Andrey looked down at Morgana, who was still panting heavily, her crimson body glistening with sweat. Her large breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Kuh…! Tricks like this… won't work on me…" she gasped, forcing the words out even though her voice was shaky and weak.
Andrey watched her carefully. He could see the way her thighs were still trembling, the wetness leaking from her pussy, and the deep flush on her face. He didn't believe her words for a second.
A small, calm smile appeared on his lips.
"Relax," he said softly, almost gently. "I'll do this again and again… until this 'dirty trick' actually works on you. The moment you start begging me… that will be your defeat."
Morgana's red eyes narrowed with stubborn pride. Even though her body was burning and sensitive from the curse, she forced herself to glare at him.
"Go ahead and try…" she hissed, her voice trembling but full of defiance. "I won't lose to something like this… Never…"
