Sam was fearless.
It could be said that he had always been bold, but various constraints had limited his actions. If he had more choices in many matters, perhaps he wouldn't have to take such risks, but too often, his options were severely limited.
The choices that were both dignified and acceptable were even rarer, so he had to choose adventure on this basis. After all, who would choose to bow and scrape if they could walk with their head held high?
At this age, what young men should never lack is courage, and right now, Sam had it in excess.
So, he boldly made his move.
Feeling Angel's slightly struggling body, he found a new kind of thrill.
More enticing than Angel herself was Angel in chains.
The current Angel, when Sam touched her skin and felt her body tremble, it was a peculiar sensation.
Because Angel could only watch the young man, berating him.
"Bastard... what are you doing! Let me go!"
