"Your clothes aren't torn Zannie~" Ain argued, transfixed by the exclusive beautiful view of cute a pink pussy. Zannie looked down and found Ain's eyes sparkling.
"This it's only me, stupid Ain, not sweet food."
Ain looked up, Zannie used this moment to cover vital areas using her hand which was blocked by the witch, leaving Zannie's raw vagina exposed to the outside air.
"I said, you shut up," Ain spoke firmly.
Zannie was stunned, not impressed by Ain's firm jaw she was annoyed that she was never ready to face Ain's various expressions, especially the deep voice and cold expression on his face.
Zannie looked around, even in her room, Ain's black aura radiated, intimidating any living creature.
