Ah!
Half an hour later, Hestia shook the whip in her hand with a clear and refreshed air, her cute face slightly sweaty, brimming with threads of excitement and contentment.
When the Goddess of the Hearth's eyes inadvertently glanced toward the two figures deserving of a whipping before her, her gaze seemed somewhat unsatisfied, and she flicked the whip, producing a crisp snap of air.
Crack!
Instantly, Stheno and Euryale on the bed shuddered reflexively, hugging each other and trembling, their faces pale, their cries tinged with indignation and sorrow.
"Wuu, we signed! We both signed! Why are you still whipping us!"
"Cough, sorry, my hand slipped..."
Facing the resentful gaze of the Medusas, Hestia coughed dryly, smiling sheepishly, and somewhat unwillingly dropped the whip in her hand.
It has to be said, whipping people can really become addictive.
Noticing the subtle change in expression on the face of the Goddess of the Hearth, Luo En's heart skipped a beat.
