Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 123 Castrated

Emrys‘ expression darkened at once. If there was one thing he absolutely hated, it was others slandering his sisters. He stepped forward and kicked Philip to the ground before inserting a long needle into one of the man’s acupoints.

“Ahhh! You b*stard! What did you just do to me?” Philip let out an agonized scream and exclaimed in fear.

“You’ll find out soon,” Emrys said with a sneer.

The next moment, a gush of heat rushed through Penny’s b*dy. She leaned toward Emrys but immediately retreated a few steps backward after noticing his hostile gaze.

“Get lost!”

Penny was instantly jolted back to consciousness by the daggers shooting out from the man’s eyes. However, her rationality vanished again shortly after due to the effects of the drug.

As she did not dare to provoke Emrys, she changed her target and threw herself at Philip instead while ripping off her clothes.

Suddenly, an anguished cry sliced through the air.

“Ahhh! You’re a monster…” Philip yelled while fixing his gaze on Emrys.

He finally realized what Emrys had done to him.

The man had blocked one of his acupoints such that he would feel piercing pain as long as he got

aroused.

How is that different from being castrated?

No! This is worse than being castrated. The pain of castration is only temporary, while the pain he inflicted on me is permanent!

His only solution was to distance himself from women. In fact, he could not even harbor thoughts about them.

was a torture worse than

in pain, but Penny was unwilling to let him off. It could

he suddenly felt a warm breeze next to his car. The next

“Delia!”

when he saw Cordelia ripping off her clothes. After letting out a bitter chuckle,

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Chapter 123 Castrated

destination was

swiftly requested a room. A man dressed in a suit walked

fair share of couples in the hotel, initially, he did not pay attention to the two other people. However, he

look so much

hotel lobby and asked the receptionist, “What were the names

“The man is called Emrys

Youngblood…” the man repeated with

line from a famous poet: Under the maple tree where we met. I’ll see

elegant

lying on the hotel bed, had already removed her jacket, exposing the curves

“Rys…”

in a daze

had not

needles. As such, he quickly grabbed the woman’s shoulders, preparing to channel

b*dy, she let out a soft snort

the woman was already awake and clutching the blanket

her memories and could clearly remember some important details of what happened

Emrys entering the room, her face

queen

she had embarrassed herself so badly in front of Emrys. The ice image which she had tried so hard to maintain had been