"Maybe..."
Liana said softly, her voice smooth and gentle.
She smiled down at Javier, who was still helplessly trapped beneath her.
"Maybe we should cut his balls~"
Javier's eyes went wide with pure horror.
"HIEEEEKK!!!" he squeaked.
Gloria smiled gracefully, her voice as soft as a spring breeze.
"Ara~ but if we do that, wouldn't it cause trouble?"
She tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"After all, how would we get adorable little heirs from him~?"
Gloria asked sweetly.
Liana nodded seriously, still smiling.
"You're right, Second Wife."
She gently patted Javier's trapped leg.
"Hmmm… maybe we should cut them after we've secured a few heirs first."
Javier was screaming inside.
No! No! NO!!
What kind of nightmare conversation is this?!
"Liana? Gloria?"
Javier called out softly.
Both of them, still happily talking about future heirs, tilted their heads slightly.
"Hm?"
And in that moment—
Javier moved.
It was casual, almost lazy.
