'I know very well what kind of man you are. You've been expecting this moment all this time, haven't you?' Luna's voice echoed in his head.
'Luna, from now on till the end, I don't want you to distract me,' Zaroth commanded.
He heard a sigh inside his head. 'Fine.'
The ten minutes were nearly up, so Zaroth began to undress. Once he was done, he looked at the clock.
It was 0 o'clock, so that meant they would have about nine hours.
At this moment, the door of the bathroom opened.
As Zaroth shifted his gaze, he froze.
Elysia was standing at the door, only a thin towel hiding her features. Her hair was still a little wet from the shower, as she had put it to the side.
The next moment she moved, and the towel dropped to the ground.
In that moment, Zaroth could only describe her as a statue carved by the gods themselves—a living goddess.
Her long legs and wide hips ending in a narrow waist. Her breasts that seemed as soft as a pillow.
Zaroth was stunned at the sight.
