Desire bloomed like a lotus in her peach-blossom eyes. Then she saw her master's hand wander downward.
She sank into utter despair, as though she stood in a boundless hell, unable to see even a sliver of light anymore.
Much later, moonlight spilled down.
It fell within the pavilion.
Lian Yue slowly opened her eyes, feeling unbearable pain throughout her body. Her misty brows drew together slightly, her mind still muddled. Only after a long while did she seem to recall something.
She abruptly looked down at herself.
Only then did she discover that her clothes had not been torn to pieces as she had imagined. Instead, they remained perfectly intact on her body, and her sickly pale skin bore none of those many marks.
It seemed...
Her master, that fiend who committed every evil imaginable, who had thrown them into hell as children and left them to sink, had not done all sorts of strange things to her.
This truly came as something of a surprise.
As far as she knew, many men incapable of intercourse either loathed women utterly or were prone to developing extremely perverse ideas.
Moreover, they could switch between these two states very easily.
As far as she knew, her master had previously been the first kind. Later, when she heard that he had beguiled Eldest Senior Sister, she thought this fiend had already become the second kind.
He wanted to torment Eldest Senior Sister in every way, trample her dignity, bring her entirely under his control, and then do all sorts of filthy things.
Just like when she had arrived before the pavilion earlier and seen Eldest Senior Sister with her green robe removed, lying in the fiend's arms, controlled by that vicious fiend.
She had thought that once she succumbed to desire,