Outside the painting, as soon as Xinzi and Heaven's lips met, vast waves of Evil Qi assembled around the painting — forming a column of wretched energies that soared into the sky — announcing to every single life of the Dongli state that an incomparably sinful deed was about to take place.
But at the moment, Xinzi had no time to care for this.
Consumed by lust, the corrupt monk's hands went rogue, one coping a feel of Heaven's ass, while the other groped her breasts.
"Anh..." Feeling Xinzi's hands take liberties with her inviolable body, Heaven moaned in the monk's mouth. Her scarlet wedding dress' fabric stood in the way, yet only added to the pair's burning lust. This incarnation of Heaven's Will was different from anything that anyone had confronted before. It was full of emotions and desires — desires all aimed at milking Xinzi's cock.
