After Komer, Lome's astonishing beauty was unleashed to its utmost, her clear eyes becoming misty and blurred in an instant, her crimson lips seemingly exhaling a dense breath of desire. Her chest, heaving unevenly, seemed to swell significantly in size.
Her neck, as white as mutton-fat jade, suddenly turned somewhat crystalline and translucent, and her whole body shook like a blossom in a storm. Her originally pale cheeks bloomed with an alluring, unhealthy flush, her breaths coming in rapid pants. The sickly allure was so provocative that Komer, having restrained himself for so long, almost couldn't resist pinning her down and ravaging her to his heart's content, indulging in the pleasures of carnal desires.
However, he couldn't ruin his noble and majestic image at this time, although he knew that this image probably couldn't be maintained much longer. But for now, as long as he could hold on, he wanted to continue to do so.
