XX Water Dragon Embracing the Yeouiju

Lant was quite fond of the way Hae-il's hole had been carved out to fit the shape of his cock. After all, wasn't that why he had gone as far as hiring the master of the banquet hall to ensure Hae-il walked straight into the trap? Yes, that day, the banquet hall had been a snare set specifically for Hae-il, and the hunter was that wicked dragon who had employed him. Even at this very moment, Lant felt as though he might go crazy from how lovely Hae-il's flushed nape looked. At the same time, Lant felt jealous. Jealous of the Yeouiju—the mystical orb—that Hae-il fretted over and cherished more than his own life. Thus, he decided to let Hae-il embrace that orb. In a slightly more unconventio...