The Demon Lord's Na

"Do you have something else?"

Catherine had just been rejected when she asked for sex, so she was in a foul mood, her expression somewhat cold.

But soon, she noticed the imposing bulge beneath the Heaven-Connecting Cult Leader's lower abdomen. Her beautiful eyes brightened slightly, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously as she let out a teasing, seductive, "Wow."

The Heaven-Connecting Cult Leader's expression remained stern. His upper head was clear-headed and rational, but his lower head had betrayed him.

"I think you were right." He stepped toward Catherine, wrapped an arm around the slender waist beneath her black dress, and pulled her soft, voluptuous body against his own.

Catherine crashed into him chest-first and fell into a chest brimming with masculine hormones. Instinctively, one hand stroked his chest while the other slid downward.

That branding-iron-like passion startled even the battle-hardened Catherine. Then her eyes lit up, and her breathing quickened.

She giggled. "You want it this badly, so what are you waiting for?"

Zhang Yuanqing scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. Catherine cried, "Oh!" before giggling again. Taking advantage of the moment, she lifted her skirt, exposing two jade-white legs to entice him.

The little black stick was coming. Zhang Yuanqing pulled off his shirt and pounced with burning eyes.

The soft mattress suddenly sank, followed by rustling sounds. The black dress, underwear, trousers—one item after another fell onto the floor.

The bedroom lights dimmed in tandem, turning hazy and amber.

Bracing himself over the bed, Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head to inspect the beauty beneath him. Her features were exquisite and flawless, her eyes alluring and unfocused; her neck was long and snow-white, her shoulders round and fragrant, her collarbones delicate, her skin so smooth it seemed it might break at a touch.