During the entire process, young Roy's face burned a deep, uncontrollable crimson. These were his mother and his sister, and he loved them fiercely—but he was also a teenage youth sitting at the absolute peak of his biological libido, and the sight of their bare, shapely bodies being intimately handled in the small room was an overwhelming sensory assault. Despite his immense guilt and shame, his body reacted entirely on instinct, his shaft hardening into a furious, heavy erection beneath his trousers.
Ethan noticed the rigid bulge in the boy's pants instantly, but his amethyst eyes remained entirely neutral. He didn't say a single word, nor did he offer a mocking look. He understood the raw mechanics of a young cultivator's biology all too well. Maintaining his calm, professional focus, Ethan finished tying the final sash around Mary's waist before picking her back up into his arms.
