Chapter 32
The girl’s body is so light enough for him to easily lift it with one hand. He placed both hands on the table. The girl in the middle couldn’t run away in either direction. Shakar finally felt at peace. He lowered his cheek to the nape of her neck and rubbed his lips against the lightly goosebumps on her neck. The man was gradually pushing his thick body between her legs. The company’s torso was already positioned between her thighs. One hand was holding her thighs so she could no longer close her legs, and the other was holding the backs of her knees apart. Amelia spread between her legs.
Amelia looked at the man. The man spread Amelia’s legs wider and lifted the hem of her skirt. Amelia hated men. It was so hateful that she felt a murderous desire to kill it. But Amelia thought of Emily. All she could think about was Emily. When the man spread her legs and put his finger on the bottom, she was only thinking about her younger sister. Slapping the man in the face was an accidental act. The man did not let Emily meet with her even for half a day. That was the only price she had paid for being humiliated so many times. And Amelia found the man who wanted to lust after her again disgusting.
She felt like she wanted to give him another slap in the face. However, he may have tolerated it once, but if she went against his wishes any further, she might end up being strangled. Even in this situation, she suddenly became disgusted by her instinct to think about her own safety. The man’s hand pinpointed her clitoris through the thin piece of cloth she was wearing. Amelia took a sharp breath. The man pushed her upper body onto a large table that was large enough for her to lie down on, causing her to fall down on the table with her legs out of the table.
. Amelia saw a ceiling painting with extremely erotic gods engraved in gold entwined together. The god they were worshiping was almost naked and appeared to be running away from someone with her breasts exposed. The image of a beast- like man in the shape of a wolf holding the fleeing goddess forcibly behind his back was also delicately engraved. The goddess was in the state of being forcibly raped, with her breasts being held in the hands of the beast. Amelia’s beautiful, wrinkled face appeared magnified in his field of vision.
The distant ancestors of the barbarians were said to be their descendants. A kingdom created by a half- human and half- wolf with a wolf’s head who raped a goddess, and a kingdom founded by a man so humble from birth. The blood would have flowed without being diluted, and in the end it would have gone all the way to that monstrous man. No matter how good the external appearance of human skin was, it would not have changed the inside. No matter how much he tried to dilute his blood in the goddess’s womb, the

child of the beast was still a beast. The man’s bloodline was like that. No matter how excellent its outer skin was, on the inside it was a raw, horrible beast.