"Your Majesty, I was only speaking up for you." Sensing A Whale's chill, Yu Xiaogang's voice immediately weakened.
"I know. But criticizing His Holiness the Pope here is a grave crime; even I am no exception. Fine, let us test your endurance. If you can satisfy me, I may forgive you once. If not, then I can only send you off to become a eunuch."
As she spoke, A Whale extended a Photinia Flower vine from her palm and dragged Yu Xiaogang before her.
"Did you hear me clearly?"
"Yes."
A moment later, Yu Xiaogang was crushed beneath a mountain of flesh, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.
It had to be said that, in order to preserve his manhood, Yu Xiaogang gave it everything he had, venting all the emotions he had suppressed for decades.
However, he seemed to have underestimated A Whale's needs.
More than half a month passed in succession. After over ten days of exhausting labor, human desire was like a boulder rolling down a mountain—once it started, it could never stop and would never be satisfied.
Of course, effort brought rewards as well.
He gained A Whale's favor, and his status in Cell Number Eleven soared.
Even Zhao Wuji's life became much easier as a result.
Until the evening before the Heaven Dou Empire's competing teams arrived, Yu Xiaogang felt that A Whale could no longer live without him and would not hurt him again. Unable to resist, he said, "A Whale, can you let me rest for a while?"
"You want to rest?" A Whale's fleshy face revealed a kindly smile, making Zhao Wuji and the others shudder. As people who had been through it themselves, they knew that if Yu Xiaogang dared to take the hint, especially after his previous slander and