The Wolf King was a demon lord during his life, sacking cities, burning, killing, and looting, with a particular fondness for beautiful women.
In his eyes, the more perfect a woman was, the more thrilling it was to destroy her.
Doing the math, he had nearly gone three hundred years without nearing the touch of a woman.
Without this thought, all was well, but once the notion arose, his body felt as if ants were crawling and biting all over, his heart unable to bear it, and things spiraled beyond control.
To him, Saintess Fesha was a very perfect woman, and though yesterday had been a joke, it unexpectedly stirred his wicked thoughts.
Regrettably, he had orders from his master not to touch Fesha, so he had to let the idea go.
However, as Fesha left, a royal princess arrived.
Although Annie's appearance and demeanor were somewhat inferior to Fesha's, she was still a pretty beauty, much to the satisfaction of the Wolf King.
