But he quickly realized something was wrong.
Because after Catherine removed her Armor, she actually started to unbutton her inner tunic. Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she undid one button, then another, revealing a small patch of fair, bruised skin over her collarbone.
"Wait!" Lynch's eyes widened as he took half a step back, asking in disbelief, "Senior... what are you doing?"
Catherine's hand paused on the buttons. A mix of shame, indignation, and a trace of bewilderment filled her eyes. "Didn't you want compensation?"
'After all, in some adventure novels, don't the petty villains who get the upper hand always like to break proud, beautiful women who were once their enemies in this way?'
'She had already mentally prepared herself...'
'Although a hero would always leap out to save the damsel in distress at the last moment in the novels, Catherine knew that novels were just novels...'
'In reality, the hope was far too slim.'
