Mu Yuze must not have any idea what kind of image he was creating right now.
With his body impaled on He Juan's cock and spine trembling, he was akin to a beautiful yet helpless bird ensnared in a cage. A dark cluster of hickeys and bite marks adorned the sweaty canvas of his back, painting a vivid contrast against his fair and milky complexion. Furthermore, when he was hanging his head limply, wet strands of hair clung to his slender neck, with droplets of sweat cascading down to trace a glistening path over his swollen gland, making it look all the more enticing and tempting.
Like a ripe fruit that would burst out juice once bitten into.
Bite me, it seemed to say. Leave your eternal mark on me.
What a sweet, obedient and good omega…
If He Juan could still stay sane after being tempted with such a mouth-watering spectacle, then he could only be a saint.
