“How's Stephan's dick?”

“Awesome.”

Oku snorted, "He's dead."

"He died?"No! No way! Buther was alive.

How could Stephan Buther, who was clever and strong enough to escape danger, be dead?

Oku held and stroked me.

“If you obey me, I'll let you live.”

Oku sensed my hesitation and laughed as he watched me battle within.

After dithering, I feigned to decide. Sobbed.

Why waste time on Stephan Buther now that he's dead? I coquettishly clutched Oku's hand.

To earn Oku's confidence, I resorted to lying and flattery.

“Daina, you're very clever.”

He laughed and brought me to a European-style bed.

"Stephan Buther liked you, but now you're mine. I wonder...