Chapter 143: Futile Struggle

Being Scared, Beatrix started backing off, but being barefoot… her foot tipped over the slippery grass.

"Uggghh!"

I slowly bent down and pinned her arms against the rough ground.

Her eyes timidly looked at me.

From being so close, her exquisite yet perfect facial features once again told that the identity of the girl was a heroine.

Her wet yet kinda glossy skin under the sunset only enthralled her orchid-like unique smell, she knew what was coming, she tried to open her mouth but it was too late….

Before she knew it, I pasted my mouth on hers.

Her arms and legs quivered and trembled, desperately she tried to shake me off…but how can she be mine opponent?

Tears started welling up as her eyes lost their colour.

I was never a good person to begin with. With how she behaved, no matter how much she cried….. there's no way I was going to stop.

Haaaaah~

"Huhhhhh"

"Vill…."

"Big Villain, Bast…"

Vile words kept coming out of her occupied lips, as her body started shivering.