The raw, scandalous weight of Shen Yu's words hung heavily in the air, sending an electric shockwave straight through Lixue's core. She stood paralyzed, her breath catching in her throat as her deeply hidden, taboo kink was violently stimulated.
Yilan, however, stiffened instantly in his grip. A flush of pure mortification rushed to her face, and she placed her hands against his broad chest, pushing weakly.
"Yu'er... no," she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced frantically at her daughter. "Not like this. Not in front of Lixue... I am her mother, this is a sin against all propriety—"
Shen Yu merely chuckled, a low, predatory sound that vibrated against her back. He caught her jaw in a firm, unyielding grip, forcing her to look into his glowing golden eyes.
"Propriety? You belong to me, Yilan. You, your body, your very soul. There is no sin in front of your master. Let her watch how a true sovereign tames what is his."
