Perhaps Yuan was only slightly disappointed, or perhaps she was deeply disappointed — there was no way for me to know. Because my entire fate in this moment rested on whether my attention remained fixed on the pages. The instant my focus slipped away from the words dragging me deeper in, I would awaken a very colossal mountain.
And we wouldn't want to give Yuan such satisfaction, would we?
She had to understand that there was hard work involved in fucking me, and she had to cherish the privilege of all those relentless fucks I had given her on the ship. The more she realized how delicate and difficult it was, the more she would appreciate it.
Which was why my focus remained glued to the pages of the book as I read about Mr. Jia Long's first encounter with a summoner. Being a bloodline art user himself, and possessing the Dragon Bloodline of the Moon, he was a vicious entity in the night — able to see clearly in darkness and control reflections under moonlight.
