Madam Yueying, the headmistress. Her thick body, the formal robes she had been given, the dark red and gold, was visible. Her enormous tits, straining the fabric, were prominent. Her thick ass, the cheeks round and full, swayed with each step. The remnants of her degradation, the collar hidden beneath the robes, the furry bra beneath the silk, the well-fucked body beneath it all, were present. Her dark eyes, wet, devoted, were on him. Her coral lips, swollen, parted. Her body, the thick frame, the mature curves, was the body of a woman who had been fucked for hours and was ready for more.
Jin Yuhan, the princess. Her slender body, her formal robes, her dark eyes. Her small breasts, beneath the silk, were visible. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen lips, was wet. The fragments, the upper realm memories, the dual consciousness, were present. Her dark eyes, meeting his, held the fragmented recognition of a woman whose identity was being rewritten.
