He, the president of a group, was inexplicably drawn into another time and space.
He, the leader of the Spirit Clan and the legendary fairy grass, has been following a person step by step.
He, the proud son of God, was curious about others for the first time in his life, and his eyes always followed that person's figure unconsciously.
He, the king of the demon clan, had never failed to get what he wanted over again, but he was the only one who made him feel frustrated again and again.
So they imprisoned him beside them and ravaged him repeatedly, watching him gradually become infected with their own aura, and watching his forbearing face become infected with desire.
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