Kurai felt compelled to raise his eyes and look at Nüwa, eager to see her expression as he dangerously approached the flower between her legs. And then he saw it: that look, that dangerous look that matched his so perfectly, as if they were made for one another.

—I will make you dirty. —He promised —I will sully you, defile you. I will corrupt you.

It was not an empty promise, as he had already dominated her, shaped her to his perverted needs. But both of them knew that they could go even further in the path of perversion.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Kurai leaned towards Nüwa's crotch, his impatient tongue already wanting to taste her, her dripping ambrosia. He started by gently, slowly licking her outer lips, playfully touching the tips of her fingers as well while he drew those delicate petals with his saliva.