A soft flutter of wings broke the tension.
Yu Xiang materialized beside Tianlong in her butterfly form—delicate, trasitioning to human, her translucent wings vanishibg.
But the moment she took human shape, her body pressed against his side, soft and warm.
Her breasts, full and heavy, mashed against the back of his free hand—the one that wasn't currently buried between Akane's ass cheeks.
"Honey~" Xiang's voice was sweet, almost innocent, as she hugged his arm and nuzzled against him. Her pink eyes glanced toward the others, then back up at him with a knowing smile.
The elven woman—Zhaoshenya, or Sylvea, or whatever the fuck her name actually was—stood there watching. Her green eyes tracked every movement, every reaction.
Her gaze lingered on Akane's trembling form, then slowly drifted down toward the mass of fluffy tails covering her lower body.
Nothing was visible. Just fur and the occasional twitch.
