Heaven Dou City, Spirit Hall.
Platinum Bishop Salas sat on a soft sofa while a graceful woman in a red dress sat on his lap, her face flushed and her crimson lips tightly pressed together.
Salas's hands roamed restlessly over her body, his lecherous gaze seemingly intent on stripping her bare. His dry, rough hand reached beneath her skirt, and the woman hurriedly held down its hem, her eyes pleading as she shook her head and begged for mercy.
Salas licked his lips, his muddled eyes growing more excited. He liked women with a will to resist; it gave him the thrill of conquest. They were far more stimulating than those women who only knew how to cater to him.
Rip—
Salas grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked hard, tearing apart the thin fabric and exposing her smooth, full thighs.
"Ah!"
The woman cried out, covering the torn dress as she fell to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. "No! Please, Bishop, spare me!"
The more Salas heard her pleading, the more excited he became. His blood surged as he revealed a sickening smile. "Fine. As long as you serve me well, I'll spare your family."
With that, Salas undid the buttons at his chest and pounced on her like a tiger lunging at its prey.
"Knock, knock, knock, knock..."
Just then, urgent knocking sounded from outside the door.
Salas froze and stopped what he was doing. He then frowned and asked impatiently, "Who is it? Can't you see I'm busy reviewing documents? Don't disturb me unless it's important!"
"Bishop, there is an urgent matter!"
Salas's anger flared at those words. "What could possibly be so urgent that it can't wait until tomorrow?"
The voice outside annoyed him. He recognized the person beyond the door—it was one