Mag's hand glided from the collar all the way to the skirt's hem in order to feel the texture of this amazing clothing closely. At the same time, he was curious how Miya made this exact copy of the maid costume.
"Ah~"
Yabemiya let out a long moan with a flushed face.
Mag was stunned. He looked at Miya, who was suddenly flushed with a rapidly rising and falling chest and biting her lips, strangely.
It was akin to caressing her collarbone when Mag's strong finger gilded across Miya's collar, and when he grasped her skirt's hem, it was as if her perky butt was electrified. She allowed that warm hand to caress her, and the tingling sensation began to spread throughout her entire body. She almost dropped to her knees.
"Boss, you are so naughty!"
The intense shame made Miya's face as red as an apple. Her breathing was shallow, but she was looking at Mag very sensually. With some difficulty, she said, "This… This is transformed from my scales…"
