Shen Yu kept his eyes anchored directly on the wardrobe, a chilling smirk playing on his lips as he maintained a slow, agonizingly thorough pace.
He could sense the desperate, wet friction of Shuying's frantic fingers through the wooden slats because of his spirit sense, and the knowledge of her hidden, agonizing arousal only fueled his commanding dominance over the girl in his arms.
"M-Master..." Wanru whimpered, her hands pinned helplessly behind her lower back by his single, iron-like grip.
Her chest was completely bare now, arched forward as she offered her pale, round breasts entirely to his whims.
"Quiet, little girl," Shen Yu murmured, his voice a deep, magnetic rumble that commanded absolute submission. "I told you to look at me."
Wanru looked up, her green eyes completely glazed over with an intoxicating mix of fear and intense lust.
Slowly, deliberately, Shen Yu lowered his head.
He didn't rush.
