Gremory was defeated by me.
Whether that defeat was truly submission, or temporary submission because there was some other method, was hard to judge.
So if I made her submit with my fire club, Gremory would follow me. After all, demons follow the strong, and for a perfect victory, I gave Gremory a one-coin chance.
"If you beat me on the bed, we'll call it a draw."
"Ha!"
Gremory snorted. Her mocking voice in a high tone was so sexy it was a voice that made me want to stick it in and make her cry.
"Don't lie."
"Should we make a vow? Why? This is also a fight, isn't it? Until just now, dungeon owners fought, but now a man and woman are fighting."
I flicked my finger at the front of my pants that had become shorts from burning. My half-erect thing finished preparing to raise its head toward the sky, and Gremory frowned while tightening the cloth wrapped around her body.
"Looks small..."
"You bitch?"
