Trrr-ring...
The sharp trill of a communicator jolted Wang Yue from his dreams.
It had been two days since he had claimed Su Nuanyue.
During this time, he had been immersed in a unique kind of domestic bliss.
This pair of beautiful, sultry "Mother-Daughter Flowers"—one experiencing rain after a long drought, the other tasting the clouds and rain for the first time—possessed insatiable appetites.
Wang Yue had carefully paced himself, ensuring he didn't drain them completely, allowing them to recover their "battle readiness" after only a few hours of rest.
By now, this stunning pair had been completely molded by Wang Yue. They were utterly submissive, letting go of all inhibitions under his tutelage, becoming his personal, wanton sirens.
The benefits they reaped were equally immense.
Yang Cancan was now a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Heaven Yuan Realm, finally fulfilling her dream of being a martial artist.
