Her rich voice, the headmistress's voice, the voice of authority and command, was gone. What remained was the voice of a woman who had woken up in a stranger's bed, half-naked, and was looking at a god receiving oral sex.
Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes held hers. His hand, on Jin Yuhan's head, pressed. The princess took him deeper. Her throat, bulging, the outline of his cock visible from the outside, milked him.
"Glurk... glurk..." The sounds, wet and obscene, filled the silence.
"So," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man discussing the weather while having his cock sucked. "It was your son who manifested the forbidden technique."
The words hit Madam Yueying like a physical blow. Her arms, covering her chest, tightened. Her face, already pale, went white. The blood drained. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, found his face.
