And so, with a resigned sigh and a deeply amused wife, Tian Shen found himself in bed with a fox girl on one side and a phoenix woman on the other.
Cultivation flared again, though the heat now carried a tinge of chaos.
Their breaths, once separate, now danced in rhythm.
Laughter mixed with moans, embarrassment with euphoria. It was chaotic. Sensual.
And maybe Morally questionable, MAYBE.
And it was perfect.
...
By the time moonlight replaced sunlight outside, the trio lay entangled in glowing silks and each other's warmth.
Tian Shen's arm rested around both of them—one a proud phoenix, the other a jealous little fox who now purred like a satisfied kitten.
Little Mei cuddled into his chest, tail flicking lazily.
"Mmm. So this is what they call f*cking. I like it."
"Where did you learn all this cursing?!"
Tian Shen questioned.
Feng Yin stroked the girl's soft hair with a tired smile.
"You're not allowed to monopolize him, you know."
