mister, and why did you bring me here?" Although the fatty was so angry that if looks could kill, Myne might have died a thousand times by now, he still spoke with a forced politeness and a disgusting, strained smile.
