"You interrupted me again," Austin frowned, his left hand firmly holding Alysia's wrists above her head.
"Who gave you permission to massage my front?" Alysia shot him a glare. To her relief, this time, she found herself still retaining her original strength, unlike before when fear had paralyzed her. With a swift exertion of her power, she effortlessly freed both her wrists from Austin's grip and delivered a sharp kick to his groin.
[You've received a critical hit]
Austin chuckled. "Well, if that's a bit too extreme for your taste, we can always dial it down. How about this? For the duration of the massage, you weren't allowed to interrupt me at all," he proposed.
Austin lowered his head, trying to hide his smirk.
'So, this morning incident hasn't taught you a lesson, huh?' Austin mused silently.
