Meng Tian broke the kiss, his eyes locked on Xiao Feng. "Young Master, you don't know how thankful I am. If you hadn't chosen me as your guard, I would never have savoured these sweet cherries."
He turned back to the young disciple, claiming her lips once more. His tongue delved deeper, exploring her mouth with urgency.
The disciple's cheeks flushed deeper, her hands resting tentatively on Meng Tian's broad shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open, gaze drifting to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng's smile broadened, pleased with Meng Tian's appreciation. "You're one of my most trusted guards, Meng Tian. Enjoy the fruits of our sect."
The scene unfolded with unbridled sensuality, the power dynamics between Meng Tian, Xiao Feng, and the disciples creating an intricate web of desire and loyalty.
