"Nether Emperor..." Madam Black Pool gave a coquettish hum, her face flushed with shy charm as she turned sideways. But her clothes caught on the scholar's bare foot.
The fabric was fine, smooth as silk, and in an instant it slipped from her body. She had dodged away, but the clothes had not. With nothing beneath them, her snow-white, tender upper body was immediately exposed to the air.
Madam Black Pool timidly covered the fullness of her chest with both arms, biting her red lips in boundless bashfulness. The spring scenery was alluring...
"You haven't come to serve me for quite a long time." The scholar withdrew his bare foot from the black dress and smiled at the snowy, delicate body seated amid a heap of black court robes.
"I would be willing to serve the Nether Emperor ten thousand times over, but I fear I may never have another chance." Madam Black Pool hugged her chest and lowered her head slightly, looking as though she might burst into tears at any moment.
"That may not necessarily be so." The scholar spoke lightly and said no more, merely watching her with a smiling gaze, as if saying, That depends on how you perform.
The atmosphere in the pavilion immediately turned exceedingly ambiguous. Several more fireflies flew over and clung to the windowsill, casting an even more enticing glow over her seductive body. Like a bride on her wedding night, Madam Black Pool shyly released her arms. Even the scholar, who had seen her more than once, could not help another flash of amazement at her peerless bosom. He watched her white, tender body, smooth as a peeled egg, slowly rise from the pile of black gauze. Naked from head to toe, flawless and perfect, she stirred the heart with shocking