Press yourself upon her, and, unseen by ghosts and spirits and beyond the God's censure, deprive someone's wife of her chastity! What I'm telling you, Taoists, is no banality. Wouldn't you agree? It's a sin of lechery, yet the heart of the Patriarch did not recoil. It twisted, a knot of black silk tightening around his heart.
'What am I doing? I am falling into the pit created by the heart demon.'
Wang Xuhan's mind yelled, a desperate plea for sanity amidst the roaring tide of his own immorality, unable to comprehend the fact that he was almost pleasuring himself watching his wife offer her body. Blasphemy!
Yet, his hand did not stop. It moved with a frantic, jerky rhythm, the fabric of his trousers straining against the iron-hard length of his decent-sized member.
Wrong! Very wrong!
The friction of silk against skin was a sound only the Divine Sense could capture, yet to Wang Xuhan, it was louder than thunder, his spine shuddered in cold sweat.
