The name, the private reference, the lesson learned from a previous encounter, was filed away. His cock, still inside the headmistress, twitched. The movement, the involuntary flex of divine flesh inside her puffy cunt, made Madam Yueying tremble. Her dark eyes, wet, wide, felt the twitch. The sensation, the hot, thick flesh moving inside her, sent a jolt through her overstimulated body.
'When a man is having a sex session, he is the most vulnerable,' Tianlong thought. 'Sabrina taught me that. She nearly killed me while I was mid-thrust. Lesson learned. Never again.'
His hand, holding the spear, folded. His fingers, pale, the divine qi flowing through his grip, compressed the weapon. The shaft, the condensed qi, the golden inscriptions, crumpled. Like paper. The spear, folded, compressed, deformed, was crushed into a ball. The spiritual energy, dissipated, was absorbed.
He threw it.
