Shi Tiexin's large hand stroked upward along her thigh, gentle yet releasing an electrifying sensation that left her deliciously numb, pleasure so intense it was soul-stirring. Ling Xingjian's urge to resist quickly melted beneath that feeling, and all at once, she felt that nothing mattered anymore.
The character setting and her own self-perception blended together, her thoughts rapidly synchronizing with the role.
Ling Xingjian's reason quickly faded away, her hand led by Shi Tiexin as it roamed over her body.
They were legally married anyway—what could possibly be wrong with this?
Then, come on!
Thus, Shi Tiexin gently removed her clothes. She offered no resistance, only responded fervently, kissing, losing herself in intoxication.
But at that very moment, the uneven dimensions suddenly unleashed their power.
In the blink of an eye, one dimension split into two. At first glance, the two dimensions looked identical, yet the souls beneath those shells had already been completely switched.
Within Shi Tiexin's dimension, the shell of "wife" had been stuffed with the soul of a fallen married woman, guiding him toward boundless lust.
And on Ling Xingjian's side, she was finally dragged down from her detached state and plunged into a dream woven specifically for her.
Ling Xingjian suddenly felt herself enveloped in holy white light. She opened her eyes and saw a towering monument in the void above the nine heavens: the Warhammer of Holy Light. Holy light burst forth from the Warhammer, shining down upon her. Yet this holy light was no longer warm and embracing. Instead, it erupted with thunderous fury, and a roar cleaved down from above the nine heavens.
"Blasphemy—!!"
Ling Xingjian's pupils contracted, and she instinctively tried to struggle. Yet the face of "Shi Tiexin" appeared before her again, looking at her in confusion, then seeming to become