Fristy Davis returned home from Sword Master, and it took her half a day to recover.
Sword Master is not her husband, who normally doesn't dare to be too excessive in bed, and his physique is not as strong as Sword Master's—even though he's younger, he's far less robust.
At this age, Fristy Davis is as voracious as a wolf and tiger, sometimes completely unsatisfied, but she couldn't bring herself to ask her husband for pleasure.
Yesterday, she went to the Golden Land, which she thoroughly detested, and she would never allow herself to be touched by such lowly people if she weren't forced to.
Sword Master treated her like a mere tool for his desire, so roughly that she felt as if she had died a little.
However, returning from that encounter, Fristy Davis thought having such a lover wasn't bad; at least he was much better than her husband in this aspect, and... if she could maintain such a relationship long-term, then... in Ocean City, she could afford to live freely.
