C56 Female Tyrant

"A good man? More like a weakling..." Mora's taunting gaze landed on Horace, her words laced with double entendre, cutting deep.

It was a blow to his pride! Horace quickly crossed his legs, his head buzzing and stars dancing before his eyes. He couldn't get up for a moment and stubbornly retorted, "I'm used to fighting nuclear zombies; I always go for the kill. I didn't want to hurt you