The kiss continued.
Seeing his sister's Berserk becoming more and more intense, Kataya felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.
He was both angry, as the person wasn't himself, and relieved, because if it had been him, he probably would have met his end when the pleasure ended.
But no matter what, the feeling of having something of his own taken away right before his eyes still caused him an unspeakable pain in his heart.
He could only console himself.
It was just a kiss, just a kiss, it didn't count for much.
Time passed, and Castalia finally let go.
Yes, it was Jiang Lu who took the initiative at first, but then it was Castalia who was unwilling to let go.
You weren't moved by my earnest pleas, but he forcibly kissed you and you reveled in it!
"Just now... what was that? What exactly was that?!"
Castalia's eyes became hazy; she wanted to understand what method Jiang Lu had used to produce such a special sensation.
Jiang Lu smiled faintly, "You mean... this?"
