Akane stood there on the ruined bed, her golden eyes fixed on Tianlong as he held Sylvea against him, his cock jutting obscenely between the elf's thighs, his hands still groping her breasts.
She was about to say something—probably something possessive and territorial—when her fox ears suddenly twitched.
A sound.
Soft, barely audible over the settling debris, but there.
A groan.
Akane's head snapped toward the distant crater where she'd sent that other elf flying, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the cloud of dust still hanging in the air.
'Zhaoshenya... How dare you lay a hand on my husband?' Akane's eyes let out a glint as she felt infuriated.
The first woman who dared to seduce her man in this ancient realm was none other than the very woman she had killed in the lower realm years ago.
