Before continuing, Shen Yu raised his hand and gestured toward the communications array near the door. Channeling a brief pulse of his Qi, he transmitted a direct summons.
"Li Qiu. Step inside."
A moment later, the heavy jade doors glided open, and Li Qiu walked into the room. The contrast between her and the five newly broken socialites was stark.
Her face was heavily flushed, her cheeks burning red, and her eyes were bloodshot from a complete lack of sleep.
Having been stationed right outside the door all night, the continuous, earth-shattering moans and raw, carnal sounds of Shen Yu's unbridled stamina had bombarded her senses for hours.
She was thoroughly tormented, her posture rigid, and a heavy moisture pool between her thighs from the vicarious arousal.
Shen Yu looked at her disheveled state and smirked darkly in his mind.
