"Kessarin, you need to calm down."
A man rushed after another, trying to slow him down to no avail. Every time he grasped at the latter's arm, he would just keep walking. The gap in their power was so much that it was useless.
"Touch me again and I will kill you." Kessarin said coldly.
The blaring echoes of an arena filled with people swallowed up the rest of his words as he stepped out.
But when he saw the scene in front of him, he was furious beyond belief.
There was Cheri, sitting on the lap of another man. No, to say that she was just sitting wasn't doing the actual scene in front of him justice at all.
The man sat there, indifferent and unbothered, one hand in Cheri's robe, firmly grabbing her breast, and the other between her legs.
Cheri was less sitting as she was squirming, her forehead pressed against the side of the man's neck as though she wanted to hide her rushes of flushed excitement and overwhelming haziness.
