As the contemplation began to shape, the wild instincts in his blood gave him an advice he could not ignore:
The more beautiful, the more dangerous.
The underdeveloped boy was fortunate, having never experienced the trembling pleasure of embracing a woman's body yet. The immaturity of his mind and body allowed him to evade the sensual trap; unlike the men who had lost their virginity, he did not kowtow to the seductive woman more than a dog to its master.
Would the woman indeed do such an absurd thing? Would the slaver listen to her? There were no guarantees.
Yet the multiple choice question still existed, the agony of how to answer increased as time passed.
"My time isn't unlimited. Hurry up."
The witch stated the fact, while the disgusting cheers of the men echoed her, irritating the boy more than ever.
"Can you keep your promise?"
With a short rod in hand, the adolescent boy with chestnut hair asked affirmatively, the men were vividly reminded of something similar.
