“Yi Ge—Yi Ge, quick, quick, come look! She’s positively bursting, a complete, fully bloomed flower spirit, those soft curves so ripe! Holy hell—look how lush her hair is. Damn, this is incredible!” A lewd whisper escaped, his gaze utterly depraved, his face flushed scarlet with excitement. He shifted slightly left, then right, a string of drool lingering at the corner of his mouth, like the unrestrained torrent of the Yellow River.

“Here—have some tissues. Wipe that drool off your face! God, don’t embarrass me. You’re supposed to be my subordinate, after all. Oh, this is too good, absolutely stunning!” The youth standing nearby, whose eyes were darting up and down the crack in the wooden door, fished out a packet of tissues from somewhere, sighing softly as he handed them over, his own gaze fixed nakedly on the scene inside as he murmured low.

“Gulp… Gulp!” The throat of the boy next to him seemed terribly dry. His Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he swallowed hard. He had just taken the tissue from the other boy, about to move his hand to wipe his mouth, when his eyes suddenly froze.

He didn't even move his body; the entire figure seemed locked in place.

“Hoo—hoo, this is amazing, I…” A wave of suggestive language suddenly spilled from his lips.

It turned out that these two youths, somewhere around seventeen or eighteen, were pressed against a gap in the door, their eyes glued to a peephole barely the size of a little finger. Excited breaths puffed out continuously, their bodies trembling with intense excitement. Following their line of sight inside, oh, the sight was too voluptuous—a vision of breathtaking, untamed beauty. A pair of breasts, impossibly soft