The next Sect Master was Iora, a beast woman. I had seen beast girls within the Sect as the Blossoming Flowers do not discriminate on race but on gender. Males could not become disciples, and very few beast … Read more
Shen Yiren said, “I’m sleeping next door. Call me if anything comes up” and left at the end of the conversation – a clear indication she was wanted to avoid Ming Suwen.
Ming Suwen was so lost … Read more
I don’t think I can continue this conversation with Sana about males producing milk for her to drink. I mean… it’s just uncomfortable. What the heck is Sana thinking? Do people just get more degenerate naturally as they … Read more
Ming Suwen brewed a new pot of tea since the last pot had gone cold during her story. “You must also be thirsty. Have some tea.”
Shen Yiren needed a moment to zone back in. In … Read more
Sana wanted to see me do it with an older middle-aged woman. It was difficult to understand why… While the previous Sect Masters all looked youthful, a woman from another Sect without the Fate of Extreme Beauty, would … Read more
Even the man who raised Ming Feizhen never imagined him chewing so savagely or him being that tall, big-boned and muscular. Though he resembled a human on the outside, he had become a Fengpeng inside.
When … Read more
It was almost afternoon when I woke up. I wasn’t sure why I was so entranced last night, but everything Sana did was so alluring. It was as though she completely appealed to me toward being her man. … Read more
Ming Suwen dug her fingernails into her hands to wrist to counteract her fear and the venomous gas that would throw off an adult lion, determined to escort Ming Feizhen to safety before she went down.… Read more
Sana was a petite and very feminine-looking woman. She had soft features that made her long ears look even more alluring, and her soft yellow eyes only made me think about how they would compliment her green hair. … Read more
The Fengpeng was born as an eighteen metres long, twenty-seven metres wide monstrosity. Should it collide with anything, it’d be nothing short of a small mountain crashing onto the same person or object. To make matters … Read more