"Ugh... damn..." Qingyi groaned painfully. He felt his consciousness fade for a brief moment before reigniting.
He was completely exhausted and his naked body was overcome by an incomparable sensation, a soft, creamy skin and an obscene weight dominating his chest.
He opened his eyes briefly before closing them again.
Khaedryss was safe...
With a bitter smile, he let his vision darken completely.
Finally, he could rest in peace, even if only for a moment.
He heard the worried cries of his wives, but he couldn't respond.
When Qingyi's eyes opened again, he was in one of the many luxurious rooms of the temple palace.
It was clearly late at night, and the temple was dark.
In his arms, he felt something trembling. His hands sank into something squishy, big, warm, and elastic.
"Nghnn~~" He heard a moan, mature and calm, a voice unlike the moans of any of his wives.
Qingyi immediately looked down, his eyes meeting those of a woman.
