The first thing that hit me wasn't the ache in my muscles from last night's marathon or the faint glow of qi still humming in my veins.
Nah, it was a smell. Warm, savory, like fresh-baked buns mixed with sizzling meat and herbs that made my stomach growl before my brain even caught up.
It wasn't the musky scent of Mei's pussy or the sweat from our endless fucking—no, this was something homier, something that screamed "breakfast" and made me want to devour it whole.
Definitely not her, though the thought crossed my mind for a split second.
I cracked my eyes open, blinking against the soft light filtering into the palace chamber.
The bed was a mess—sheets tangled, pillows scattered like battlefield casualties—but I was alone in it.
No warm bodies pressed against me, just the echo of last night's moans lingering in the air. I sat up slowly, rubbing my neck, and that's when I spotted her.
