What madness had I entangled myself in? I, Elder Feng Lianhua, architect of empires and breaker of realms, reduced to bargaining with this... this upstart in his den of depravity.
The words still burned in my throat like swallowed venom: "I want you to fuck me."
Uttered in front of his simpering women, no less. The maid-Mei Ling, or whatever her inconsequential name was-had gasped like a startled deer, while the archer one, Lin Yue, stared with eyes sharp enough to pierce spirit armor.
And him? Zhao Tianlong, with that infernal smirk, as if he'd already claimed victory over my body and soul.
The suppressive arrays in the chamber hummed mockingly, sealing in the echo of my demand.
I had come here for answers, for that intoxicating rush he'd forced upon me earlier-that shameful "champagne time" where my body had betrayed me, squirting like some common whore under his fingers. Ecstasy, he'd called it.
A lie, surely, but one that lingered, heating my core even now.
