Woosh
The bathroom was filled with warmth as, under the running shower, stood Amber.
Amber stood still as water fell from the shower onto her blonde hair, which was lathered with foam from the shampoo, the suds cascading down from her chest to her legs.
Amber grumbled as she looked at the strands of hair where a white, sticky substance clung and cursed, "Damn, that bastard—he did not even spare my hair."
She rubbed her hair thoroughly and kept shampooing until it was clean from the filth.
She inserted a finger into her nether region, and a white, gooey substance fell from there, and she muttered as she blushed, "So much…"
Thinking about the things he did to her made her so embarrassed that she felt like she could die. Victor had been far from gentle and had truly treated her like his personal slave, and she was still in disbelief that she had signed such a disastrous and humiliating mana contract—just because, in her lust, she had wanted to be bred like a bitch in heat.
