[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Thick clouds wandered from a distance, completely covering the moon.The original breeze gradually became stronger, and the blowing leaves rattled.In a house located on a street in a small town in a certain country, a bad event is happening.

Seeing the little fox approaching him maliciously with a knife in his hand, Lester really panicked this time.He stared nervously at the knife in her hand with his beautiful blue eyes, his bound body could only wriggle and move backwards like a caterpillar: "You...don't come here!"

"It's a fun game, but how can we play it?" The little fox smiled and continued to approach Leicester.

"Who told you! I don't want to play! Go away!" What he wanted to play with her was to study the Great Harmony Movement of Life, not this kind of weird play!And forget about whips and candles, what about taking a knife!Lester felt that all the enthusiasm that had been aroused just now disappeared, leaving only coldness and panic.

In the spacious living room lit by candles, the handsome man was forced to back away by the lovely oriental girl.He moved with his hands and feet tied up, until his back hit the wall before he realized that he had retreated to the corner and had nowhere to escape.

"It's too late to refuse now." The little fox walked to Lester and squatted down with a smile, and gradually approached him with the gleaming dagger in his hand.

"Don't go too far!" Lester's back was pressed against the wall, even though he knew that he could no longer move back, he couldn't help but squeeze back desperately.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." The little fox comforted with a smile.

Lester was really overly nervous. Although the little fox who let himself go in this world was occasionally vicious, she would never go too far, especially for high-quality rations. No matter how bad she was, she would not hurt him.The reason why she pulled out the knife is because the knife is very sharp, and it can cut things very cleanly, especially clothes...

The back of the thick knife touched Lester's chin slightly, and the little fox met the angry eyes of the man. The fox's eyes blinked mischievously, and the knife in his hand slowly moved down against his throat.

pat!

The translucent button fell to the ground, bounced twice and rolled elsewhere, and the top button of the shirt was jumped by the tip of the knife.Out of the white throat, the slightly raised Adam's apple moved up and down due to nervous swallowing.

The little fox looked at the moving Adam's apple with great interest, and stretched out his fingers to touch it lightly.

Lester felt a little itchy, his jaw retracted subconsciously, and he clamped the hand that was making trouble at his throat.

"Hey, lift it up." The little fox moved his hands, scratching Lester's chin like a kitten.

Lester shook his head timidly, and shook off the little fox's hand.

The little fox picked up the dagger again, cut off the thread of the remaining buttons, and threw them to the ground one by one.

Because of the restraint of the black belt, even without the buttons, the shirt still kept its original shape and wrapped his body.He didn't have time to take off his clothes when he was bound just now, but now his shirt and trousers are tied inside, and the black belts are criss-crossed, dividing the fabric into countless irregular pieces.It is really difficult to undress Lester in such a situation, it is better to use a knife to cut off small pieces of cloth.It's like playing sculpture, get rid of the redundant ones, keep the important ones, and let the works of art be perfectly displayed in your own hands.

The point of the knife pierced the flimsy fabric of the shirt, slowly slicing along the edge of the belt.The fabric surrounded by the black leather belt was quickly cut off, and the little fox pulled it lightly, and the connected point was broken, revealing the chest covered inside.

Holding the dagger with his fingers, he turned the direction neatly, and the cold handle teased viciously, and soon got some lovely reactions.

"Yeah!" Lester groaned forbearance, shrank by the sudden physical conditioned reflex: "Take it away!"

"Oh, okay." The little fox grinned and moved the handle of the knife from right to left.

"You!" The handle of the knife was cold and hard, and it was unavoidable to sting when it was scratched.Lester's whole body trembled from the stimulation, and the feeling of the belt rubbing against sensitive places became clear again.

The little fox chuckled and intensified his strength. The scratching turned into pressing and rubbing. The vicious movements made the man leaning on the wall tremble and struggle.

This feeling is not very strong, even the pain is greater than the wonderful numbness.However, Lester felt that his whole body was starting to heat up, as if he was on fire.Not only did the pain not repel the rushing feeling, but it added fuel to the fire and made it more and more intense.

The bullying Lester blushed, and the little fox let him go with satisfaction.She turned the tip of the knife around again and continued with the sculptural undressing.Occasionally when Lester struggled, the little fox would bend down and kiss him to comfort him.This trick worked at first, but later it was used as an opportunity for revenge by the other party, and every time they kissed, they gnawed crazily.

"Oh!" His lips were bitten by Lester again, and the little fox moaned in pain.She opened her eyes to meet his proud eyes, and secretly smiled at his childish revenge.

Lester actually wanted to bite the little fox's lip so that he could taste her blood.But after thinking about it, the only two times when I drank her blood before, I almost fell into an uncontrollable obsession.In this situation, it is better to stay awake.Therefore, although Lester bit her, he didn't use too much force.

The little fox didn't care what Lester was thinking, and was bitten several times. She decided to teach him a little lesson.So, the wicked scumbag stretched out his hand.

"Oh!" Lester curled up abruptly and panted heavily, clear pleasure mixed with some pain swept through his body like a storm.He opened his mouth a little suffocated, and his heavy panting was so hot that it seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

Give Leicester a little color, and the little fox is no longer too much.She continued to tear his trousers, and the cut rags were pulled out from under the belt one by one and thrown on the floor.

The sharp blade occasionally scratched against the delicate skin, arousing goosebumps on the man's skin.Especially when the knife was attached to the important part below, Lester, who was afraid that the little fox would accidentally cut him, but couldn't control the cold stimulation and reacted, felt that he was going crazy.

Lester, who was almost naked, was covered in red marks from the friction of the belt. He was sweating all over, and his blond hair was wet and stuck to his face, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"My technique is not bad." Tore off the last piece of cloth, tore it into strips and bound his...The little fox looked down at the man with only his underwear and boots left, and tied a bow tie with a girlish heart.

"Let go..." Lester, who had been tortured so badly, said in a hoarse voice.

"En? What did you say?" The little fox turned his ears slightly: "I didn't hear clearly."

Lester raised his flushed face and looked at the little fox begging for mercy, his moist blue eyes were filled with tears from the stimulation: "Master, let me go...please!"

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During the nonsense that night, the little fox bullied Lester a little bit hard.When he was tied up, the barking man of the owner started to make various troubles after he was freed, including the childish blocking mode of not listening, seeing, or talking to you.In desperation, the little fox had no choice but to give the other party a chance to prove himself.So...

"You are enough!" The little fox was pressed on the bed again.

"Not enough!" Lester smiled softly, grabbed the little fox's chin and kissed it.

The little fox with sore waist and weak legs: "I'm so tired QAQ!"

Lester lowered his head and bit her ear, and the pleasant male voice said in a provocative tone, "I've done my own crimes, I can't live."

"Little boy, you've turned bad!" the little fox cried.

"It's all taught by the master." Lester raised the corners of his lips.

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In the morning, the birds chirping outside the window.There were constant knocks on the door downstairs, which made the little fox unable to sleep anymore.

She woke up from Lester's arms yawning, and seeing that he was still asleep, she carefully prepared to take his hand away from him and hold her.

"Where are you going?" The hand that was half removed tightened again in an instant, and the little fox looked up at Lester, only to find that his eyes were still closed.

"Someone is ringing the doorbell," replied the little fox.

Lester frowned, tightened his arms and hugged him in his arms again: "Don't worry about him."

Ding dong ding dong ding dong!

The little fox pushed Lester: "I'll go and have a look, there may be something urgent. Obediently, let me go."

Lester moved his ears, frowned and let go of the little fox.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, which is the time most people are just waking up.It's a bit annoying to come to find someone at this time, especially for an overindulgent person like Little Fox.

"Who is it?" The little fox opened the small window on the door and looked out.

"Miss Fox, it's me." The person standing outside the door was the security captain whom I had seen a few days ago.

"Mr. Police Officer!" The little fox opened the door: "What's the matter so early?"

The captain of the security team had a serious face, staring straight at the little fox's facial expression with sharp eyes like an eagle: "It's like this, just last night, those ten hooligans who bullied you were killed in prison."

"What?" The little fox was stunned.

"Because you and Jimmy are the ones who had conflicts with him recently, please cooperate with our investigation." Seeing that the little fox's surprised expression didn't look fake, the captain softened his tone a little.

"Okay, no problem." The little fox nodded, and the captain and the two little police officers behind him let into the room: "Mr. Police Officer, can I ask, how did they die?"

The captain glanced at the little fox and said after a long silence, "The neck was broken."

In an instant, a figure appeared in the little fox's mind.