The ties of the mage's skirt at the waist had come loose halfway, revealing a small portion of snow-white skin on her beautiful back, and the neckline of the dress slightly hung off her slender shoulders. The collarbone line was extremely alluring.
"So what should I do!"
The Magical Girl was about to go mad.
"Just follow my arrangement. For the normal shoot, repeat whatever I say. Just finish reading it."
Shami stepped out of the recording range of the Recording Crystal.
The Magical Girl twisted her legs, her small face red with shame and the tension in her lower abdomen.
Could there actually be such a good thing?
Well, if it has to be read, then read it.
I am the slave of the Demon Lord. I wish to be the Demon Lord's rage, so please use me however you desire. Whatever it takes, just make it end quickly!
The Magical Girl predicted in her heart the words Shami wanted her to repeat, and her slender neck turned red as her thighs trembled slightly, clutching her skirt.
