The bet between Rigel and Princess Natasha had reached its climax.
Princess Nina had managed to endure until there were only ten seconds left.
"Hmm, you're surprisingly resilient… Honestly, I didn't think you'd last this long," Rigel muttered, looking genuinely surprised.
On the other hand, Nina was completely exhausted. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, her face was bright red, and she was breathing heavily. Not only was love juice flowing from between her legs, but she had also wet herself, filling the air with the smell of ammonia. Her appearance was utterly pathetic and comical, but she was in no state to care about such things.
(Just a little more…! Just a little longer…!)
Nina desperately held on, but Rigel moved again to crush her remaining hope. His hand reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples. At the same time, his other hand began stimulating her clit once more.
"Hyauun!?"
