Another scuffle with him. As expected, it all ended in a fight, each of you always throws tricks at the opponent, one is more cunning and dangerous than the other, but of course, you know when to start and when to stop. But this time, something clearly went wrong.

It was like a bolt from the blue...

"Ah!"

Tortured groan escapes from the Lyney's lips when you pin his hands to the ground with a sharp jerk.

Maybe you've never been empathic. But you knows what your enemies look like when they are hurt, know how they sound when they are hurt. But the illusionist's face, his slightly open mouth and languidly frowning eyebrows, his voice that breaking out of breath. None of this had anything to do with what you would like to see as your prize.

It was a moan of pleasure, carefully held by him.

It was normal to despise each other. Sparring was often the order of the day. Looking at him defeated with victorious gloating was in the order of things, but hanging over Lyney and pinning his wrists to the floor while he choked on his own moans was definitely not on this list and he's terrified, that's not part of his plan either.

"Ugh, don't look at me like that! It's not what you think!" He frowns, shyly averting his gaze.

"What a shame."