"Hah—!?"
Without warning, Tianlong's hand shot out, grasping Akane's wrist in a firm, unyielding grip. She gasped, her golden eyes blinking in surprise as he yanked her upward with a sudden, forceful pull.
"Nngh~!" Her voluptuous body reacted instantly—her massive breasts jiggled wildly, the heavy orbs bouncing against each other with a wet slap from the lingering moisture on her skin, sending ripples through the soft, pale flesh that strained against the remnants of her torn robes.
Her nine tails flicked erratically behind her, splashing droplets of water as her hips swayed involuntarily from the momentum, her thick thighs clenching together in a futile attempt to steady herself.
The pull was so abrupt that her silver hair whipped across her face, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, and a soft whimper escaped her lips before she could form words.
