Tianlong strode bare-ass naked through the shimmering, endless gold-veined hallway of the Pleasure Palace, sweat drying sticky between his abs and the heavy swing of his dick.
As he walked, the world morphed around him—the place itself moving with his steps; white marble grew under his feet with every lazy step, while the walls twisted with satin and veins of living grass, carrying the fresh smell of soap and sound of water.
He was creating a bathroom.
He didn't bother grabbing a robe—what was the fucking point? It would be off in less than five minutes with how things were, and putting it back on would just be a hassle.
He was a healthy man married to four gorgeous wives.
Among them, he had just knocked out one, and the remaining three would be feeling lonely without him inside them.
He snapped his fingers, opening a small portion of the Pleasure Palace directly within the guest area.
