Last-ditch of effort…

Click, click-click.

“No!” I arched as I tried to slip off the hero’s hold, but his grip was like of iron, as he slowly pushed me towards the door.

He pulled the material covering my breasts with his free hand and squeezed my breast.

“Yh~” My body betrayed me as it reacted with pleasure at the touch, the squeeze – despite how I was starting to panic.

“Please~!”

Click, click.

He ignored my plea. Why was the hero so merciless!?

Only a few steps left. I started thinking quickly, ****-

Could I fight him off? Hahaha!

Money? Countess had more gold than I would have in fifty lifetimes.

Sex? He could have a number of sluts in his bed anytime.

In-

“Information!” I called desperately.

Click, click-click click.

I almost sighed with relief as the man stopped. His hand let go of my breast – I froze as his hand wrapped itself around my neck. I gasped as he started **** me lightly.

“Go on...” He said quietly.

I swallowed.

“I could tell you what’s going on in the palace…” I could feel his grip loosen. Encouraged by this, I continued, **** to convince him. “The maids are usually ignored, treated like air. That ignorance by the nobles, allows us to hear many things… we also have access to their rooms, as we have to clean them.” I spoke quickly, desperately.

I sighed with relief, as the man’s hold on my throat loosened, and his hand left my throat.

“!” I gasped as he instead grabbed my breast and started fondling it. Skillfully at that. Why was I getting excited in this dire situation?

I bit my lip, silencing the moan in my throat. I stepped from leg to leg. My body shook with pleasure as the hero continued gropping me... oh, so skilfully. I could feel a heat raising in my loins...

I waited for the man to speak...