The moment Galatea's shout came from the door, Luvia, who half-mounted Cedric, with one dagger to his throat and her fist raised, paused for a moment. Only a moment... then she gripped her dagger and punched him twice, in the jaw, shattering his molar and front teeth.
'Wow... the power from that bastard is amazing...'
Luvia cursed Luka out whenever she thought of him in her mind.
Though each time his name floated, so did the huge thing between his legs, and how she was a complete prisoner to the bliss it brought her.
"LUVIA!"
Luvia's hand froze at the second shout; she could almost feel Galatea's nervousness from how dry and hoarse it sounded.
Her dagger remained pressed against Cedric's throat, the thin edge already wet with his blood. The knight beneath her trembled like a beaten animal, his once-polished face ruined by blood, swelling and fear.
His eyes darted toward the doorway, desperate for salvation, only to find Galatea standing there instead.
"Eh?"
