"You're so bad!" A coquettish laughter resounded that could cause tingling of the soul. It was accompanied by heavenly laughter of numerous women, like music to the soul. Just from their voices that were as harmonic as an orchestra led by a grand maestro, one could tell every last one of them were beauties of the ages.
"Am I? I'll show you how bad." A manly voice, proud and excited, resounded. The sound of flesh rubbing against each other and suckling of lips and other parts sounded. The man's moans alongside the womens and their playful, seductive laughter left one's imagination running wild.
In what seemed to be a palace forged from silver and gold laid on a large bed enough to accompany thirty individuals was Wei Wuyin, plowing within a bevy of beauties without restraint. The smell of their natural fragrance was intoxicating to the senses.