Chapter 101

The insides of the four-cornered room was filled with Lawrence's groans and whimpers, accompanied by the sound of a shutter from a phone's camera.

"Oh! Oh! This pose!"

Aoi, who had salt in his palm, bent his upper body forward, his palm placed just before his lips, while his eyes were looking straight at the camera that Chess is holding.

"Okay, one… two…" Chess counted.

At the count of three, Aoi blew the salt away from his palm and it all flew like dusts into the bare back of Lawrence. His back was bloody and sweaty enough for the thin specks of salt to stick into it.

Lawrence groaned once again, feeling the pain in his back.

Chess captured the scene just perfectly. The way that the salt flew away from Aoi's palm and into the air was almost breathtakingly beautiful if not only for the fact that it's flying right into an open wound.

Jill, himself, who's just watching by the side, couldn't help but crumple his face.