Tianlong ruffled his hair with one hand, looking down at his cock—still rock-hard, glistening with blood and anal fluids, jutting out proudly.
He'd literally fucked a woman unconscious and felt... what? Mild satisfaction? No real thrill.
'The system's warning was right,' he thought. 'I'm too strong for these conquests to matter anymore.'
His crimson-gold eyes swept the room and landed on Sylvea.
The green-haired elf stood near the doorway, her ethereal beauty a stark contrast to the crude scene. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, her emerald eyes watching him with that ancient, knowing gaze that only elves possessed.
Unlike the others, Sylvea was fully dressed—a simple but elegant green dress that hugged her slender curves.
"Sylvea," Tianlong called. "Come here."
A smile played at the elf's lips. That subtle, mysterious smile that suggested she knew something others didn't.
"Yes, darling?" she purred, her voice carrying that musical quality unique to her race.
