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.

any man, that was a torture worse than

Penny was unwilling to let him off. It could be said that he was in the most miserable

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

“Delia!”

off her clothes. After letting out a bitter chuckle, he quickly lifted her and ran

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was Maple

A man dressed in a suit walked out as they were about to enter

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

she look

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

the registration list and replied, “The man is called Emrys Lund, and the woman is

repeated with a flicker in

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

elegant

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

“Rys…”

appeared to be in a daze as she mumbled

him as he had not

the situation had progressed, it was too late for him to use the needles. As such, he quickly grabbed the woman’s

b*dy, she let out a soft snort before

set of clothes. When he returned, the woman was already awake and clutching the blanket as she curled up

lost her memories and could clearly

the room, her face flushed

queen

ice image which she had tried so hard to maintain had