Silla's Busting Advanture

  Rudy couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Two of his fellow Admirals—Froy and Lucas—had fallen, both crushed by the women they thought they could dominate. Now, it was just him. He was the last remaining Admiral, the only one standing between Silla and the destruction of the Phallus Statue. Silla stood confidently before him, her lips curled into a mocking smirk. She stopped right in front of the statue, the imposing symbol of the island’s male dominance. Her eyes gleamed as she looked up at it, as if savoring the moment before she would bring it crashing down. “Seems like my friends did a great job, Admiral Maybank,” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Rudy gritted his teeth, the weight of his comrades' defeat heavy on his shoulders. He couldn’t let her win, not here, not now. Not in front of the Phallus Statue, the very symbol of their power. Silla chuckled as she toyed with the mace she had taken. “What do you think Gabriel would do if you let me ruin ...