She stood there, trembling with rage and unspoken want, the choice hanging like a blade.
The ball was in her court... for now.
Elder Feng Lianhua's silence stretched like a taut bowstring, her pale blue eyes flicking from me to Mei Ling, who stood quietly at my side, her silk robe clinging to her freshly fucked curves like a lover's whisper.
The elder's gaze lingered on Mei—taking in the subtle glow of her skin, the newfound strength in her stance, that Early Core Formation aura radiating like she'd been reborn in my cum.
Feng's sheet-wrapped body tensed, her full tits rising with a sharp breath, nipples still poking through the fabric like they remembered my touch.
She glanced toward the maid one last time, her voice cutting through the incense-heavy air like a chilled blade.
"Does her power arise due to you?"
I nodded, smirking as I met those icy eyes.
