Chapter 29: Sengoku Is Not Sleeping Either
"Hiss!"
Just one drop made Hancock's face change slightly, her body trembling. The silver marrow felt like deep-sea ice, carrying a strange weight, and rolled into her stomach, causing an unbearable chill.
After the chill came an unbearable itching, as if thousands of ants were burrowing into her stomach, gnawing at her flesh and blood.
"Hateful!"
Hancock gritted her teeth, suppressing the unbearable feeling. She walked under the shower, opened the hot water valve, and let the scalding water pour over her body, using it to combat the coldness and itchiness.
But the hot water only provided temporary relief. As the silver marrow worked inside her body, Hancock felt a chill that made her tremble more and more. Her pearl-like fingers clasped onto the floor, the muscles in her well-proportioned legs tightening as the unbearable arousal spread from her lower abdomen to other parts of her body.
"So it's this kind of thing..." Hancock's face turned red, but her eyes remained clear, with a trace of disgust.
"Does the coldness and itching make me crave something of the opposite nature, such as some hot object, to relieve the coldness and itching?"
A sarcastic smile appeared on Hancock's lips. She closed her eyes, calming herself and enduring the effects of the drug. If it were just this, it would be nothing more than a whetstone to sharpen her will. She, Hancock, wouldn't give in easily.
"If you want to be my master, wait until you are stronger than the entire Nine Snakes Island!" Hancock whispered. She did not give in as the middle-aged woman thought but was instead inspired to fight. Even if her body sank, she would keep the clarity in her heart.
Time Returns to the Present.