CHAPTER 732: *SACRIFICES!*

She had no real objections.

Not like Amelia or the others who still stick to their pride or rules.

She had chosen long ago.

From the day she decided this man might just be worthy to call husband, she let go of all restraint.

Stripped herself bare, both body and soul.

To others, like Yuriko, she was dangerous, a wicked strategist with plans buried behind her gentle smile.

But to him?

To Wang Xiao?

She never plotted.

Not once.

She let him play, let him devour, let him conquer.

Even if he ended up destroyed, it would be be his karma, not hers.

That karmic king he was destined to wrestle?

Let him face it.

She’d just be there when the dust settled.

"Mmgh? Why are you pinching them so hard...?" she murmured, her voice soft yet tinged with discomfort, shifting slightly atop him.

A breathy chuckle followed her words, but her expression twisted with a playful frown as his teeth gently clamped down on her nipple. The sting made her back arch.

As she moved, his cock slipped from her warmth, heavy, throbbing from the friction just moments before.

Without pause, her hand slid behind her, fingers tracing down her wet folds before wrapping around the thick heat. She guided him back inside with casual precision, her body sinking onto him once more.

A moan escaped her lips as she settled in, the heat of him buried deep inside her again.

Wang Xiao’s breath trembled slightly, the sensation reawakening his hunger. Aurora felt him swell inside her once more.

She smiled faintly, hips beginning a slow rhythm, subtle but purposeful. Each movement squeezed him, the tight warm flesh melting around him like snow with fire.

Their bodies slid against each other, damp skin meeting in quiet slaps, her soft gasps filling the silence in the car.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was indulgent.

Carnal worship between monsters clothed in human skin.

"Mmnngh..." Aurora bit her lip, body still moving atop him, hips swaying in slow, rhythmic waves. As their lips met, tongues tangled, wet and warm.

She broke the kiss, her eyes shimmering like frganant dew on ice. "Tell me... who’s softer, me or Ningning?"

Wang Xiao’s eyes narrowed.

Smack!

Her butt jolted with a sharp slap, the flesh jiggling like dough left too long in the sun. Aurora gasped, with pain and dissatisfaction.

"Hmph... why are you hitting me again?" she pouted, voice sweet and aggrieved, "I just want to know... so I can decide the proper sequence... when we’re both with you..."

Such a shameless lie. But said with the innocence of a snow fox in heat.

Wang Xiao didn’t answer with words. His fingers dug deep into the plush curves of her backside, then slid along the sides of her hips, squeezing with thoughtful deliberation, as if weighing her against memories.

Who was softer?

It was... difficult.

Both she and Ning Xue were carved of the same celestial beauty, yet there were subtle contrasts.

Her scent, Aurora’s, was like the air atop a frozen cliff, just as the snow begins to fall. A fragrance that didn’t exist in any known forest... as if ice had bloomed into flowers.

When he kissed her lips again, he tasted that same frganant chill.

Ning Xue, by contrast, was the breath of a divine forest, living, fluttering, warm... Her taste more innocent, a soft breeze brushing against heartstrings.

"...There’s one thing," Wang Xiao murmured, eyes glinting with a quiet heat. "One difference she still needs to catch up on."

Aurora’s hips stilled mid-motion.

"What is it?" she asked, her breath trembling. Her body remained pressed against his, hot and flushed, the tips of her breasts brushing his chest.

She waited, heart thumping, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly.

Wang Xiao leaned down, not answering. Instead, his mouth captured the soft swell of her breast, lips closing over the taut, sensitive peak. He sucked slowly, deeply.

"!?"

Aurora’s eyes widened in surprise. A sharp breath escaped her lips, but she didn’t stop him. Her back arched, as if offering more of herself.

A faint blush tinted her snowy cheeks as she felt it, warm, sweet milk trickling out, coaxed by his greedy mouth.

She had forgotten... how much he loved doing this.

To Wang Xiao, it wasn’t even a matter of preference, it was instinct. A man drinks from a woman’s breasts like he breathes, naturally.

And for him, hers were an oasis, full, pale, overflowing. Crafted not merely to tempt, but to quench his thirst.

A wellspring of pleasure...

Wang Xiao’s length twitched, stiffening with each swallow. But it wasn’t just Aurora. No, his mind betrayed him, drifting to another figure.

Ning Xue.

What would it be like to drink from her?

To bury his face in her chest, while she held him in that quiet, reserved way of hers... fingers trembling, breath shallow, arms wrapped tightly around him, not from lust, but embarrassment. She would whisper his name, afraid someone might see... yet unable to stop.

The mere thought made his cock throb painfully.

It was like a dam had broken, his desires, once held in check, now flooding through like a wild river. Just a taste, just a sip, he told himself.

And yet the more he imagined it, the more he wanted to sample all his daughters.

Each one.

Each taste.

Each reaction.

The subtle panic in their eyes as they tried to hide what he was doing... The softest moans, the tender hands on his head, the way their thighs would press together under their clothes.

He didn’t need to take them. Just drink from them.

Like a thirsty god, wandering the garden of immortals.

Aurora blinked in confusion, watching his expression grow darker, deeper, more... insatiable.

"... Move down," he suddenly said.

Aurora’s face flushed a delicate shade of rose as she slowly slid down toward his legs, her eyes now level with his length.

It throbbed, covered with her own essence, its musky scent overpowering her senses, making her nose wrinkle.

She was a clean, refined woman, ten years ago, she couldn’t have imagined doing something like this without a gag, not even under torture.

But now?

She wrapped her fingers around it.

Hiss~

A searing heat kissed her palm. It twitched like a beast, angry, wild.

He wanted it,.no, needed it, taken into her mouth, sucked as hard as she could.

She knew that.

He needed release.

And she would give it to him.