BOOM!
The second Xuan Ji pulled back his Qi, it felt like a grenade went off inside Wang Yue's skull.
In that split second, the sleeping woman transformed. Her face and body were the same, but she was radiating this raw, overwhelming wave of pure sexual magnetism.
It was a physical assault on his senses. His junk hit rock-hard instantly, and a wild, primal fire roared to life in his gut.
Now, look—ever since Wang Yue had engaged in "dual cultivation" with his mom (the literal most beautiful woman in existence), his self-control had been top-tier.
He wasn't the type of guy to get a random boner at the drop of a hat anymore.
But right now? He was losing the fight. He had this insane, desperate urge to lung at her, shred her dress, and lose himself in her body.
Luckily, he had a habit of keeping his "equipment" tucked away and minimized; even with a raging hard-on, it wasn't visible through his clothes. He barely dodged a massive public embarrassment.
