Wang Yue couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise. It was truly rare for Su Nuanyue to maintain such clarity and resist the primal allure of his massive organ while in such a heightened state.
This wasn't necessarily due to an iron will—after all, she possessed no martial cultivation—but rather a deep-seated, habitual reserve that had become a barrier she couldn't break.
Her resistance only served to fuel Wang Yue's excitement. Knowing this was the perfect moment and that such a golden opportunity might never return, he sat up.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "but this has to happen".
With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent a surge of energy into her. Su Nuanyue collapsed onto the bed, as limp and powerless as she had been the previous night.
