The Culprit

"Did my… body feel… good?"

Leon pondered for a while and said, "If I compare it with the two girls I have sex with, yours is like… average? I mean, the one girl I told you about, her body is like a knight; it's perfect. It's like she is made solely to have sex with me. The other girl is like a princess; her body isn't perfect, but that's her charm. And compared to them, yours is like a…. Maid."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ida yelled with a slightly angry face.

"Umm, like you know… you complain about everything, but you still do it. You are not honest with your feelings, and you think you are good at hiding them, but it's obvious after seeing your facial expression." Leon explained as simply as he could.

Ida puffed her cheeks and said, "I asked if my body felt good or not."

"If it didn't feel good, then I would have killed you in the first round, you know?" Leon asserted in a solemn voice.