Undercover Infiltration Duchess

leash tightened.
Edmond commanded in a low voice as Ezet grabbed the leash and tried to pull it towards her.

“Get down on all fours.”

“Ugh, what are you…”

“Is it hard to understand? Lean on all fours like an animal.”

As he said that, Edmond stepped on Ezet’s skirt with shoes.
Sheek.
The dress was torn to the extent that the black shoes had been crushed.
Suddenly, embarrassed by Edmond’s change of attitude, she looked up and tried to look at his face, but her throat was drowsy, heckled, and she eventually fell to the floor.

“You said you’d do whatever I wanted to do, right?”

Ezet’s white butt was revealed between the ripped, mop-cut skirts.

Edmond grabbed the leash with his left hand and pulled a red thread out of the jacket’s inner pocket with his right hand.
When he grabbed the size that came into his hand and swung it once, the thick thread wrapped around the skin stretched out.

“It’s called ‘The Dragon Beard.’ It’s lighter, stronger, easier to compress than a regular whip.”

Every time Edmond swung his hand, he heard a wedge of liquid and wind-blocking.
Is he trying to hit her with that whip? Edmond’s expression could not be seen as a lying Ezet.

He continued in a dry tone.

“But there’s another reason why it’s treated as a magical tool.”

Slap!

“Argh!”

When a sharp whip hit me in the butt, Ezet screamed and pulled her back up.
But when Edmond pulled the leash again, she was suffocated and forced to lie face down.

As the tip of the whip slapped her butt again, Ezet groaned in pain.

“The dragon beard is, say, a visualized mana circuit.
The root part has a substance to hold it like a handle, but the beard part only has a regular body without a substance.
If you get hit with this, you’ll feel the pain, but it won’t leave any scars.”

“Well, that’s… ”

“It only works on the senses, but there’s no trace on the skin.
It’s neither swollen nor bruised.
It’s used a lot when you’re teaching someone who shouldn’t leave a trail of torture.”

He was slapping again, whipping her on the butt.

In Ezet’s situation, hitting her butt has nothing to do with whether it is real or not.
It was equally painful.

Every time Ezet shook her butt to avoid the whip, Edmond pulled a leash to restrain her from doing so.

“Didn’t you say it’s okay to be livestock? Hold out your butt.”

“Heuk, aut, Ed…!”

“The livestock does not speak.
It makes a cry.”

“Wait, hut!”

“What’s good about livestock.
Cow? Sheep? Horse? Hmm.
It’s like a donkey, not a horse.”

“You’re so mean…!”

“Wow, it’s amazing that a donkey can speak.”

This time, he whipped lightly over the hips.
Ezet moaned, lying face down on the floor.