Chapter 8: The hardworking must be rewarded with the hardness.
Young Master Zhao gazed down at the alluring maid, her luxurious curves on full display, and felt a powerful stirring deep within his loins.
The ethereal grace she exuded, combined with her wanton submission, ignited a hunger that couldn't be described by even ancient sages.
"Little maid," he purred, trailing a finger down her soft, porcelain skin. "Do you truly believe I could ever forget the unparalleled pleasure your delectable body brings me?"
Grasping her chin, he tilted her head up, locking eyes with her.
"You are the truest treasure in my harem, a rare lotus blooming amidst a sea of lesser flowers. The others may vie for my affection, but you alone hold the key to my very soul,"
Leaning in, he wanted to kiss her cheery lips but there was the smell of his unholy yangness, as such, he simply kissed her jade forehead.
"I shall reward your loyalty with the ecstasy you so crave," he whispered huskily.
"Prepare yourself, my insatiable maid, for I shall soon fill you with my divine essence until you are drunk on my virility,"
"Umm," The maid was desperate for Young Master Zhao's seed, her body craving the potent essence only he could provide.
It was like an ancient mind-shattering drug, that only the forbidden alchemists could produce.
Not only was it addictive, but the yang essence would also help her increase her cultivation.