He managed to get one knee under himself, but his other leg refused to respond properly.
"…You…" he muttered, cold eyes locked onto Viper. "What did you… do to me?"
Viper calmly straightened her half-open robe, completely unhurried.
Thick strands of his seed still slowly leaked down her inner thighs, but she paid it no attention.
Then her cold, elegant smile had returned.
She gazed down at him with quiet disdain.
"Heh. I've dedicated centuries to perfecting this physical form. It's not just about my cultivation; it's about every aspect of my being. My skin, my fragrance, the way my internal structures contract… even the subtle toxins I can emit through intimate touch."
A faint, cold smile touched her lips.
"This body was trained to become the perfect honey trap. Men who enter me don't just enjoy themselves… they slowly lose their strength, their clarity, and eventually their lives. By the time they realize something is wrong, it's already far too late."
