Humiliating Lin Yun

Zhen Qiuyue's moans filled the cave, her body arching against Wang Li as he thrust into her relentlessly. The contrast between the pleasure she was experiencing and the chaos Lin Yun was suffering created a heady atmosphere of dominance and satisfaction.

"He's barely holding on now," Wang Li muttered, his voice low and rough as his eyes flickered between the screen and Zhen Qiuyue's writhing form. His hand, still maintaining control over the formation, trembled with the dual sensations of power and lust. "Look at him... still trying, but his strength's gone. His allies won't follow him after this."

Zhen Qiuyue gasped, her nails digging into Wang Li's back as she bucked against him. "He's a fool," she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with both amusement and desire. "Always was. Arrogant, overconfident... and now everyone can see him for what he truly is."