Her perfect features twisted with the force of her weeping, snot mixing with tears as she completely abandoned any pretense of composure.
Her nine tails wrapped around them both protectively, creating a cocoon of silver and gold fur as she pressed his face deeper into her massive breasts.
Tianlong lay there completely stunned, his usual perverted thoughts—the automatic mental commentary about her incredible body, the strategic calculations about seduction tactics, the satisfied smugness at his successful manipulation—all of it simply... vanished.
Gone.
As if someone had reached into his mind and switched off every crude impulse, every sexual thought, every manipulative scheme.
All he could see was her pain.
Pain so deep, so raw, so utterly devastating that it seemed to resonate in his very bones.
This wasn't acting, wasn't political maneuvering, wasn't the careful emotional display of someone trying to gain advantage.
