118 The He Family -2

As the last remnants of my seed trickle down her chin to her chest and her well decorated expensive clothes, she struggles to catch her breath.

Her eyes water from the forceful expulsion, but there's no denying the sense of accomplishment etched across her features.

With a cough and a splutter, she finally manages to regain control over her gag reflex, wiping away the excess fluid with trembling hands.

Despite her discomfort, she boasts her chest high.

It's clear that she takes immense pride in having pleased me so thoroughly by her mouth.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Zhao stands frozen in shock.

His initial disgust quickly morphs into grudging respect as he acknowledges my seed in her mouth by giving me a thumbs up.

But, he quickly shook his head," T-The He family has arrived and it's not looking good," he mutters with a slightly sad face.

Boom!

Suddenly, loud voices echo through the courtyard outside.