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Time passed by minute by minute.

Weak and powerless, Cyclone had reached the limit of their body.

Now, in order to alleviate a little pain, Cyclone could even sell their own soul.

"I can tell you everything I know, but, um, if possible..."

Before saying the next sentence, Cyclone, with a hesitant look, gazed at the King Kakarl.

"Can I lick the sole of your foot?"

Serious and composed, Cyclone instantly steered the conversation in a bizarre direction.

At the brink of despair, Cyclone came up with a plan,

Though not the best, it could provide Cyclone a glimmer of hope.

Upon hearing Cyclone's perverse request, King Kakarl was momentarily stunned.

And this moment of bewilderment was exactly what Cyclone hoped for.

Through their perverse remarks, Cyclone finally gained the upper hand.

After a period of silence, King Kakarl showed a pleased smile.

"It seems someone here is just like you~ Number Three~"

The giant raised his hands in excitement.

Tiny Kakarl slowly took off her stockings in front of Cyclone, revealing her tiny left foot.

"How will the vampire respond? Do you know?"

Because of Cyclone's earlier words, the game finally returned to its basic steps.

Although King Kakarl was inserting her left foot into Cyclone's mouth, the game had essentially returned to its basic steps.

The conversation between King Kakarl and Cyclone resumed.

Seeing King Kakarl extend her left foot, the giant beside her looked on with excitement, envious of Cyclone's blissful enjoyment.

But truth be told, Cyclone didn't understand.

Setting aside how smelly this foot was, what was so special about a little girl's foot?

Compared to the elastic, smooth, sweet taste of big-breasted beauties, King Kakarl's foot was like the difference between gourmet food and dirt.

"How about it? Too excited to speak?"

King Kakarl continued to delightfully push her left foot into Cyclone's mouth, and with each drop of sweat, Cyclone could only bear the humiliation and lick a few times.

Suddenly, after enjoying the pleasure, King Kakarl extended her right foot, revealing her cute underwear to Cyclone, while pressing Cyclone's head with both feet.

"Enough, the sweet moment is over, it's time to give me more information."

"No..."

Although responding like this might lead to another round of punishment.

But by licking King Kakarl's feet, Cyclone had a moment of time for Tiny contemplation.

Without missing this sole opportunity, though tired, Cyclone had regained a bit of thinking ability.

If Cyclone disclosed everything, King Kakarl would no longer care about Cyclone's life, so Cyclone had to hold back something.

However, being too self-protective might also displease King Kakarl.

To survive, Cyclone needed to elevate their position to one of equals.

First step, create an impression that one could be taken advantage of.

Intentionally showing a particular interest, Cyclone misled the other party from their confusion.

Then, connect the previously prepared premises, turning all lies into truth bit by bit.

"Let's cooperate! I have a reason... to kill the High Priest!"

Hearing Cyclone say this, King Kakarl immediately retracted her leg.

However, Cyclone was a step ahead, extending their head to bite the little girl's sole.

"Listen... even though I am currently in a beaten state..."

Biting, Cyclone continued to speak.

"But our goals are aligned! With my plan..."

The biting was not forceful enough for talking, and soon King Kakarl managed to break free from Cyclone's mouth.

"I-I can make you the true master of Kakarl!"

Originally, Cyclone had planned to use the Water Shrine's sex scandal as leverage, but the High Priest's plan had been discovered due to Cyclone's slip of the tongue.

All the plans were now meaningless, so Cyclone had to adapt on the fly.

Since Cyclone had opened with a desperate beginning, they had to take matters into their own hands to orchestrate a different ending.