Ansel, with his fire shield still masking his scent, found Klea and Alain making out on the floor.

         One moment, Alain was whipping her nakedly with all his mighty darkness. In just a blink, they are now kissing like lovers who have been apart for months.

         Not to mention Alain was naked, too.

         ‘Alain has been so horny these days…’ Ansel realized. Well, he had been craving too and yet… “I cannot even touch my own Slaves because Alain kept on demanding them.”

         Then a thought crossed his mind. ‘Maybe I should visit Sasha…’

         Yeah, and when he does, Giro will be bombarding him with scolding on why the fuck...