An hour had passed since the steam filled the room with the scent of spent energy and stolen essence. Ethan stood in the center of the lavish dressing area, completely naked, his skin glowing with a faint, healthy luster from the refined Yin he had just consumed. His body was a temple of hardened muscle, and between his legs, his 21cm member hung heavy and relaxed—a testament to his endurance.
The doors slid open without a sound. Isabella walked in, her golden eyes immediately dropping to his crotch. She didn't blush; she didn't look away. Instead, a playful, appreciative smirk curled her lips.
"A fine tool you have there, Ethan," she remarked, her voice smooth and dangerous. "I can see why those two are currently unconscious in the other room."
Ethan didn't say a word. He knew by now that reacting to her provocations only gave her more leverage. He calmly reached for the new clothes laid out for him—a high-grade military tunic made of enchanted silk—and began to dress.
