Suspect/s (Part-1)

"I have nothing to give you but thanks for saving me from those bastards and kicking their ass. But if you want, I don't mind using my body to repay you when we get out of here and reach a safe place."

The Formless Siren's voice came from behind Roy.

Not just once but twice, he had saved her from the Red Mist Walkers. She would have become dead meat, getting swallowed by heinous creatures, if not for him.

That's why she wanted to use her body to repay him.

Sadly, they were running against time.

Thus, she could only thank him for now.

Hearing her words, Roy felt heat going to his nether region.

The boner that had disappeared because of Voss's roar made its appearance because of her words—a tent formed in his pants.

"I really want to use actions to tell her that such words shouldn't be said casually to me." He gritted his teeth, wanting to do what she wanted but being unable to as the situation demanded that.