Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The hands clasped together by the backhand, the ball that stuffed the mouth full, and the collar with the chain around the neck, Camilla froze for a while, trying to struggle.

This circle has the same effect as the spirit binding rope. Once it is buckled, Camilla finds that the magic power in her body is imprisoned, making her indifferent to how to mobilize it.

And the metal shackles on her hands, although the edges were wrapped in soft fur, she was not able to break free without magic.

The hollow ball in her mouth made her cheeks bulge, almost filling her mouth, and she couldn't speak, only whining.

As for the weird collar and the metal chain connected to the collar, she immediately thought of those dogs imprisoned by humans, or those poor women who were said to be imprisoned by perverts.

In a blink of an eye, Camilla realized that she was captured by Mag again. Although she didn't have the shameful rope, this set of equipment made her feel even more ashamed and panicked.

This guy is indeed a pervert!

If it were a normal man, how could there be such a perverted set of equipment on the bed all the time, and every movement was so skillful, as if he had done it countless times before.

"Woooooo..." Camilla tried her best to look calm, but she panicked in her heart.

"This pervert, what does he want to do to me?!"

"Does he want to imprison me here as his rbq?"

"Put me a collar and chain, does he want me to be his dog?"

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, she never thought that she would overturn the car twice in a row at the hands of a stinky man.

"It's not unfamiliar at all." Mag was also a little surprised at his proficiency, but as a dog lover, he did often put a collar on his puppy and take it out for a walk.

That would explain why he's so proficient, well, that's it.

Of course, as a gentle and polite gentleman, the purpose of letting the system customize such a strange set of equipment is purely to prevent wolves.

Sure enough, it came in handy tonight, capturing a female satyr (bat) on the spot.

As for putting a ball in her mouth,

The purpose is to prevent her from making strange noises during the interrogation and disturbing other people's sleep.

Although with the sound insulation standard customized by the system, even if the ball is not plugged, there is no need to worry about someone hearing strange sounds.

The collar was made by McGonagall from a small section of Camilla's spirit-binding rope last time. It is moral and righteous to use his rope to tie his neck.

"I know you're panicking, it's okay, I won't do anything to you." Mag turned on the warm light by the bed, smiled and looked at Camilla, like a good boss who is gentle and kind.

Camilla looked at Mag's smile, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, that's right, this guy is just a restaurant owner, how dare he really do something to her, she is Countess Bathory, the princess of the vampire clan ...

"However, you seem to have violated the contract between us. We agreed that you would work in the restaurant for one year, and I would hand over the photo stone to you, and then we would settle the matter." Mag picked up a whip from the ground. , turning it in his hand, "But now less than a day has passed, what are you doing in my room again?"

"Woooo..." Camilla wanted to explain.

"You don't need to explain, these things have fully explained your purpose." Mag flicked the whip in his hand, and made a crisp sound in Camilla's ear.

Camilla became quiet all of a sudden, not daring to move or make a sound, looking at Mag, this guy almost slapped her delicate face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Mag threw back the whip in his hand and smiled again.

Seeing that Mag dropped the whip, Camilla was relieved. It seems that this guy really doesn't have the guts to do anything to her.

Mag turned his wrist, and a white goose feather appeared on his hand. He slowly approached Camilla, and his smile gradually became abnormal.

Camilla stared at the feather in Mag's hand for a moment, what did this guy take out a feather for? Could it be that he wants to use this feather to subdue himself?

Oh, ridiculous, how could the dignified Countess Bathory submit to him because of a feather!

"Now you have two choices, one, nod your head, and swear in the name of your ancestors, surrender to me for one year from today, never disobey, nor try to resist; two, shake your head, accept my punishment, until you nod " Mag looked at Camilla and asked seriously.

"Let me surrender to you, it's a dream!" Camilla stared at Mag, and shook her head firmly. No matter what method this guy used to torture her, she would never surrender to him.

"Since you have no spirit of contract, I am forced to use some special means." Mag sighed softly, leaned over and pinched Camilla's ankle.

"Oh!" Camilla was startled, and wanted to retract her legs. Could it be that this pervert wanted to do that kind of thing to her...

But Mag's hands were so strong, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't retract her feet. Suddenly her feet felt cold, and the high heels she was wearing were actually taken off.

Mag threw the slender hand aside, glanced at the white and tender jade feet and the round and lovely pearl-like thumb, arched a beautiful arc because of nervousness, looked at Camilla calmly and said: "Nod, shake your head?"

Camilla shook her head firmly, but looked at Mag with panic. She had heard of a pervert called foot fetishism. Could this guy be that pervert? What a disgusting thing she's going to do to her cute little feet!

"Why bother?" Mag sighed, and the white feather in her hand was like a paintbrush, gently sketching on the soles of her jade-white feet.

"Well..." Camilla trembled like an electric shock, her mind went blank for a moment, and then there seemed to be countless ants crawling along the place where the feathers just swept, and the numb feeling made her body tense. The gagged mouth could only let out a meaningless moan.

"The decision is up to you. When you figure it out, you just need to nod." Mag said flatly, the feathers drew circles on the bottom of her feet, sweeping between her fingers from time to time, like drawing a painting with a brush .

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Behind him, the ambiguous warm light makes every day ineffective.

Although reason told her that she must not give in to this guy, after ten minutes of feather attacks, Camilla, who was soaked in sweat, finally nodded her head unbearably.