The fire of desire within him had been ignited by Jora, but Roger hadn't completely lost his sanity. At this moment, a mist of water surrounded Jora.
In the hazy veil, her pale body appeared and disappeared intermittently. One could not deny that sometimes the allure of partial obscurity was far more enticing than complete exposure.
To ignite the emotions within others, Jora had to use her own flames as a medium.
Feeling the surge of desire within him, Roger couldn't help but sigh.
"How long have I been holding this in?"
But how could he know that the fire of Jora's desire was born of Roger's endless days and nights of indulgence?
Shared suffering could never compare to personal experience.
"Must it really be like this?"
Exhaling a wave of scorching breath, Roger asked helplessly. Although the flames stimulated every nerve in his body, with his current power, he could free himself from Jora at any time.
