In the City Lord's Mansion of Dream City, a woman was lying in a boudoir.
The woman was sprawled across the Scented Quilt, her chin propped on a pillow. Her two snow-white arms stretched past it, her slender jade fingers gripping both sides of a book.
Under the gauze, her legs of white jade were raised straight. Her calves and thighs, free of any excess flesh, formed two straight lines, with her knees as the point where they met. They pounded up and down against the bed, stirring waves of fragrant air.
Perhaps she had grown tired of reading. The woman put down her book, knelt on the bed, and stretched lazily. Her graceful curves were breathtakingly beautiful—she was a true enchantress.
"How long are you planning to stay here?"
A voice drifted through the room, ethereal yet cold, with an eerie edge.
As the chilling voice faded, a woman appeared at the head of the bed. Her face was featureless, and her long hair veiled her head, making her look just like Sister Sadako.
The faceless woman stretched out a hand as pale as paper toward the plump woman on the bed, then, in a scene completely at odds with her appearance, gave that exceptionally fertile-looking bottom a hard smack.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even waited for your lover to come looking for you. I haven't seen the good show yet, so how could I possibly leave~~~"
The girl whose bottom had been smacked was not annoyed in the slightest. She sat cross-legged on the bed, the nine long tails behind her unfurling like flowers and swaying in the air like snow-white ribbons.
However, the girl was picking at her petite, pearl-like toes with her delicate jade fingers. The motion was just like that