Tilly felt the pulsating beats of her heart, intensifying with every passing second as she followed this young cultivator whose bearing, presence, and looks touched upon an unearthly pinnacle. In only a few words, she had given herself to him, fallen to a primal, delicious lust, but was swaying to his every whim. She didn't think herself an easy woman by any stretch of the imagination, yet here she was diligently keeping close to this young cultivator's side.
Unbeknownst to her, the next sequence of events that was dawning on the horizon would throw her entire comprehensible world into complete disarray!
"Are we doing that?" Magus inquired with a soft hum.
"Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hehehe!!" Ori cheered, its tone downright mischievous and diabolical to the senses.
"Do not hold back," King said. Only four words, but they were constructed with an immeasurable weight and an incomprehensible depth. It wasn't an instruction nor a warning. It was a wish. A hope born by its edge.
