45 Chastity

Roxus sat on his lap. Every touch he gave her made her body burn. Touching the tops of the woman's chest and kissing her spotless white neck, Lucifer furrowed his brows. His anger grew more and more the longer he let the woman settle herself in his arms. 

"Sh-" 

Her feet touched both of his feet. The tips of her fingers gripped his knees and thighs but also occasionally gently teased his inner thighs. Those eyes that were usually so shaded warm now clouded with lust. Roxus Croix in his arms, in her best form. 

Dorlen Baztre saw the same thing as him. In the former future... that man decided to drag Roxus into the stables and forced himself on her. In a future that would never happen again, Dorlen Baztre devalued ​​Roxus Croix in everyone's eyes.