It was night.
The man quietly pushed open the door, looking at the woman sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding his breath as if he were a thief, slowly approaching.
With light steps and no sound at all, one could say he was born to be a rapist, especially since he could stick close to the walls and move without a trace, even in a room devoid of any light, he managed to find his way to the bed through experience.
"Hehehehe..."
For some unknown reason, the man started dubbing himself in his heart.
As he reached the bedside, before he could make any move, he heard the woman on the bed speak calmly.
"Planning to betray your mentor and ancestors again?"
The man stopped in his tracks, holding his previous posture motionless, his expression showing a hint of embarrassment.
