'How her skin is so smooth?' His fingers traced the curve of her waist, dipping beneath the hem of her robe, the fabric parting like mist under his touch—soft, old silk yielding to his warmth, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh inch by inch.
She tensed, a soft "Nnhh..." escaping as his hand ventured further, brushing the sensitive skin where thigh met hip, the air cool against her newly exposed flesh.
"Emperor... what are you..." she murmured, confusion threading her voice, her divine body responding despite herself, a faint tremor running through her as his fingers neared her core.
With a single, precise flick of his finger—using just a thread of qi—he tore through the delicate string of her undergarment, the fabric ripping with a sharp snip, exposing her pussy to the open air.
