Chapter 43: Fighting is like embroidery

The woman in the silver skirt regained her freedom, but she didn't have the strength to stand up. She curled up on the sofa and stared at me, her eyes full of undisguised hatred. My press not only activated the Spring Memory on her body, causing the desire in her body to surge like a sea, making her legs so weak that she could not move. It also destroyed the techniques she had learned through this Spring Memory.