Guan Yin Wants Wang Jian's Child

A satisfied smirk played on Wang Jian's lips. He had anticipated resistance, perhaps a fight, but Guan Yin's resignation surprised him. It only fueled his amusement, adding a layer of dominance to his already powerful aura.

 

He sauntered towards her, his footsteps echoing ominously in the cavern's stillness. "Good decision, General," he purred, his voice a low rumble. "Since we've reached an agreement, there's no need to delay."

 

His gaze swept over her kneeling form, lingering on the curve of her back, the cascade of black hair that spilled down like a river. "Disrobe," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

 

Guan Yin's lips pressed into a thin line. Shame, heavy and suffocating, threatened to consume her. But the memory of her unfulfilled ambition, the hope of aiding humanity, pushed it back. With a trembling hand, she reached for the clasp of her robe, slowly working it undone.