Tianlong slowly lifted his head, turning to look at her with those familiar yet strange crimson-gold eyes.

Instead of shame or embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, a smirk spread across his handsome features—an expression so coldly calculating that it sent chills down her spine.

"Why would I?" he replied with casual arrogance, his voice carrying none of the respect or warmth she remembered from her prince.

Akane's entire body trembled with rage as his dismissive tone hit her more than anything. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood.

"You cannot taint the image of my prince by doing such vulgarity with some woman!" she yelled, her voice cracking with desperate fury.

Tianlong chuckled—a dark, rich sound that seemed to bypass her ears and speak directly to something primal in her bloodstream.

He shifted his position slightly, allowing Yu Xiang to turn her face away from Akane in apparent shame, though her crimson cheeks and the way she pressed her face against the ground seemed more performative than genuine.

"Then are you going to take this woman's place?" he asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made her heart skip beats for all the wrong reasons.

The question hung in the air between them like a challenge, and Akane felt her eyes tremble as she looked toward Yu Xiang. The human woman's body was arched down with her hips up in a position that was both vulnerable and provocative, her dark hair spilled across the wet stones like silk.

The sight should have disgusted her. Should have made her turn away in revulsion at the crude display.

Instead, she found herself imagining what it would feel like to be in that position. To have those strong hands gripping her curves, to feel that massive length pressed against her own body with such possessive hunger.

The treacherous thoughts made her face burn with shame even as heat pooled in her core.

Akane blinked rapidly, trying to clear her mind of the dangerous images. But the longer she stared at the erotic tableau, the more her resolve crumbled.

This was her prince. Or some fragment of him, corrupted by power and circumstance but still containing the essence of the man she had loved for millennia.

If submitting to his desires was the price of keeping him close, of preventing him from degrading himself with unworthy partners...

"Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rushing water.

Then louder, her golden eyes blazing with desperate determination: "Fine! I will take her place."

Her hands moved to the ties of her elegant robes, fingers trembling as she began to loosen the silk fastenings with the jerky movements of someone forcing themselves past their own boundaries.

Her hand hovered on her back, breathing clearly filled with sudden reaction rather than the choice that she would have usually taken using her composed mind.

"But you must promise," she continued, her voice gaining strength as she made her demands, "you will never touch another woman again."

'Caught you.'

The moment those words left Akane's lips, Tianlong's mind sharpened like a blade. Inwardly, his thoughts moved faster than his grin.

He slowly stood, his movements deliberately unsteady as if possessed by some spirit, nearly zombie-like.

His magnificent physique rose as if pulled by strings—water cascading down the sculpted ridges of his torso, each drop catching the filtered sunlight that pierced through the forest canopy.

But it was what hung between his muscular thighs that made Akane's breath catch in her throat despite her fury.

His cock stood proud and intimidating—thick as her delicate wrist, the throbbing head painted in deep crimson like spilled wine.

So red it appeared ready to explode, the skin stretched taut around the swollen crown as he stood there, water cascading down his sculpted form, wet hair clinging to his muscular shoulders and chest like dark silk.

Tianlong ruffled his hair back with predatory grace, the wet strands parting to reveal the sharp angles of his face as he turned toward her.

His crimson-gold eyes held the look of a hunter who had finally cornered his prey.

Akane's visible leg took an instinctive step backward, her golden eyes wide with something between fear and unwanted fascination.

Her hand clenched into a tight fist at her side as her mind raced.

'No,' she thought desperately, 'I need to stop him from tainting my husband's image.'

Of course, she was merely giving herself an excuse without realizing she had fallen completely into his trap.

He arrived before her like a test of all years of her loyalty to a dead husband, his body designed exactly as he had perceived hers—made for making women wet like a fountain, made for being held as he thrust.

The water droplets on his bronzed skin caught the light like liquid diamonds, each muscle defined with the precision of a master sculptor's work.

'What an asshole I am,' Tianlong thought as his eyes devoured her form with vulgar appreciation, 'she's like a ripe version of Yuki.'

The comparison sent heat straight to his already throbbing cock.

Where her daughter possessed youthful beauty with big but perky tight breasts firm enough to poke through her dress without a hint of sagginess, Akane embodied mature, hot, dripping body ready to be plucked for weeks, not just a single night—curves that had been refined by centuries of existence, breasts that were heavier and more voluptuous than any woman he had seen, hips that swayed with each small step as if just held by that dress.

Her body was more of flesh and softness than perkiness and tightness.

She was built like a fertility goddess meant to give birth, designed for endless nights of breeding and pleasure with thick thighs like her daughter but more space between them to take him every single day.

Those massive breasts were made for bouncing while being pounded from behind, that perfectly rounded ass crafted for brutal slapping until it turned red.

Her body screamed to be dominated, to be bent over and taken like the desperate fox in heat she pretended not to be.

Standing before her with his cock jutting obscenely from his muscular frame, he looked directly into her golden eyes. "But do you think you will be able to make me only be yours?"

Her breath caught at the challenge, but her voice rang out with fierce determination. "Of course I can!"

But her voice stopped abruptly as his hand shot out, groping her massive breast with shameless possession. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, the enormous mound overflowing his grasp as he squeezed without mercy.

The sensation was overwhelming—her breast felt like a big ball of cotton candy mixed with silicon jelly, so massive that his hand literally disappeared into the plush softness. Her nipple, hard and prominent, pressed against his palm through the thin fabric of her robes, and he could tell they were thick.

'!?!'

"Y-You—!" Akane's eyes went wide with shock and outrage. She winced as his fingers dug cruelly into her sensitive flesh, then her hand moved like lightning, yanking his wrist away from her violated breast.

"How dare you?!" she snarled, her spiritual pressure exploding outward in waves of barely contained fury.

His hand was completely yanked back, but instead of anger or embarrassment, he simply chuckled—a low, dark sound that made her blood freeze in her veins.

"Pfft..."

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