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Vetta put on her clothes carefully, and without words. Karandy kept blabbing about how good it was, and how good he feels. She said nothing.

As she walked out of his house, she thanked the gods about her large corsets that covered every part of her lower body extravagantly. No one will nothing that she's almost limping and her legs are trembling.

That bastard Karandy almost killed her. He'd pounded her really hard, for a moment, she'd thought the man planned to kill her.

At first, she'd actually enjoyed it—she's no stranger to rough coupling.

But then, the reminder came to her about who it is drawing pleasures from her body—a man who's lower than dirt—and she'd dried up immediately.

That was when he even began pounding her like she isn't human, and it had hurt like hell.