Practice Room.
Zhao Ci looked at Feng Kucha and felt a massive headache coming on.
Feng Kucha lowered his head slightly, a look of embarrassment on his face.
The Snake Woman was once again chained to the iron slab bed, looking as though she had just survived a catastrophe. Her tail, however, kept twitching, as if trying to forget the painful and perverse experience she had just endured.
A long moment passed.
Feng Kucha was the first to break the awkward silence. "Zhao Ci, don't be angry. Next time, I'll get you an even hotter one."
Zhao Ci: "..."
He rubbed his head, speechless. "You think I'm angry because of this Snake Demon?"
Feng Kucha said, as if it were obvious, "What else? Is she not top-shelf enough?"
"..."
'She really is a bit of a prize,' he thought. 'And now that he's reminded me, I actually am a little damn angry.'
Zhao Ci shook his head. "In the end, it's all just worldly pleasure. Any copulation not for the purpose of propagating the species is a waste."
