War Prisoner

Su Yi could not tell how much time had passed, he only felt that he was about to die from having to forcibly restrain himself from giving in to the powerful waves of pleasure. Caught in the implacable gulf between morality and sexual desire, he could only gasp for breath, and his body felt weak and unsteady. Sapped of even the ability to control his own vocalisations, the sound of his own moans rang in his ears. “Ah ah ah... en... wu wu...” Lewd sounds like these were emerging from his mouth, almost like he was speaking an obscene language, and then there was the charming cry that signalled the approaching peak of pleasure. He simply could not stand to believe it, but the one who had made that sound was none other than himself.