"Stay calm and don't act rashly."
Gulistan cautioned while Hejin trembled with a mixture of anxiety and rage. Alas, in his current state, her words did little to affect him, and without further delay, he dived in his quarters. An unfortunate move, for the first thing he saw, was the entirety of his maids and cauldrons lying on the ground, throughout the entrance hall.
All lay with shredded clothes, legs spread wide with abundant spunk trickling from all orifices, and blissful look plastered on their faces. Hejin's eyes went bloodshot, and by the time Gulistan caught up to him, he was flying toward the origin of the ever rowdier moan.
Of course, the source of all those stabbing sounds was his bedroom, and having laid with them for centuries, how could Hejin not recognize the rowdy voices within?
"Aahh…ahhh…ahhh!
Oooh, yes…yes…yeeess!
More…more…moreee!!!"
