What did it mean to be in indescribable pleasure but at the same time, feel as though you want to die? What did it mean to push through with an impossible task?
On this day, the Great Manor Head Miao learned the answer; he was completely exhausted by the two Seniors.
He had already lost track of how long they had been going at it, as Wu Ming, heavily panting and drenched in sweat as she was, rested weakly on top of his body. The madness had finally subsided. Meanwhile, Wu Zhen's fair, alluring body was already lying beside them, her face resting upon the sand with her eyes softly shut.
As for the masks they had both been wearing, they were long gone, having been taken off by Miao Yi.
His feelings were understandable. It was bad enough that he was being raped. How would he be able to stomach being raped by two women who wore masks that made them look like men? At the very least, looking at their natural female faces eased his distress somewhat.
