"Look at that pervert's gaze. I'm sure his eyes are glued to her shapely ass cheeks. And she's wearing that thin tunic again. Tsk tsk..."
Maximus gulped, Kaisen's words hitting him hard.
It was true—Sable always wore that thin tunic that hugged her body tightly.
He couldn't help but remember how it clung to her curves, how others' eyes followed her every move.
"Not to mention, the way her breasts are hanging that low means she isn't wearing any undergarments. Is she always like that?"
If any normal person were to hear the filth Kaisen was spewing, he would've been plastered against a tree by now, his skull cracked open like an overripe melon.
But Maximus's head wasn't in the right place for some time now.
Something inside him had shifted in the past few days, a darkness gnawing at his sanity.
All he could think of was Sable's naked body being gawked at by that pervert.
"She... she wasn't always like this..."
