Zhang Yuanqing's body, along with the Cat King Speaker, vanished into thin air.
The indescribable, utterly shameful sound effects disappeared along with the "erasure" of his physical body.
Fuck, last time I praised Demon Lord for not being obsessed with women and having proper recordings. How long had it been? And he was pulling this on me already. Good thing it was nighttime and my family was asleep.
If Grandfather, grandmother, and aunt heard this, where would I put my old face?
Aunt was fine, though. She knew what he kept in his "study materials." As his thoughts wandered, he emptied his mind, leaned back in his ergonomic chair, and waited for the sex scene to end.
Lewd sounds filled his ears.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing shifted his sitting position and muttered inwardly—this woman's voice was so soft and seductive. Just from her voice, he could tell she was a beauty. Demon Lord really had it good.
Another ten minutes passed, and Zhang Yuanqing moved from beside the desk back onto the bed, muttering inwardly—was Demon Lord's stamina really this good? Why wasn't it over yet?
A few more minutes passed, and Zhang Yuanqing unconsciously picked up a tissue from the desk and placed it by the bedside.
Fuck! He suddenly came to his senses and yanked his hand back as if reining in at the edge of a cliff. Embarrassed and furious, he snapped:
"Are you done yet? Demon Lord, what the fuck is wrong with you? End the audio right now, or I'll smash this piece-of-shit speaker."
The last sentence was directed at the Cat King Speaker. He knew the item possessed its own consciousness.
By now, the cries coming from the speaker had become somewhat hoarse.
Yet the loud noises had never stopped. Even Zhang