He was still in the pool, his cock hanging wet and satisfied against his thigh, his gold-crimson eyes moving across the room with the unhurried inventory of a man who has completed one item on a list and is considering the next.
He looked at her.
"One," he said.
The word arrived with the weight of a number.
Yaolan looked at the glowing, seed-leaking, petal-surrounded wreck of her youngest elder.
She looked at the remaining three women in the pool.
She looked at her own hands under the water, at the pink-gold shimmer that had appeared in the water around her own body, her own meridians still vibrating with resonance.
"One," she repeated.
He smiled.
"All of you come together, since you all are not virgins, I can be rough."
'!?!'
PHACCK!! PAH PAH PAAH!!
"AAAHHH~!! WRONG — THAT IS THE WRONG — ANCESTOR~!! THAT IS NOT THE RIGHT — KYAAAANNGGHH~!!"
Elder Mengsha's voice split the bath hall ceiling.
