Mei and Feng pressed in close on either side, their curves—soft and voluptuous for Mei, thick and ripe for Feng—molding against me like they were made for it.
The crystal dome of the Pleasure Palace hummed softly around us, the aurora of heavenly light outside pulsing like a satisfied lover's heartbeat.
"What do we do now?" I echoed her question with a grin, my hand idly tracing the curve of Feng's heavy breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until her pink nipple hardened under my palm.
She moaned softly, arching into the touch despite her exhaustion, her pale blue eyes half-lidded with lingering bliss. "Simple, my fierce archer. We conquer. Starting with the ants who've come crawling to our door."
As if on cue, the system's interface flickered to life in my vision, blue notifications scrolling with clinical efficiency:
[System Alert: External Convergence Detected]
