No matter how much Westheid's actions seemed to be forcing her into depravity, Luyetan ultimately yielded under Duke Qinghui's lecherous might.
Truth be told, purifying the Enchanter Bloodline had been a thorn in the side of the Yuanxi Clan for generations, something they were desperate to resolve. For that, they were willing to abandon so-called dignity, pride, and everything else.
So, with just a little pressure from Westheid, Yuanxi Palace feigned resistance before giving in. After all, she hadn't been truly opposed to it; otherwise, how could one explain the games she played with Duke Qinghui in her dreams? Luyetan had been fucked into ecstasy.
The only thing that gave Luyetan pause was the matter of her own pride. It would have been one thing to put on a "training" session for the Enchanting Demon alone; Westheid had given the Holy Spirit Ancestor a private lesson in a similar fashion. But Westheid wasn't planning on stopping at such simple stimulation.
