If men like that pinned her with two of them, an average woman would not even be able to move a single finger.
In fact the female commentator tried desperately to resist by shaking her shoulders, but that movement resembled trembling and lacked strength.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and every time a rough breath leaked, her thin nape trembled in small increments.
"It's fine. Even if they remember your names, it doesn't matter."
Rigel floated a composed smile.
But those eyes were cold, carrying a mercilessness as if crushing an insect.
"The meaning of that?"
"So they can't accuse us… I'll thoroughly rape her and break her heart."
Rigel's voice had a low quality as if ringing from the bottom of a deep well.
At the same time as those words he slowly reached a hand toward the female commentator's face.
Fingers packed with mana touched her brow.
The next instant.
"!?"
The female commentator's body jumped small, and her eyes opened wide.
