Stafan looked at the woman lying beneath him. Her exposed chest was slightly moving up and down. Having confirmed this, his lips became wickedly twisted.
Stafan grabbed the woman’s chest, causing it to contort greatly in his hand.
The woman showed absolutely zero reaction. She could no longer react to a pain of this level. Currently, the only difference between the woman beneath Stafan and a mannequin was that she was soft.
Only that Stafan felt a small dissatisfaction over her lack of resistance.