Grinding her teeth, the Goddess of Seduction's expression became even more alluring. She extended her hand and slowly placed it on the zipper of her chest, tugging it downward little by little. The delicate skin of her chest gradually became exposed, glowing with a lustrous sheen, captivating anyone who laid eyes on it. It was as though it was begging to be touched, impossible to look away from.
Her movements were slow, like a perfectly ripe peach being revealed, little by little. Meanwhile, her other hand rested at the hem of her skirt, gently lifting it just enough to reveal a small gap.
It was almost as though she was issuing an invitation to Boris. At this point, even without the Charm Law, no one—let alone an ordinary mortal—could resist such an irresistible combination of actions.
"Not bad, not bad... what a tempting little creature," he muttered.