Sylvea's head lifted from Tianlong's chest, her green eyes widening as she took in the scene. Yu Xiang was positioned between his legs in a way that left nothing to the imagination—or would have, if not for the tail obscuring everything. The butterfly woman sat there, saliva still glistening on her lips, looking up at Akane with defiant innocence.
"Of course," Xiang said sweetly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "you made husband sad. So I was helping him feel better."
Akane's entire body trembled. Her ears flattened against her head as spiritual energy leaked from her pores. "Helping? Or more like trying to use him for your own pleasure?"
Xiang's expression shifted, her violet eyes hardening. "So what?" She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, making them push up obscenely. "Should I just leave him depressed like you did? You're too busy crying about your dead husband to take care of the one right in front of you."
