"Mr. Roland, it hurts... It really hurts..." Neem's sobbing voice echoed within the holy light, piercing into Roland's heart with boundless pain. His body shuddered, yet he still gazed coldly at the Succubus within the holy light, except... two clear tears streamed down his cold face.
Roland's feelings for Neem were not deeply profound, but he was in agony—agonized that he had failed to save such a sensible Beastman girl from the hands of a Demon, and had even killed a friendly innkeeper.
Within the holy light, Neem endured the agony of the radiance scorching her body, yet she felt a bizarre sense of pleasure; she felt as though she had reached the peak of both soul and body. But for the sake of her subsequent plan, she could not cry out to vent her lust. She could only endure it, gazing at Roland with hazy eyes. Yet no matter how much Neem held back, the instinct of the Succubus still compelled her to reach her hand toward her snow-white, jade-like lower body...
Chapter 121