Marlin didn't open her eyes. She just made a small, happy sound deep in her throat and curled tighter, knees drawing up, one hand drifting back between her own thighs in sleepy instinct — feeling the mess of cum still plugging her used cunt, and relaxing with a soft, satisfied exhale as if confirming it was still there.
Cang let the door fall shut behind him. The faint red footprints he left on the stone threshold went unnoticed. He moved to the bed with the slow, deliberate ease of a man who had nowhere else to be and nothing left to prove.
He sat on the edge. The frame groaned under his weight.
His eyes moved over them — unhurried, possessive, taking inventory of every bruise and bite mark and cum-stain that documented what he'd done to them through the night and morning.
"Your patriarch is dead," he said.
The Queen went very still.
Lin Yuxi's breath caught.
Marlin's hand stopped moving between her thighs.
