"It's simple. I want you… your everything."
Li Feng smiled as he casually groped her amazingly soft, elastic breast, his fingers sinking deep into the full, heavy flesh.
He pinched her delicate, stiffened pink bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly and watching it harden further under his touch.
Purple Death's eyes narrowed sharply as she processed his words while trying to ignore that mischievous hand.
A cold frown deepened on her flushed face as she stared at him, still lying exhausted on her back with her legs slightly spread and leaking his thick seed.
She let out a weak, mocking laugh that quickly turned into a breathless cough.
"…My everything?" she repeated, her voice hoarse and dripping with contempt.
"It seems I still underestimated you, Li Feng. Do you think just by taking my body and healing me you've earned the right to own me? Hah! Such a naive way of thinking!"
