"Ah—!"

Sylvea stood frozen, her arms instinctively crossing over her exposed chest.

Her breasts pressed together, the movement making her nipples point outward as she tried covering herself—those pink tips already stiffening from the cool air, tiny beads of sweat tracing the curves like invitations.

Her eyes widened in shock, trembling as they locked onto Tianlong.

"I..." she stammered, face burning crimson.

Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words, her tongue flicking nervously against her teeth.

Tianlong observed her reaction with mild surprise.

He'd expected resistance, maybe even anger, but this—this was pure inexperience.

The way she stood there, vulnerable and flustered, reminded him of those men who got embarrassed removing their shirts in front of women.

The ones who didn't have confidence in their bodies.

Her skin flushed hot under his gaze, the faint outline of veins pulsing along her collarbone.

From the way she averted her gaze, he could tell that much.

He stepped closer, the air thickening with his pheromones as he released them to set the mood, making her thighs clench involuntarily.

"Wait, don't look," Sylvea suddenly blurted out, her voice cracking.

Her eyes darted away, refusing to meet his.

"I know I'm... I'm kind of not that good..."

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, almost matching the color of embarrassment itself.

The flush spread down her neck, creeping toward her chest, where her nipples darkened slightly, poking against her crossed arms like they begged for attention.

She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole, her fingers digging into her own flesh.

Tianlong raised an eyebrow.

Was she serious?

Those breasts were practically perfect, firm yet molding, and those nipples... he'd never seen anything quite like them in reality—puffy areolas with those subtle, inviting slits that hinted at hidden depths—classic dirty manga drawn bullshits on whom he used to fap even though confused why when they seemed ugly at first.

Yet here she was, acting as if she had something to be ashamed of.

But again, those deep pink shades on her milky white as if rubbed pink lipstick on her nipple made them look too alluring to ignore.

'!—shit.'

He would have taken his time, maybe enjoyed her body, teasing her more, but suddenly his senses caught the upcoming energies towards him.

The speed was much faster than he could have guessed.

It was just two minutes, maybe even less than that, before a knock would come at his door from none other than those he had left behind.

He instantly vanished.

The created gust of wind made Sylvea's head snap toward the bed, her eyes widening in horror.

She blinked hard, trying to process what just happened—had he really disappeared? Her heart pounded, confusion mixing with the lingering heat from his pheromones still buzzing in her veins.

Riiiiip

The sharp tear echoed, pulling her focus like a hook.

Tianlong had moved swiftly to the unconscious woman lying there.

He was not a fucking bastard trying to molest a lying unconscious woman but he was a man who knew missing opportunity when you can solve things later is a foolish decision.

So, he was going to take the opportunity and woman both.

Without hesitation, he'd grabbed the fabric of her dress and yanked it down, tearing it away in one smooth motion, the scraps fluttering to the floor like discarded inhibitions.

Woman's body lay bare now, her skin pale and unmarked, save for the faint rise and fall of her chest that was so subtle that she was near dead—more like dead if not for microscopic movement from time to time as of hibernation effect.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" Sylvea shrieked, her hands dropping from her chest as she instinctively moved forward, her own exposed breasts bouncing with the sudden motion, nipples tracing erratic paths in the air.

Tianlong glanced back at her, his expression calm, almost bored externally but panicked inwardly, knowing he needed to act, and this woman was just delaying things.

"If you're not going to follow through," he said evenly, his hand now resting on woman's exposed massive boobs as if weighing them like some meat balls, "then I'll have to transfer whatever vitality I have directly into her instead. I'll just use your sister."

His fingers spread across woman's robust cleavage, giving it a deliberate squeeze.

The flesh jiggled slightly from the pressure, soft mounds overflowing his palm, her skin warming instantly under his touch.

Sylvea's jaw dropped, her breath catching as she watched the way her sister's body responded even in sleep—a subtle quiver rippling through her.

She froze mid-step, her mind reeling from the sight, a twisted knot of jealousy and protectiveness twisting in her gut even as her own body still hummed from his earlier touch.

"How... how can you do that?!" she sputtered, clearly taken aback.

Her eyes darted between his hand and her sister's unconscious face, torn between outrage and confusion, her own core tingling with unwelcome heat.

Tianlong observed the unconscious woman beneath his palm.

Her breasts were fuller than Sylvea's, with a certain weight to them—heavy orbs that sagged just enough to sway hypnotically.

Her nipples were strangely big but tight, perky in a way that seemed almost unnatural, the tips elongated like ripe berries, those visible holes at the centers glistening faintly with an instinctive dew.

The shape was peculiar—the same odd formation as Sylvea's, with those visible holes that might not typically be considered arousing.

Yet there was something about them... raw, primal, begging to be twisted and milked—maybe her Elf body was indeed hypnotic and preserved her maternal features too.

It was not that she wasn't beautiful, hell if before meeting Ying Jia, Akane or even Yu Xiang, he might have considered her a beauty worth falling for but already seen enough beauties, railing and pounding them daily, he had become kind of numb.

Numb to excitement not the feel and unique texture all of these women have to make him hard just by touch.

His thumb circled one nipple idly, feeling it harden into a rigid peak, a thin thread of clear fluid beading at the slit.

[ Transfering 20,000 Vitality ]

[ Host Horny God Physique Leaking Maximum Aphrodasic Aura + Vitality Enhancing the Potency to Max ]

Woman's body arched faintly, her unconscious form betraying her with a soft, wet sound from between her legs.

Squelch...

'I could have teased them more if not for—'

His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed Sylvea's gaze burning into him.

He turned slightly, catching the fury in her emerald eyes, mixed now with a glassy sheen of arousal she couldn't hide.

She clenched her jaw, her fists balling at her sides.

'Did I just mess up?'

Looking towards her, he felt slightly awkward, simply because indeed he was trying to molest her unconscious sister.

Though he had thought this world pink reversed psychology, this might not be as intense as would have in his world.

But from her reaction, it seemed he might have to take the forced route, since he cannot lose this opportunity to leave a mark on one of the plot armors lying in front of him, even if it meant to offend an elf he seems to have gotten liking with.

"Is that because of that dirty wife of yours?" She spat, venom dripping from every word, though her voice wavered, thighs pressing together as if to trap the growing slickness there.

Tianlong blinked.

"Heh... What?"

"I've never seen a man like you who is so frank," Sylvea continued, her voice rising with each word.

"I never thought one existed, but seeing how you're bold enough to touch a woman while she's sleeping... your wife must have trained you well."

Her words hung heavy, but her eyes flicked down to his hand, lingering on the way her nipple bulged under his pinch, green-tinged veins faintly pulsing along the areola from the pressure.

'Haah... shit, this woman is making me crazy.'

Annoyance flared in Tianlong's chest.

The comment struck a nerve he didn't even know he had.

Yes, he expected her to not react but again saying that word which he told her especially when he needed urgency and her acting so naive, no, nearly stupid, believing his words so deeply.

This whole situation did not do much better, making him clearly frustrated, wanting to silence her for a moment as she was not helping it.

Before he could think, his body moved on instinct.

In an instant, he closed the distance between them.

A gust of wind erupted from his movement, whipping Sylvea's hair to the side, carrying his musky pheromones straight to her senses.

Her eyes widened in shock as his hand shot forward, grabbing her right breast tightly—fingers sinking into the plush mound, the skin yielding like warm dough.

"HNGH~♡!!"

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