The transformation was complete.
Shen Yu's tattered white robes, once the symbol of a refined savior, finally gave way, shredding completely under the explosive expansion of his new physique. He stood naked in the silver moonlight, a mountain of bronze, corded muscle that gleamed with a predatory sheen.
Meng Yan and Xu Yi instinctively took a half-step back, the raw, suffocating pressure of his new Qi signature hitting them like a physical blow. Yet, as their eyes drifted downward to the heavy, pulsing weight between his legs, their fear was quickly eclipsed by a sharp, rhythmic throb of desire.
"Honey," Meng Yan whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she fought the oppressive weight in the air. "This... this Qi. It feels wrong. It's cold, violent... like a demon's."
Shen Yu stepped toward her, each footfall leaving a shallow mark in the earth.
"It is a technique from the inheritance I got," he growled, the vibration of his new vocal cords rattling the girls' chests.
