In the pavilion, a faint, ethereal fragrance permeated the air, refreshing the heart and soul.
The Princess Consort lay sprawled across the stone table, thinking of the Demon Head's unrestrained actions, her heart couldn't help but seethe with irritation.
The damned Demon Head, truly too wanton, without a shred of self-restraint.
However...
Hadn't she herself been plotting to kill the Demon Head for revenge all along? How did it end up like this?
Not only had the Demon Head not died, but he had also become more and more brazen, while she, time and again, had been defiled by the Demon Head, even feeling an intoxicating pleasure, difficult to extricate herself from.
"Could it be... that this Princess Consort is too foolish, deceived by this Demon Head's trickery?"
"No! Absolutely impossible!"
