Feeling Bianca's intense gaze, Amon shrank back a little.
The pheromones she released were overwhelming.
She was emitting a sweet, very pleasant scent that stimulated all his masculine instincts.
The worst part was her scant clothing.
She wore a white blouse that generously revealed her cleavage, showing a good portion of her ample breasts. Her smooth skin gleamed under the light's reflection. Her full lips, coated in glossy pink lipstick, made them incredibly kissable.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and the outline of her nipple was visible against the fabric of her blouse.
She wore light, smoky-style makeup.
"Hi, Amon, it's been a while~"
It was supposed to be a simple greeting, but the sexual tension in the air was quite explicit.
"*Cough*. Mom, Amon, control yourselves!" Barbara warned: "Little Flora is still here, remember?"
"Ufufu~ Don't get jealous~" Bianca said seductively, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.
