Losing Control
"Boy, you can't possibly think you can take on two cultivators," Naomi said, shaking her head. "It's better for you to come with us. The Duchess just wants to talk."
Glancing sideways at Naomi, Ryan shook his head, "I'm sorry tiny tits, but I can't do that."
Puffing out her cheeks, Naomi was about to scorch Ryan when Gregory screamed, "Is that Emily?!"
Seeing Gregory pointing, Naomi followed his finger seeing a girl lying on the bed behind Ryan.
Captivating neon green hair sprawled over a sleeping beauty's chest, which was barely covered by a robe.
Narrowing her eyes, Naomi scrutinized the body.
Green hair ✔️
Soft, smooth skin ✔️
Naïve aura ✔️
Small but perky tits ✔️
Petite but tantalizing frame ✔️
Drawing a sword from a spatial bag, Naomi aimed it at Ryan, "Lady Emily! Lady Emily, wake up! We're here on orders from your mother."