C252 Can't Let Go!(2)

In that instant, he had an epiphany.

Maybe the women he fancied—Merak, Victoria, Terpsichore, and even Daphne and Solange—were nothing more than beautiful shells.

A chilling skeleton, foul-smelling organs, a brain teeming with sin and lust, all covered by skin, masquerading as devastating beauties.

But what of it? Even a beauty's excrement stinks, her thoughts can be vile