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Chapter 100 - Second World-59.

A spark of exasperation, hot and sudden, flared within her, cutting through the lingering haze of desire. Was she truly being made to feel guilty for fulfilling the duties she was born to? On this day of all days? She leveled a glare at the figure on the bed, one honed by years of managing stubborn disciples and now perfectly calibrated for a sulking future sect leader. "Okay, enough now," she stated, her voice regaining its customary firmness, though a faint flush still stained her neck. "The ceremony is about to start." She took a deliberate breath, recognizing the futility of expecting immediate compliance without offering… incentive. A promise, whispered like a secret pact amidst the remnants of their passion, tumbled out before she could overthink it: "I will give them to you tonight."

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