Tianmo returned to the main hall of the residence, the atmosphere quiet and still compared to the roaring chaos of the arena. Liu Ruyan was there, kneeling by the low table, carefully arranging a set of freshly washed tea leaves. She looked up as he entered, her movements pausing mid-air.
Her eyes immediately scanned him, searching for injuries. Seeing him unharmed, she let out a soft breath she hadn't realized she was holding, though her gaze quickly darted to the floor in submission.
"Welcome back, Master," she said softly, her voice like a gentle stream.
Tianmo walked past her, shedding his outer robe and tossing it onto a chair. He sat down, leaning back with a sigh. "Water."
Ruyan scrambled to her feet, moving with a fluid grace that had only improved since her breakthrough. She poured a cup of warm water from the ceramic pot and brought it to him, kneeling beside his seat to offer it.
As she leaned forward, the neckline of her dress dipped slightly, offering a glimpse of the soft, pale skin beneath. Tianmo accepted the cup, his fingers brushing against hers. He didn't pull away immediately; instead, he let his thumb linger on her wrist, feeling her pulse jump under his touch.
"You seem tense," he murmured, taking a slow sip. "Did you think I would lose?"
"No, Master," Ruyan replied quickly, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of anxiety. "I merely... worried that you might exert yourself too much."
"Oh!," Tianmo said, setting the cup down. He reached out, his hand moving to cup her cheek. Her skin was cool and soft, like polished jade. "But your concern is noted. It seems the Yin-Yang Harmony Pill is working well. Your aura is more stable."
Ruyan leaned into his touch involuntarily, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second before she remembered herself and stiffened. "Yes, Master. The medicine is... potent. It makes this servant's skin feel strange, sensitive to even the air."
"Sensitive is good," Tianmo said, his voice dropping an octave, turning teasing. "It means you are alive. It means you are ready to serve."
He trailed his fingers down her cheek, along the line of her jaw, and down to her neck. He felt her shiver, a tiny tremor that ran through her entire body. He stopped at the hollow of her throat, his index finger pressing lightly against her racing pulse.
"However," he continued, pulling his hand back, "I have no time to play with my little jade vase right now. I have a new toy to test."
Ruyan opened her eyes, a mix of disappointment and relief swirling in their depths. "A new toy, Master?"
"Something to sharpen my mind," Tianmo said cryptically. He stood up, his demeanor shifting from relaxed to focused. "Prepare a bath for me for when I return. And wear something thinner. The silk from the southern provinces."
Ruyan's face flushed a deep crimson, but she bowed her head low. "As... as you command, Master."
Tianmo didn't wait for her response. He walked into his cultivation chamber and closed the heavy stone doors, sealing himself in the darkness.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and closed his eyes, diving inward into his sea of consciousness.
Floating in the vast, dark expanse of his mind was a small, intricate pagoda. It looked ancient, crafted from a material that seemed to shift between bronze and gold, with nine stories looming high into the void of his psyche.
"System, enter Simulation Pagoda," Tianmo commanded.
[Initiating Link... Time Dilation set to 100:1. Welcome, Host.]
The darkness of his consciousness dissolved.
Tianmo opened his eyes.
He was standing on a circular platform made of obsidian, suspended in a starless void. The air was cool and sterile, smelling of ozone and metal. There was no sun, no wind, no sound except for the hum of pure raw energy.
"System," he spoke aloud, his voice echoing slightly in the vast emptiness. "If possible generate an opponent. Li Chen. Cultivation base: Peak Ninth-stage of the Foundation Establishment. Condition: Hyper Bloodlust. I want to fight the stronger version of the protagonist..."
If Possible he didn't want to fight the beasts or puppets of simulation rather he wanted to fight the protagonist i.e Li Chen for the moment. Especially a stronger version of Li Chen.
[Host, are you sure? Your martial art techniques are at the stage of early success while he has True mastery. If we were to increase his cultivation base to the peak of the foundation realm. Your chances of winning are little to none.]
Of course, Tianmo knows about it. He isn't stupid. Even at the Early Seventh stage of the Qi refining realm, Li Chen's battle power is explosive. But if he were to fight a peak Foundation realm Li Chen, he would surely die. That's not even questionable.
But Tianmo doesn't care about death in simulation. It's but a step to help him awaken the Dragon bloodline. Once the bloodline awakening value reaches 50% he will awaken bloodline suppression.
One can easily imagine that the Primordial Dragon bloodline can suppress all other bloodlines.
"Do it," Tianmo said, his voice cutting through the void with absolute certainty. "Pain setting: 150%. I don't want a spar; I want a slaughter."
[Confirming parameters. Generating Opponent: Li Chen (Variant). Cultivation: Peak Ninth Stage Foundation Establishment. State: Hyper Bloodlust. Loading...]
The air in front of him distorted, reality bending like wax under a flame. A figure materialized on the opposite end of the obsidian platform.
It was Li Chen, but not the boy Tianmo had fought in the arena. This version was taller, his muscles more defined, his aura thick and suffocating. His robes were tattered and stained with dried blood, and his eyes... Damn those terrifying Dual Pupils. They were no longer spinning. They were fixed, locked onto Tianmo with a gaze that said nothing but a painful death. He looked much more
A crimson mist seeped from his pores, coiling around him like vipers. The pressure of a Peak Foundation cultivator slammed down, heavy enough to crush a normal Early Foundation expert into paste.
Tianmo stood his ground, though the weight made his bones creak.
He didn't draw a weapon or assume a battle stance. He simply waited.
"Die."
The simulation Li Chen didn't shout loudly on top of his lungs but merely whispered the word, and then he vanished.
Void Step. True Mastery.
Tianmo's pupils constricted. He couldn't track the movement with his eyes alone.
Bang!
Pfft!
Li Chen appeared behind him and struck with a bright golden fist, tearing the muscles and shattering the bones.
Woosh!
The powerful energy swept across his veins, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood. The pain was blinding, a white-hot fire that seared through his nervous system. His ribs on his left side had shattered, the bone shards digging into his lung.
He didn't have time to gasp.
Li Chen was already moving again. The simulation didn't believe in mercy or dramatic pauses. It was a relentless machine designed to kill.
A kick, heavy as a falling mountain, connected with Tianmo's temple.
Crack!
Tianmo's vision spun violently, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of gray and red. He felt himself flying through the air, his body limp and unresponsive, before crashing into the invisible barrier of the arena wall.
Slam!
He slid down, crumpling into a heap on the obsidian floor. Blood pooled beneath him, slick and warm.
"Is this it?"
The voice was cold, devoid of humanity. Li Chen walked slowly toward him, each step echoing in the void. "Is this the extent of the Dragon's might? Pathetic."
Even tho, this was merely a projection, Li Chen has inherited all the arrogance and pride of the original. He hated geniuses born with a silver spoon and unparalleled talent. In what way, is he, Li Chen, inferior to others?
Tianmo tried to push himself up, but his arms refused to obey. His nerves were screaming, his body completely broken. The 150% pain setting was working as intended, given that, every heartbeat was a drumbeat of agony.
"It's time to end this..."
Li Chen raised his hand, golden Qi swirling around his fingers like a miniature galaxy. "Heavenly Finger: Obliteration."
He pointed his index finger at Tianmo's head. The beam of light was only inches away.
Tianmo's eyes snapped open. So, is this how it feels to die? Interesting... Despite the pain, there was a smirk playing on his lips.
Bang!
Woosh!
Tianmo's body turned into dust. Darkness swallowed him whole, cold and absolute.
[Simulation Ended. Result: Defeat.]
[Analyzing Combat Data...]
[Regenerating Body...]
The sensation of flesh knitting back together was far more nauseating than the pain of being destroyed. Tianmo gasped, his lungs filling with air that tasted of sterile ozone, as he materialized once again on the obsidian platform. He sat up, clutching his chest, his fingers trembling not from fear, but from the phantom echo of his ribs shattering.
He looked at his hands. They were pale, unblemished. No blood. No holes. But his mind remembered every excruciating detail. The 150% pain setting had seared the experience into his muscle memory.
It was a humiliating reality check. In the real world, he had crushed Li Chen because the protagonist was weak and inexperienced. But if Li Chen had been at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, or if Tianmo faced a true genius with that level of mastery, he would have been slaughtered.
[Dragon bloodline: 13% awakening. ]
Oh, 3% more awakening. Pity, if only he could fight head-on, then the percentage would soar by leaps and bounds. However, the higher the percentage increases, the harder it is to increase further.
Tianmo sat cross-legged on the obsidian floor, his breathing steady despite the phantom agony still echoing in his nerves. The regeneration had reset his physical state, but the mental imprint of the crushing defeat remained.
"System," he thought, wiping a bead of non-existent sweat from his forehead. "Let's go again, this time reduce the cultivation of Li Chen to the early fifth stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. But keep Hyper Bloodlust state."
[Confirming parameters. Generating Opponent: Li Chen (Variant). Cultivation: Early Fifth Stage Foundation Establishment Realm. State: Hyper Bloodlust. Loading...]
The air distorted again, and the crimson-mist version of Li Chen materialized. This time, the pressure was significantly lighter, though still heavy enough to make the air feel like water.
His eyes were still locked on Tianmo, but there was a hint of curiosity mixed with the murderous intent.
"Die."
Li Chen said, instantly arriving behind Tianmo. But before he could even use the mutated version of Heavenly Finger, Tianmo vanished and appeared behind Li Chen.
'Not good.'
Li Chen instantly vanished and arrived behind Tianmo once again.
With a smirk, Tianmo vanished and appeared behind Li Chen, once again.
The two of them fought for dominance in a dance of teleportation, the void crackling with energy as their auras clashed.
It was no longer a matter of power, but pure domination.
Li Chen thinking he was smart, thought of one move ahead but Tianmo thought of two moves ahead, appearing behind Li Chen and striking him.
Bang!
Tianmo's fist connected with Li Chen's kidney. It was a heavy, brutal strike, devoid of spiritual energy, relying purely on the physical density granted by his Supreme Dao Bones.
It was pure mockery.
Li Chen grunted, his body jerking forward. Such humiliation what does he mean by striking using brute force?
'Is this bastard looking down on him? Outrageous!!!'
Void Step!
Woosh!
Li Chen twisted in mid-air, phasing through Tianmo's guard like a ghost, and reappeared three meters to the left. He didn't counter-attack immediately. Instead, he spun, his leg lashing out in a roundhouse kick that cracked the sound barrier.
Tianmo didn't dodge. He raised his left arm to block.
Boom!
The impact sent a shockwave across the obsidian platform. Tianmo skidded back, his feet carving grooves into the floor. His arm hummed with a resonant vibration, the bone absorbing the kinetic energy effortlessly, but the force was still enough to make his shoulder socket throb.
"You are fast," Tianmo muttered, his eyes narrowing. "But still predictable."
Li Chen was relying on the Void Step too much. It was a crutch. In the simulation, with the Hyper Bloodlust parameter active, the AI favored aggression over tactics. It wanted to kill, not to strategize.
"Come," Tianmo beckoned, dropping his guard slightly.
Li Chen could see millions of openings with his Dual pupils.
"Truly arrogant!" Li Chen roared, his voice distorted by the crimson mist.
He vanished, and appeared before Tianmo aiming at the heart. But the closer he got, the fewer and fewer openings there were.
Sweat trickled down his brow, as he felt the fear of death. He changed his plan right away.
He didn't aim for the heart anymore. He twisted his wrist, the golden Qi shifting from a piercing point to a broad, crushing palm strike aimed directly at Tianmo's chest.
Boom!
Bangggg!!!!
The impact was deafening. The air pressure in the simulation chamber spiked, sending a ripple through the void.
Pfft!
Both Li Chen and Tianmo, coughed up blood.
Tianmo's chest heaved, the phantom pain of the impact radiating through his ribs like a spiderweb of lightning. He wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving the figure of Li Chen standing across the platform.
Li Chen was also panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The crimson mist around him churned violently, reacting to his unstable state.
What a lucky bastard. Only his right hand was destroyed, blood dripping to the floor, but his body was still intact.
"Haha... You bastard. I almost died there you know that..." Li Chen laughed, his voice a mixture of madness and admiration. He looked at his mangled right hand, the bone shards glinting white amidst the red ruin. "To think you would trade a life for a life... Are you not afraid of death?"
Tianmo stood straight, ignoring the blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. "Death is just another threshold to cross. Fear of it only slows you down."
He wiped his chin with his thumb, his golden eyes shining brightly.
Li Chen's expression twisted.
"You talk big for a man with a shattered chest," Li Chen sneered, though his voice lacked its previous conviction. He stared at his mangled right hand, the flesh knitting together slowly under the simulation's regeneration protocols, but the psychological scar remained. He had hesitated. For a split second, the fear of mutual destruction had stayed his hand, and that hesitation had nearly cost him the simulation.
Tianmo didn't bother with a verbal retort. He simply raised his left hand, the index finger glowing with that familiar, terrifying golden light.
"Heavenly Finger."
He didn't hold back. The beam of concentrated energy shot across the platform, moving faster than sound.
Li Chen's eyes spun wildly, the black and white vortexes of his Dual Pupils analyzing the trajectory. He saw the path of destruction, the inevitable end of the beam.
"Void Step!"
He twisted his body, phasing out of reality just as the beam pierced through the space where his heart had been a millisecond prior. The golden light continued, slamming into the invisible barrier of the arena wall and dissipating into sparks.
Li Chen reappeared ten meters to the right, his chest heaving. "You can't hit me as long as I maintain my distance..."
Li Chen was correct. Both of them were using the same technique, and had almost similar fighting styles with Li Chen having better mastery over techniques and Tianmo having better explosive power, due to the aura of supreme and dragon might.
If this continues, they will be fighting for days without a winner.
"System, end simulation... I will fight Li Chen after mastering the technique to great perfection." Tianmo thought, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. He had the advantage in raw power, but Li Chen's mastery over the techniques and that damnable Dual Pupils made the fight an endless stalemate. The only way to break through was to push his techniques to the next level.
[Simulation Ended. Result: Draw.]
[Regenerating Body...]
[Dragon Bloodline: 14% Awakening.]
Tianmo's body dissolved and reformed, the pain of the impact fading into a dull, phantom ache. He sat cross-legged on the obsidian platform.
***
Liu Ruyan knelt by the wooden tub, steam rising in curling wisps around her face. She wore the silk robe Tianmo had requested, a fabric so thin it was practically translucent, clinging to her curves like a second skin. The material was from the southern provinces, cool to the touch, designed to tease rather than conceal.
She tested the water temperature with her slender hand, ensuring it was perfect—not too hot to scald, but warm enough to melt away the fatigue of the day. The scent of lavender and spirit-herbs filled the room, a soothing aroma meant to calm the mind and relax the muscles.
She had prepared everything meticulously. The towels, the tea, the oils. She wanted to be perfect for him.
The door to the bathing chamber slid open.
Tianmo walked in, his movements stiff. To Ruyan's eyes, he looked unharmed, his skin pale and smooth, his robes immaculate. But she could sense the heaviness in his steps, a subtle lethargy that conveyed mental exhaustion.
She didn't ask questions. She simply bowed her head and moved to help him undress.
"Master," she murmured, her fingers deftly untying the sash of his outer robe. "The water is ready."
Tianmo didn't speak. He let her remove his robe.
He stepped into the tub, sinking into the hot water. The heat seeped into his pores, chasing away the cold chill of the void.
Ruyan knelt behind him on a small stool, picking up a wooden bucket. She scooped up the warm water and poured it over his shoulders, watching the liquid cascade down his back like a waterfall.
She picked up a bar of spirit soap, lathering it between her hands before applying it to his skin.
Her hands moved in slow, circular motions, working the soap into a rich lather. She massaged his shoulders, his back, his arms, kneading out the tension and fatigue. She avoided his more intimate areas, her touch professional and clinical, even though her heart raced at the proximity.
Tianmo closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the water and the strength of her hands ease the tightness in his muscles. The scent of the herbs filled his lungs, helping to calm his racing thoughts.
Ruyan could feel the coiled tension in his body, the way his muscles seemed to hum with restrained energy. It was a strange sensation, as if his very flesh was alive, vibrating with an inner power that had nothing to do with his cultivation base.
She focused on his left arm, her fingers working along the defined muscles. As she pressed her thumbs into the inner crease of his elbow, she felt something strange, a small, raised mark that seemed to pulse with a faint, rhythmic energy.
"Master," she said softly. "This servant feels something unusual on your arm. Is it a cultivation technique?"
Tianmo opened his eyes, a flicker of annoyance passing across his face before it smoothed into a neutral mask. "It is nothing," he said, his tone dismissive. "Just a birthmark."
Ruyan hesitated, her fingers lingering on the spot. It didn't feel like a birthmark. It felt alive, as if it were breathing, synchronizing its pulse with Tianmo's heartbeat. But she didn't argue. She wasn't here to question, only to serve.
"Yes, Master," she replied, lowering her eyes.
She continued the massage, her hands moving down to his legs. She lifted his left foot out of the water, beginning to work the soap into the skin, paying special attention to the arch and heel.
As she massaged, she noticed another mark on the sole of his foot. It was identical to the one on his arm. Small, raised, and pulsing with that same strange energy.
She didn't mention it this time. She had learned her lesson. Instead, she focused on her task, letting the silence fill the room.
Tianmo watched her from the corner of his eye, her face flushed from the steam, her movements slow and sensual. She was beautiful, he had to admit, with skin as smooth as jade and hair like ink.
Yet, there was something else, something that made his blood stir despite his exhaustion. It was the way she knelt, the way she served, the way she submitted. It was the perfect blend of grace and obedience, a delicate balance that spoke to something primal within him.
As she finished rinsing his foot, he caught her wrist. "Ruyan," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Yes, Master?"
"Look at me."
She raised her eyes, meeting his gaze. Her pupils were wide, her breath quickening slightly, but she didn't look away.
He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. "You did well today," he murmured, his thumb tracing a small circle on the inside of her wrist. "But you can do better."
Ruyan's breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine. She knew what he wanted. She could smell the desire on him, a heady, intoxicating scent that made her head spin.
"I will do better, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub.
Tianmo's eyes narrowed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I know you will. You still haven't cleaned my dick... Wash it with soap."
Ruyan's face flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't hesitate. She reached into the water, her hand finding his pride. She picked up the soap and lathered it between her hands before applying it to his shaft.
Ruyan's hands trembled slightly as they glided over the slick, heated skin of his shaft. The soap made the friction smooth, a velvety glide that contrasted sharply with the iron-hardness beneath. She could feel the pulse of his blood, the throb of life that seemed to resonate with the strange marks she had sensed earlier.
She worked diligently, her fingers tracing the thick veins that ran along the underside, from the base all the way to the sensitive crown.
She used both hands, one cupping the heavy sack beneath, the other stroking the length in a slow, rhythmic motion, ensuring every inch was cleansed.
"Is this to your satisfaction, Master?" she asked, her voice breathy and thin, her eyes fixed on the task to hide her flushed face.
Tianmo leaned back against the tub, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the sensation of her soft hands on him. "You are avoiding the head," he noted calmly. "Do not neglect it. It is the most important part."
Ruyan bit her lower lip, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She reached the tip, her thumb smearing the soap over the slit, rubbing the sensitive frenulum with a gentle, circular motion.
Tianmo let out a low, appreciative hum. "Good. Now, rinse it."
Ruyan scooped up the warm water with her hands, pouring it over his rising erection, watching the white foam slide down the length and dissipate into the water. She repeated the process until all the soap was gone, leaving him glistening and clean.
"Keep going... Make me cum. I want cum all over your beautiful face." Tianmo commanded.
Ruyan's breath hitched in her throat, a sharp, jagged intake of air that seemed to echo in the steam-filled room. The command hung in the air, heavy and absolute, settling over her like a physical weight.
She didn't hesitate. Hesitation was disobedience, and disobedience was pain. Or worse, abandonment.
She leaned closer, the water rippling around her chest as she moved. Her hands, still slick with the remnants of the soap, wrapped around his girth. The heat radiating from him was intense, burning her palms, making her own blood boil in response.
"Yes, Master," she muttered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and a dark, rising anticipation.
She began to stroke him.
Hyaakkthuuuaaa!
Her movements were slow at first, tentative, testing the waters. She used both hands, one following the other, twisting slightly as she glided up the shaft. The water provided a natural lubricant, but she added her own saliva, spitting delicately onto the head to ensure the friction was maddeningly perfect.
Up and down. Up and down.
Tianmo watched her through half-lidded eyes. The sight of her, the former heroine of this world, kneeling by the tub, her hands working diligently to pleasure him, was a potent aphrodisiac. Her wet, translucent silk clung to her breasts, outlining the hard nubs of her nipples, and her face was flushed a delicate pink.
"Faster," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against the tiled walls.
Ruyan obeyed. Her pace quickened, the sound of wet flesh slapping against water filling the room.
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
She could feel him swelling in her hands, the veins becoming more pronounced, the head turning a deep, angry red. He was like a beast waking up, dangerous and powerful.
She focused on the tip, her thumb rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves just beneath the slit, while her other hand squeezed the base, pumping rhythmically.
"Look at me," Tianmo ordered.
Ruyan raised her eyes. Her gaze was hazy, clouded with lust and submission, but she locked eyes with him. The connection was electric. She saw the cold arrogance in his golden depths, the ownership he held over her very soul. It terrified her, and it thrilled her.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Stick out your tongue."
She did as she was told, tilting her head back slightly, her pink tongue extending, waiting like a hungry chick.
Tianmo groaned, his hips bucking slightly off the seat of the tub. The sight was obscene, lewd, and utterly perfect.
"Don't stop," he warned.
Ruyan redoubled her efforts. Her hands became a blur, flying up and down his shaft, squeezing and twisting. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, the muscles in his thighs hardening under the water.
She knew he was close.
The pressure in his testicles was building, a tidal wave of Yang energy demanding release.
The Immortal Dantian was spinning wildly, refining the essence, making it denser, more potent than any mortal man's seed.
"Master," she breathed, the words slipping out unbidden, driven by the slave brand's influence on her mind. "Please, cover your slave."
With a guttural growl, Tianmo reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her wet hair, holding her head in place.
"Take it!"
Throb! Throb! Throb!
A thick, white rope of semen erupted from him, arcing through the humid air.
It landed with a wet splat across her left cheek, hot and sticky.
Ruyan flinched but didn't pull away. She kept stroking, milking him for every drop.
The second spurt was even thicker, landing on her nose and upper lip, coating her in his musky scent.
The third and fourth spurts coated her tongue and her chin, dripping down onto her chest, staining the thin silk robe.
The smell was overpowering—salty, thick, and undeniably PEAK masculine. It filled her senses, drowning out the scent of the lavender and herbs.
Soon, her entire face was covered in his semen.
Tianmo slumped back against the tub, his chest heaving. The release was intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his exhausted body, soothing the phantom pains of the simulation.
Ruyan knelt there, panting, her face a mess of his fluids. She looked like a painted doll, absolutely beautiful.
She slowly released his member, her hands trembling. She didn't wipe her face. She waited.
"Swallow what's in your mouth," Tianmo said, his voice regaining its cold composure.
Ruyan closed her mouth, her throat working as she swallowed the thick, salty liquid. She felt a warm glow spread through her stomach, the Yang energy instantly merging with her Yin, nourishing her depleted meridians.
"Show me."
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show it was clean.
"Good girl," Tianmo murmured. "Now, clean the rest. With your fingers. And feed it to yourself."
It was a degrading task, one designed to break her spirit and reshape it into something wholly his. But as Ruyan scraped the white fluid from her cheek with her finger and brought it to her lips, she didn't feel humiliation. She felt a strange sense of fulfillment. She was useful. She was wanted.
She cleaned her face meticulously, not wasting a single drop, until her skin was glistening with only the water and the flush of arousal.
"You may bathe now," Tianmo said, getting out of the tub. "Tonight... You will serve me together with another woman."
Ruyan froze, her finger still hovering near her lips, coated in a thin sheen of his essence. The words hung in the steam-filled air, heavy and suffocating.
"Together... with another woman, Master?" she repeated, her voice trembling. A cold knot of dread formed in her stomach, instantly cooling the warmth of the Yang energy she had just swallowed. "Does... does Master mean a servant from the sect? Or..."
"No," Tianmo said, stepping out of the tub. He didn't look at her as he grabbed a towel and began to dry his hair. "A guest."
He walked past her, his damp skin leaving a trail of cold air in his wake. "Do not disappoint me, Ruyan. I expect you to be accommodating."
Ruyan remained kneeling on the floor, the water dripping from her chin onto her chest. The jealousy she had fought so hard to suppress earlier roared back to life, a venomous dragon clawing at her heart.
Another woman? Tonight?
She had just pleased him. She had just swallowed his seed, let him paint her face like a canvas. Wasn't she enough? Was the Nine Yin Absolute Body not sufficient to satisfy his lust?
She stood up slowly, her legs shaky. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion. "This servant will obey."
*****