That night, a peak-stage Star Connecting Saint from house Serkar arrived to deliver Helbin's adoption bill and bestow the Serkar surname upon her. But never did he expect that throughout hours of patient waiting, only Helbin's throaty moans would echo within his ears.
"How many are there inside?"
The low-ranking Infernal Protector couldn't help but ask. Although the Serkars were a dual cultivator household, never did he hear of such a "thundering" consummation night. It was as if Helbin was abandoning herself to the devil's yoke while beseeching him for rougher oppression.
Were it not for the *pah* *pah* and squelching sounds booming alongside the groans, that protector would not have been able to restrain himself, and dived in to make sure the young lady wasn't being tortured on a wooden horse or in a brazen bull.
Fortunately, those sounds were there to remind him that this…was nothing more than one h.e.l.l of a barbaric mating session.
"For the sake of all that is unholy, how many people are inside?! Could you guys not understand proper limitations and allow the young lady to indulge in more than she could bear? If she suffers some irreversible damage, how are you going to answer to the eldest lord?!"
The old Serkar protector snapped, unable to endure this further. Hearing this, the guards released helpless, simultaneously sighs.
"Only one. There is only one man inside."
The guard captain replied with his head lowered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The protector didn't lie, the things he heard this night had reached a frightening level, and he truly feared Helbin would not come out the same.
And thinking of how he didn't put up much resistance before, regret welled up within his chest. Never should he have allowed her to get her way! Alas, beneath the heavens and above the earth, regret was the most helpless creature.
The third hour ended, and with it, so did Helbin's squeals. A sudden, deathly silence descended upon the night, startling the guards and protector who stood before the consummation chamber's door.
"Is it finally over?"
They all wondered. And as if to answer them, the door opened, revealing the silhouette of a sweaty, half-naked youth with back-length jade-colored hairs, and bright golden eyes. The guards' eyes looked past him to lock on Helbin, who laid on the bed with her eyes rolled back, her legs spread, and c.u.m dripping from her c.u.n.t, lips, and rear while a silly smile curved her lips.
Faced with such a startling scene, their eyes widened in disbelief. But when recalling all that occurred beforehand, they felt this result…natural.
Still, knowing was one thing, but accepting, another.
