Towards the Spirity Bailiwick (2)

Outside the dwelling of a certain young lady, a man of majestic aura wielding a spear, his cautious voice sounded, "It's time miss. The elders have sent me to notify you that we may leave."

Inside the building, a lovely snow-white figure lay under a thin quilt on a soft bed. Even so, the quilt was unable to hide her extremely alluring curves.

Upon hearing the man's voice, the figure rose from the quilt.

The quilt fell, immediately revealing a body as fair as lamb fat. Her long green hair hung in front of her, covering two heart-poundingly busty mounds.

"Come in." She raised her head, only to reveal an exceedingly charming little face akin to a little pixie's, a face that would make one feel a rush of excitement.

The man carefully pushed open the door and walked in. Even though he was familiar with the female, the erotic sight on the bed caused the man's gaze to involuntarily sweep across that unreasonable to the extreme figure.