After waking up, Mirna looked at the Demon Lord who shameless walked out of the bed, before picking her up into the bathroom.
She don't mind being cleaned, but she do mind the Demon Lord being the one who does it. Unfortunately, there is nothing she could do about it, other than hoping for the best for the day.
'At least there should be no way possible for things to be even worse than being raped all over the city, and being used inside the makeshift bar yesterday.'
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Mirna looked at the grotesque, fleshy and writhing object in front of him, and could not help but thought,
'I should not tempt fate.'
Looking at the tentacles formed by the Demon Lord, all her holes ached from the memory of being pounded by the tendrils, with no mercy shown during the entire process.
