Chapter 395: Yamas Spine
Feng Feiyun woke up from his daze, overwhelmed by drowsiness. The scene ahead gradually became clearer. He could smell the sweet scent of a woman at the tip of his nose. His fingers felt warmth; they were placed on her waist.
‘I’m still alive!’ This was his first thought upon waking up before rising up.
A faint light fell on his well-sculpted chest. Well proportioned muscles ran across his arms, lower back, and chest. They were perfectly shaped, not overly large yet still gave off a powerful appearance.
The woman next to him had her pants torn off completely. Her violet hair band was ripped off so her long and thick hair draped down her soft body. It hid half of her slender neck, voluptuous breasts, and the two pink dots - making them sexier and more mysterious.
She softly held her white panty that was pulled down to her left thigh. There were strings of red running down her still-quivering legs. It looked like the painful sensation was still present.
She then propped up her body and stared at Feiyun’s eyes with her teary ones. However, she didn’t last long before lowering her head, too afraid to meet his gaze. She felt afraid of him, especially his eyes.
There was a bruise the shape of a palm on her white cheek and the corner of her lips was bloodied. She looked just a mistreated bride.
Feng Feiyun rubbed his forehead in astonishment! ‘What kind of barbaric things did I do to her, why is this heretical lord so afraid of me now?’
He calmed himself and tried to remember. First, the poisonous blood in him activated. Next, he drank a bottle of turtle’s saliva and his demonic blood from deep within was stimulated as well. Afterward, his sanity was suppressed by the demonic blood so he gave Xiangcen a beating before raping her.
He took a deep breath and stared at his chest. The Yama seal was still there so the blood was still within his body. Meanwhile, the demonic blood appeared for the second time in his veins. Of course, it was only a small strand that was awakened.
This particular strand couldn’t be suppressed like before. It subconsciously affected his decision making, especially his sexual urges. They became stronger and continued to assault his rationality.
When Feiyun saw Xiangcen sitting by the corner of the room, he felt an uncontrollable urge like a starving person wanting food; a thirsty person in the desert desiring water; a near-death person wishing to live.