He chuckled. Low. Brief. The sound of a man who is genuinely amused, which was somehow worse than if he'd been cold about it.
He pulled them both back to him. Yan Shu against his chest, her heavy tits pressing flat, her nipples against his skin. Hua against his right side, her small breast compressed against his ribs.
He leaned toward Yan Shu. His mouth found her left nipple. Drew it in. Sucked.
"Mngh~..." Her body responded immediately, the Fairy Skin Art converting the suction into a full sensory event that traveled from her nipple to her spine to her clit. "Master... your mouth..."
He switched to Hua. Her small tit fit entirely in his mouth. His tongue found her nipple — the one the dead men had bitten, still bruised — and worked it gently. The contrast — gentle after brutal — produced a sound from Hua that was not moan and not sob but something between.
"Haah~... that's... different... it doesn't hurt when you..."
