Ethan sat back comfortably on his bed, with Mireya lying naked across his lap.
Her round, heart-shaped, plump ass was raised high in a glorious display, the purple skin flushed a deeper shade as she blushed from head to toe, the marks of his earlier attention still visible on the smooth skin.
Between her trembling thighs, a thin thread of arousal dripped down steadily, staining his pants.
Her large, purple breasts were squished flat against the mattress, the soft flesh bulging out from the sides with every squirm she made.
As she advanced to the third stage, who would have thought the first thing she'd do was act arrogantly?
Fortunately, Ethan had his ways of dealing with her.
"Are you sure you won't be an obedient death knight to your master?" he asked.
"N-never!"
Mireya's defiance was answered by a loud, wet slap.
