At dawn, pale golden sunlight streamed through the window.
An Yang climbed up from the two women's naked, warm bodies and casually pulled on a piece of clothing. Accidentally brushing against their delicate forms, he felt his heart stir again.
This was not his first time experiencing this. He had slept with Lunan and Misha together in the castle before, but after abstaining from women for more than half a year, he still felt exceptionally satisfied.
Thinking back to how they had gone wild until midnight...
An Yang drew a deep breath, his expression turning solemn.
Strange scents filled the air. The sheets were covered in traces of their frenzied night, while the two snow-white bodies lay beside him, their long legs and full breasts exposed to the air.
The sight was enough to make anyone's breath catch. Both women had perfect figures, without a trace of excess fat or a single flaw. The enormous bed easily accommodated three people, and it was there that they had indulged in a night of passion.
Lydia's bold madness and Cousin Sheryl's long legs had kept An Yang lingering and asking for more until the two women were exhausted and everything finally settled down.
But it was time for him to leave.
Lydia and Sheryl were both Great Knights. The instant he rose, they woke and opened their eyes to look at him.
An Yang wrapped himself in a white robe and walked over to draw open the curtains.
Whoosh!
The warm morning sunlight immediately filled the room. Outside, the old tree that had withered during winter had grown lush and green, and the earth had awakened into full vitality.
The morning was still somewhat chilly, but it was no longer early spring.
An Yang silently breathed in the fresh air.
Behind him,