I leaned back in the ornate chair, the pleasure palace's negotiation chamber humming softly around us like it knew the game we were playing.
The air was thick with jasmine incense—her scent, probably, mixed with the faint musk of arousal that still clung to the room from my earlier "demonstration."
Elder Feng Lianhua sat across the table from me, her pale blue eyes like chips of ice, but I could see the cracks forming.
She clutched that sheet around her body like a shield, her full tits straining against the thin fabric, nipples still hard from the lingering heat I'd stirred in her.
Behind me, Mei Ling stood quietly—my first wife now, her face flushed with a mix of exhaustion and quiet pride, dressed in one of the palace's silk robes that hugged her curves just right.
Lin Yue was off in another room, probably stewing, but that was fine.
This moment was about the ice queen in front of me.
Didn't expect her to be a virgin, though.
