The heavy, saltwater-tinged air of Abyssal Pearl City clung to the towering white-jade walls of the City Lord's mansion. Powerful, overlapping defensive formations hummed with a low, continuous resonance, distorting the ambient light and pushing back the evening fog.
Lin Wanyue stepped through the massive primary gates, her boots clicking softly against the polished stone courtyard. She maintained a posture of absolute, aristocratic rigidity, her spine perfectly straight, her chin held at a dignified angle. Yet, beneath the layers of her pristine purple silk robes, her body was a battlefield of lingering trauma and fresh, deeply ingrained addiction. Her exceptionally thick, curvy thighs trembled with microscopic spasms with every step she took. Her womb still felt heavy, bruised, and saturated with the terrifying Stellar Demonic Yang Qi of the man who had violently conquered her only hours ago.
