As he gave the order, dozens of beauties from various races approached with smiles, ignoring the differences in body type and race.
The divine nature incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres was no gentleman; he almost effortlessly joined in, quickly sinking into the abyss of carnal pleasure, unable to extricate himself.
The King of the Jackalweres didn't know how long he had indulged until after repeated releases, he entered a sagacity state and remembered the true purpose of his visit.
Looking back, he realized that Prince Ubar had not continued to indulge. Instead, he was watching him with a mocking smile, as if looking at a prey that had fallen into a trap.
Anger and humiliation surged within the divine nature incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres. Damn six-fingered demon, he was even more adept at manipulation than the legends said; a little carelessness, and one would fall into his trap.
