Fourth Mistress was a voluptuous, stunningly beautiful mature woman named Ye Qianqian. Zhao Fu was no longer bound by anything or held back by any scruples. One night, he entered her room.
Ye Qianqian rolled her eyes at Zhao Fu and said, "Ye'er! What are you doing in my room? Why aren't you keeping your other mistresses company?"
Zhao Fu smiled. "I was afraid of neglecting Fourth Mistress, so I came alone."
A blush rose to Ye Qianqian's face. She gave Zhao Fu a seductive glance. "At least you have some conscience, unlike all the care Fourth Mistress usually gives you."
Zhao Fu stood there, smiling somewhat sheepishly.
Truthfully, they had treated Zhao Fu exceptionally well. They had cared for him with all their hearts, as though he were family. He found it somewhat hard to lay hands on them.
But when he thought of his relationship with the Evil Demon Flower Ancestor, if they learned of it, they certainly would not treat him so well. On the contrary, they would kill him. Seeing the price they had paid to save him, Zhao Fu did not want to become enemies with them. That left him only one choice: subdue them.
"Ye'er! Why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry over here."
While Zhao Fu was lost in thought, Ye Qianqian had already taken off her clothes, her face utterly alluring as she spoke.
Hearing that, Zhao Fu smiled and walked over.
Over the following days, Zhao Fu and his many mistresses completely cast aside all restraint and misgivings. They no longer hid anything. Whether day or night, whenever they felt the desire, they would do those unspeakable things.
The nine mistresses also cooperated with Zhao Fu wholeheartedly, immersing themselves in pleasure until they could no longer pull free.
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