Luca didn't even have to turn to know who it was.
He leaned lazily against the wooden railing, smirking slightly as asked,
"Why do you say that I'm a masochist, Nyx?"
Nyx approached, her usual sly smile playing at her lips as she folded her arms.
"Because no sane man would let twenty girls poke holes into his hand—willingly, at that. Not to mention that you're smart enough to have found an alternative, some dummy or object to practice on. And yet…"
She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You chose your own hand."
"So I can only conclude you were...enjoying it. Getting a little thrill every time those girls pierced you."
Her voice dropped playfully.
"And if that's true, I have to say—you're very clever. Turning a lesson into personal pleasure right under everyone's noses. They all think you're a saint, but really you're just a sneaky pervert."
Luca let out a low, genuine chuckle, shaking his head.
