Jin Guangshan didn’t know what was happening. He thought he’d known—he’d asked the bastard to arrange for a night of entertainment because Madam Jin was getting on his nerves again and little A-Ling was being even crankier than usual. There’s only so much a sect leader could take and he’d reached his limit.
There had been nothing special about the location the bastard had rented, it was the villa he’d used countless times before. There had been nothing special about the number of women or the wine served. Business as usual. And yet…
Jin Guangshan shivered as a tremor ran through him. He tried to sit up but couldn’t. He was restrained but he had no clue when he’d been tied up. He tried to yank his hands free but his movements were ungainly and flailing, his limbs feeling both heavy and strangely weightless at the same time.
”What—” he slurred through a dry throat.
The colorful see-through silk drapes danced in the air, throwing writhing shadows on the walls. For a split moment, Jin Guangshan thought he could see golden robes before they turned violet and blue and red, and then the apparition was gone.
He managed to croak the bastard’s name halfway out of his mouth before it was sucked back in again as he gasped when something hot and wet wrapped around his cock. He trembled and convulsed and climaxed but the heat didn’t let up and he drifted and climaxed and panted and cried out and shook and climaxed and thought he could see gold and black gauze and a cruel smile before the haze took over once more.
The last thing he heard before succumbing to darkness was,
”Well, Father, do you like the gift I’ve given you?”