Bab 112: Bringing a knife to a swordfight

"So, Makary," I spoke while closing my eyes and immersing myself in the feeling of groping Fay's breast. Whether I was touching her to feel her up or to just keep my hands busy, her body was simply perfect. And right now, it was the most divine anti-stress ball that I kept molesting, even though I wasn't all that stressed to begin with. 

"First thing first, to make things clear. What I smashed when I entered the bath were the devices that Makary confessed to installing during our talk. And they were capable of recording the sounds… and most likely the images within their range."

Even though Fay pretty much figured it out on her own, I decided it was better to just give it to her straight. 

"Is this related to this strange box that keeps producing this irritating noise?" Fay asked, proving that she figured out even more from the scraps of information than I already expected.