As he passed through temple's gate, the first sight that greeted Qingyi was the priestesses training, as they always did, their bodies covered by nothing but a pure white uniform.
Their sweat-drenched bodies glistened beneath the golden light of the sun, and with every synchronized swing of their swords, every step of that martial dance, their breasts bounced heavily beneath the fabric.
Each thrust drew a soft, undulating jiggle from their ample curves, the supple globes trembling before settling back into place with a lingering, residual quiver.
Beneath the fabric, made translucent by the moisture, the plump contours of their puffy pussies were clearly outlined, the vulvar creases pressed against the clinging cloth, while their pink nipples jutted stiffly outward, forming visible points that pulsed with every movement.
Qingyi did little more than admire them for a moment, letting his eyes wander over the feminine forms, before heading toward the temple's alchemy pavilion.
