Zswoosh…
The airplane surged forward, its engines roaring as it left the Shanghai International Airport, piercing through the morning sky like a bullet.
The first-class cabin wasn't just luxury—it was a floating pleasure palace, built for indulgence, sin, and everything in between.
Instead of stiff upright seats and boring business-class isolation, the first-class section was designed like a lavish sky lounge. Plush, L-shaped reclining sofas were placed at an angle, allowing passengers to sprawl like kings.
Seats weren't just seats—they were invitations.
The kind where a man could lean back, rest his head on a woman's lap, extend his legs across another beauty's thighs, and let nature take its course.
And right now? That man was none other than one of the most powerful beings alive.
