Zhao Tianlong's words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike.
Sylvea—or rather, Zhaoshenya—stood frozen against the wall. Her emerald eyes widened, pupils dilating as the weight of his declaration crashed over her consciousness. The realization twisted in her gut like hot iron.
Her descendant. Her disciple. The prophecy.
And there he stood—cock half-buried in Xiang's mouth while Akane's tongue worshipped his balls. His finger traced slow circles around Xiang's puckered entrance, making the woman shudder and moan around his shaft.
"Mmmph... haaanh~"
Xiang's lips stretched obscenely, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Her butterfly tattoo rippled with each bob of her head, wings seeming to flutter across her pale skin. Saliva dripped down his length, caught by Akane's eager tongue lapping at the base.
"You're... you're lying." Sylvea's voice cracked. "This is some trick. Some—"
