In the treehouse, warmth envelops like spring, thick plush carpets and velvet cushions cover the floor, and at this moment lie several alluring bodies like the most perfect creations of the Goddess scattered upon a bountiful altar.
Freya, the usually icy cold leader and dean, lies sideways a bit further from Su Li's embrace. Her dazzling golden hair, like sun-woven silk, spreads across the dark plush carpet, forming a striking visual contrast. Her wheat-colored skin shimmers with healthy radiance in the morning light, with smooth and powerful lines of her waist and back tracing down to the edge of the soft blanket, sketching out the full and firm curves of her hips. One long and strong leg casually rests on Su Li's calf, as if even in dreams she must guard her Lord.
Suna, Su Li's cousin with voluptuous sensuality, curls up like a warmth-seeking cat on Su Li's right side. Her whole body almost leans half on him, her cheek buried in his shoulder nook, emitting soft and steady snores.
