1053 Kill This Busty Ba

"Smack, smack, smack!"

The sounds reverberated in the little dark hut, accompanied by arousing shouts.

"Ah, you have changed indeed."

Irina threw the whip onto the floor and looked at Mag who had welts all over his body. Her tone of voice became gentler after she vented her anger.

A slightly flushed Mag stood up straight as she put down the whip. He was still that real musculine man. He calmly said, "Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. The truth may not be what you think it is. After so many years, don't you know what kind of man I am?"

Irina looked at Camilla who was stuck on the wall as she shook her head, and said, "You only accepted passively in the past, but now you have picked up the whip and the candle. And you even learnt such complicated binding techniques. Whose clothes are you wearing now!"

Mag felt like crying. He was the victim obviously, okay!

"But I am really innocent! I went to the Dragon Islands this morning and when I got back, I detected someone was following me. I wanted to draw her out so I turned into the small alley. Then, I was knocked unconscious and dragged here…"

"If you say so, you are still that passive masochist?"

"If you want it to be… in this case, I guess yes…"

Irina stared into Mag's eyes for a while. Although there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, he never shifted his gaze away. It was as pure as before.

"Alright, I will give you a chance to prove yourself." Irina pointed at Camilla. "Kill this busty bat."

"This… is not too good, right?" Mag looked at Camilla, who was stuck on the wall in a weird pose. Although this countess had weird thinking, she didn't deserve to die according to her recent actions.

Mag coughed softly with a wise look, and said, "She is Countess Bartoli and has a high status in the vampire tribe. Killing her will definitely cause a big hoo-ha. Furthermore, she has a black cat servant who most probably knows about this. But it has gone missing now. If this incident gets out…"

"You mean this ugly thing?" Irina went out of the door and threw an unconscious black cat at Mag's feet.

Mag: "…"

The awkward silence continued for a while.

"Have you eaten? If not, I'll go back and cook you a bowl of noodles," Mag said gently to Irina.

"I don't want noodles. I want to eat steak." A sparkle lit up in Irina's eyes.

"Alright, I'll make it for you." Mag nodded as he stepped over the black cat and went toward the door.

Irina gazed at Camilla on the wall and an ice blade appeared in her hand. However, the ice blade quickly shattered into shards and lay on the floor. She put on her gauze hat before she turned and walked outside.

"Huh. A hundreds-year-old-virgin."

Mag who was standing by the doorway, heard Irina's murmur and he curled his lips. This was indeed an old virgin.

However, he was relieved that she didn't kill her.

He didn't develop feelings for her because they were playing SM. Camilla was a regular at the restaurant, after all. He would feel bad if she was killed because of a misunderstanding.

They strolled toward Mamy Restaurant, with Irina following Mag about 10 meters behind.

Mag found a corner to put on another piece of clothing. The clothes he had on were shredded by Irina's whipping. He would send out an odd message if people saw him like that.

"Hmm?"

Irina stopped when they passed by the magic potion shop. A hint of surprise flashed through her eyes.

"Shh." Mag who just reached the restaurant, turned, and made a "silent" gesture to Irina swiftly. He knew Irina and Urien were old friends, but he didn't want a third party to know about the relationship between him and Irina now.

Irina pondered for a while, and then she continued onto the restaurant.

Mag heaved a sigh of relief before he took out the key to open the door. It was already two in the afternoon so the restaurant should be empty.

"Ding."

A quiet chime sounded when Mag opened the door.

"Mr. Mag!"

A surprised voice sounded and before Mag could regain his wits, a figure with golden-red hair already threw herself at him. She leaped into his arms immediately and intertwined her sexy, long legs around his waist.

"Blah, blah, blah…" Gina said a bunch of words in indecipherable fish language. Even though Mag couldn't understand her, he could feel her worry from her facial expression and tone of voice.

If it was during usual times, Mag would struggle for two seconds before accepting the concern from his employee.

But now…

He could already feel the chill at his back.

What's going on today! Why does the slaughter field of a love triangle keep popping up! Mag moaned internally.

"Ah, Server Gina. I am okay, I didn't get killed. You don't have to worry about me," Mag explained cleanly before Irina took out a little chair. Apart from untangling Gina's legs, he also got some distance in between them.

Irina put away the chair that she had just pulled out.

Her judging gaze landed on Gina's bosom for a moment before narrowing her eyes. Hers were even a little bigger than hers.

She shifted her gaze downward. Because her top was shorter, her fair and flat tummy was exposed. There even was a pearl embedded at her belly button. It looked rather enticing.

Shifting her gaze further downward; under the short skirt were straight, long legs covered by black stockings.

"Only a server?" There was disbelief in Irina's eyes.

"Let's go in first." Mag quickly went in. Family matters were best settled at home.

Who is she? Gina had only noticed Irina who was following after Mag now, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes. But, she still gave her an innocent smile and held the door for Irina to come in.

Who is she? Why is she in this restaurant? Irina was sizing Gina up too. She didn't understand a word she was saying earlier. It was neither the common tongue of the continent, nor was it another species' language.

"Gina is a mermaid and she teleported into the restaurant. Because she couldn't stay away from seawater, we decided to keep her in the restaurant as a server and made a huge fish tank for her. Her job is to pacify the children of the customers." Mag rapidly made the introduction the moment he stepped in. "Because of the language barrier, she likes to express herself physically. That hug earlier was a body language that she often used to show her welcome and concern."

"Nice to meet you, I am Gina." Gina extended her hand to Irina with a smile and greeted her using the continent's common tongue fluently.

"…"

Holy moly… Could you not contradict me like that! Mag's expression was frozen instantaneously.

"Nice to meet you." Irina glanced at Mag as a smirk appeared on her lips. She, too, extended her hand to shake Gina's hand gently.

"She… She…" Mag felt his throat was a little dry and he didn't know how to explain himself at that moment.