"Ah, Mr. Buchanan, you're too forceful!"
Matsuda Miko cried out, her face showing some pain, but soon it turned into pleasure, mixed with a reluctant endurance.
"Then you better speak up quickly, or the consequences will be more severe than this."
I gently moved around, intermittently applying force again.
The limp glutinous rice dumplings more completely filled the gaps between my fingers.
I must admit, this woman Matsuda Miko, she still has quite the assets.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so infuriated last time.
"Alright, Mr. Buchanan, I want you to delete the video from last time."
Matsuda Miko bit her lip, her gaze intense, daring to meet my eyes.
"Oh? What makes you think I would delete it?"
"Just because my people have surrounded this place, I'm afraid it would be hard for you to leave, Mr. Buchanan."
I glanced out the window and saw silhouettes flashing by, carrying tools.
