The moonlight cast long, ethereal shadows as Zhang Tian walked away from the pavilion, leaving a stunned and newly hopeful Qian Renxue in his wake. His face was a mask of calm indifference, but his mind was a whirlwind of cold, sharp calculations.
He had not taken more than twenty steps along the winding, jade-stone path when two immense, oppressive auras materialized in the darkness before him, blocking his way. She Long and Ci Xue stood there, their expressions a grim, unreadable mixture of duty and a deep, profound unease.
Zhang Tian simply stopped, his expression unchanging. He was not surprised. He had expected this.
"Is there something I can help you with, Seniors?" he asked, his voice a polite, almost lazy drawl.
She Long, the Snake Lance Douluo, took a half-step forward, his serpentine eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits. He had seen it. They had both seen it. The way their Young Miss had hugged the boy. The way the boy's hand had lingered on her waist. The way he had… kissed her nape. It was an act of profound, almost blasphemous intimacy.
"You are audacious, boy," She Long hissed, his voice a low, dangerous sound. "To lay your hands on our Young Miss in such a manner… you are courting death."
Ci Xue, the Porcupinefish Douluo, grunted in agreement, his own bulky form a silent, menacing promise of violence. "We should crush you where you stand for your insolence."
Their combined Titled Douluo pressure, a force that could have turned a lesser man into a puddle of blood and gore, washed over Zhang Tian.
He just smiled.
"And what," he asked, his voice still a calm, conversational tone, "do you think she would do to you, if you did?"
The two Titled Douluos froze.
They thought of the look on their Young Miss's face as the boy had held her. It was not a look of distress, or of coercion. It was a look of… happiness. A strange, blissful, and utterly unfamiliar expression.
They knew, with a cold, sickening certainty, that if they were to harm a single hair on this boy's head, their Young Miss's wrath would be a terrible, swift, and utterly unforgiving thing. Their duty was to protect her. But in this strange, new game, protecting her seemed to mean… protecting him.
"That is what I thought," Zhang Tian said with a soft, dismissive chuckle. He simply walked past them, the two most powerful guardians of the Spirit Hall's future ruler parting before him like the sea before a prophet.
As he disappeared into the darkness, a cold, clear voice echoed back from the pavilion.
"Uncles."
The two Titled Douluos immediately turned and bowed their heads.
Qian Renxue stood at the edge of the pavilion, her face a mask of cold, regal authority. "You will forget everything you saw tonight," she commanded, her voice a blade of ice. "And from this day forward, when I am meeting with Zhang Tian, you will not eavesdrop. You will not watch. You will wait outside the palace walls. If I have need of you, I will summon you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Young Miss," they said in unison, their voices a low, submissive rumble. They had no choice but to obey.
The full moon was a perfect, silver disc in the ink-black sky as Zhang Tian made his way back to his estate. He moved with a silent, easy grace, a shadow melting through the quiet, sleeping streets of the capital.
He arrived at his home to find the main living room still bathed in the soft, warm glow of a dozen spirit lamps. The three women of his life, his two beautiful fiancées and his secret, magnificent Empress, were waiting for him.
The moment he stepped through the door, the tense, anxious atmosphere in the room broke.
"Zhang Tian!"
Ning Rongrong was on him in an instant, her arms wrapping around his neck in a tight, desperate hug. Zhu Zhuqing was a half-step behind her, her own arms wrapping around his waist, her face buried in his chest.
"Are you alright?" Ning Rongrong asked, her voice a muffled, worried sound against his robes. "That woman… Qian Renxue… she didn't try to harm you, did she?"
He just chuckled, a low, warm sound, and hugged them both close. "I am fine," he said, his voice a soothing, reassuring murmur. "She just asked a few questions. I answered them. It seems that these meetings are indeed harmless."
He looked at them, a confident, knowing smile on his lips as he stared at Rongrong. "In fact, I believe that I do see an opportunity to do what you want, Rongrong. A way to bring her, and by extension, the Elder Hall of the Spirit Hall, completely to the side of our sect."
Ah Yin, who had been standing a respectful distance away, her face a mask of polite, subservient concern, moved forward. She carried a small tray with a single glass of cool water.
"You must be thirsty, Master," she said, her voice a soft, dutiful murmur.
She offered him the glass, and as he took it, her fingers "accidentally" brushed against his. It was a small, secret, and incredibly intimate act of possession, a silent declaration that even here, in the presence of his other wives, he was still hers. The thrill of the forbidden, of their shared secret, sent a jolt of pure, delicious excitement through her.
Ning Rongrong, her worries momentarily soothed by his confident reassurance, pulled back slightly. "That's good," she said, her voice bright with relief. She then looked at him, her expression turning to one of curious excitement. "Oh! While you were gone, we had a visitor. An unexpected one."
"Oh?" he asked, a flicker of genuine surprise in his eyes.
"It was that woman," Ning Rongrong continued. "Liu Erlong. The Vice-Dean of the Shrek Academy. She is here. She said she has come to buy the three pills you promised her. She is resting in the guest chamber right now."
Zhang Tian's surprise was a fleeting thing. He had not expected her to come so soon, a mere week after their first, tense meeting. But he was not surprised that she had found him.
'The barkeeper at The Golden Goblet,' he thought, a faint, amused smile on his lips. 'I knew she would be desperate enough to ask. I left the address with him for this very reason.'
He felt a brief, almost imperceptible flicker of concern. 'Tang Hao… was he following her again?' But he quickly dismissed the thought. He looked over at Ah Yin, who gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of her head.
'No,' his mind concluded with a calm, absolute certainty. 'If he had been anywhere near this estate, Ah Yin would have sensed him. Her Blood Silver Domain would have wrapped this entire valley in an illusion so perfect that not even a god could have found us.'
He turned his attention back to his two fiancées. "I see," he said with a nod. "I will meet with her later. For now," he added, his voice dropping to a low, intimate purr as he pulled them both close again, "I wish to spend some time with my two beautiful wives."
Zhu Zhuqing looked up at him, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her beautiful face. "That," she said, her voice a low, husky sound, "is a very good answer."
She pressed her magnificent, voluptuous body against his side, her huge, soft breasts squashing against his arm in a way that was both a comfort and a promise. She rubbed against him, a slow, deliberate, and incredibly intimate movement, her dark eyes never leaving his, a silent, beautiful challenge.
Ning Rongrong, not to be outdone, pressed herself against his other side, her own perfect, large breasts a soft, warm weight against his ribs.
"What should we do now, husband?" she asked, her voice a sweet, innocent purr that was anything but.
He just chuckled, a low, happy sound. "The moon is beautiful tonight," he said. "Let's go and watch it for a while."
They made their way to the tranquil, moonlit courtyard, a small, happy island of three in the quiet, sleeping world. Ning Rongrong settled into his lap on a large, comfortable stone bench, her head resting on his chest. Zhu Zhuqing sat beside him, her body a warm, comforting presence pressed against his side.
For a time, they just sat in a comfortable, peaceful silence, watching the full, silver moon as it made its slow, majestic journey across the star-dusted sky.
But the peace was a fragile, temporary thing.
Zhu Zhuqing, her body still humming with a deep, sated energy from their nightly passions, began to feel a familiar, naughty itch. Her hand, which had been resting on his thigh, began to move. Slowly, stealthily, her fingers crept upwards, slipping beneath the hem of his robe, her touch a feather-light caress against the warm, hard skin of his stomach.
He felt her touch, and a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. He did not stop her.
His own hand, which had been gently stroking Ning Rongrong's hair, began a secret journey of its own. It snaked around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, his fingers slipping beneath the collar of her silken top. He found what he was looking for. His hand closed over her magnificent, heavy breast, his thumb finding her hard, erect nipple with an expert's precision.
She let out a small, sharp, and quickly suppressed gasp, her body arching into his touch. He began to pinch her nipple, a gentle, rhythmic torment that sent a jolt of pure, electric pleasure straight to her core. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson in the soft moonlight.
Ah Yin, having received her silent, mental command from Zhang Tian, made her way to the guest wing of the estate. She knocked on the door of the designated chamber.
"Come in," a low, powerful voice called from within.
She entered to find Liu Erlong pacing the room like a caged tiger.
"Master Zhang Tian has returned," Ah Yin said, her voice the perfect, humble murmur of a dutiful maid. "He is… currently occupied with his wives. He asks that you wait. He will visit you in a few hours."
Liu Erlong stopped her pacing. A wave of profound, utter relief washed over her. He was back. That meant she could get the pills tonight.
'And his wives are here,' she thought, a small, treacherous part of her mind sighing in relief. 'He will not try anything… perverted with me… Since they are in the house as well. I should be safe today.'
She gave Ah Yin a curt, dismissive nod. "Very well. I will wait."
They watched the moon for a full hour and a half, a silent, beautiful trinity of shared, intimate peace. But the long, anxious day had taken its toll on the two girls. Their initial, energetic excitement had slowly faded, replaced by a deep, bone-deep weariness.
Soon, their breathing deepened, their bodies going limp in his arms. They were asleep.
He sat there for a long time, just holding them, a profound, protective love filling his heart. Finally, he looked over at the doorway of the courtyard, where a silent, crimson-clad figure was waiting.
"Ah Yin," he said softly. "They are asleep. Please, take them to their rooms."
She nodded and glided towards them, her movements a silent, graceful dance. As she approached, she deliberately, shamelessly, swayed her magnificent, curvaceous hips, her plump, rounded ass a perfect, hypnotic pendulum in the soft moonlight.
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound. As she bent to gently lift Ning Rongrong from his lap, his hand shot out and he delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her magnificent buttock.
SMACK!
The sound was a loud, obscene crack in the quiet, tranquil courtyard.
"Ahh!" she cried out, a surprised, delighted sound. She shot him a look that was a mixture of indignation and a deep, thrilling excitement.
He just grinned and fondled her ass, his fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh.
"You are a naughty, naughty maid," he growled, his voice a low, husky purr. He smacked her again.
SMACK!
"Mmmph… Master…" she moaned, her voice a breathless, happy sound. She could feel her pussy getting wet, a familiar, delicious heat spreading through her.
She gently lifted the two sleeping girls, her movements impossibly strong and steady, and carried them towards the master suite.
Zhang Tian watched her go, his eyes fixed on the magnificent, swaying sight of her ass.
He then turned, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.
He began to make his way towards the guest wing of the estate, his strides long and confident.
Liu Erlong, the woman he planned to train as his own personal slut, was waiting.
The guest chamber was a place of quiet, understated elegance, a stark contrast to the opulent grandeur of the main suite. Liu Erlong sat on the edge of the simple, comfortable bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The heavy, dark metal chains that shackled her wrists were a cold, jarring presence in the otherwise peaceful room.
She wore a conservative, high-collared grey dress, a garment chosen to project an aura of professional seriousness, of a mercenary here for a simple transaction. She wore no makeup, her fierce, natural beauty a thing of raw, untamed power. But her heart was a frantic, terrified bird, beating a wild, chaotic rhythm against the cage of her ribs.
The door opened without a sound.
Zhang Tian stepped inside, and the entire atmosphere of the room seemed to shift, to sharpen, to focus entirely on him. He closed the door behind him with a soft, final click, the sound a death knell to her hopes of a simple, painless negotiation.
An amused, almost lazy smile was on his handsome face. His blue eyes, with their faint, reddish tint, swept over her, taking in her simple dress, her tense posture, and the heavy, humiliating chains that bound her.
His gaze lingered on the chains for a moment too long, and a flicker of dark, possessive satisfaction glinted in their depths.
"Well, well," he began, his voice a low, mocking drawl that grated on her every nerve. "Look what the cat dragged in. I must admit, I didn't think you would come begging for my pills before the week was even over."
He walked slowly towards her, his movements a fluid, confident dance of a predator circling its cornered prey. "Tell me, Vice-Dean," he purred, the title a deliberate, cruel twist of the knife, "was the effect of those pills on that trash Yu Xiaogang's spirit really so… profound?"
He stopped just before her, looking down at her, his tall frame looming over her seated form. "You have come, despite knowing the price. So, I must ask. Are you prepared to pay it? Or are you going to waste my time with more pathetic, token resistance?"
Liu Erlong gritted her teeth, the sound a soft, grinding noise in the quiet room. She forced herself to swallow the torrent of furious, venomous words that rose in her throat. The situation was exactly as he had stated. She was here. She was shackled. She was desperate.
"I am here to conduct a transaction," she said, her voice a low, tight sound, each word a carefully controlled effort. "I require two of your upgraded Mystic Water Pills. The ones that can clear the impurities of a Spirit King. And one more Stormbolt Spirit Pill."
She looked up at him, a flicker of desperate, pleading hope in her fiery eyes. "And I was hoping… that we could perhaps… change the method of this transaction. I beg you to allow me to pay you in gold. Or spirit bones. Anything…"
"The pills you are asking for," Zhang Tian interrupted her, his voice a blade of cold, hard ice, "are called Heavenly Water Pills." He began to pace the room, a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands clasped behind his back. "And your request is… very specific. Very easy to understand why."
He stopped and turned to face her, a cool, analytical light in his eyes. "Two Heavenly Water Pills, and one Stormbolt. An interesting combination. It seems the Grandmaster has a plan. He wants to use the two Heavenly Water Pills on his most prized disciple, doesn't he? On Tang San, right?"
He didn't wait for her answer. He continued his cold, precise deduction. "Of course, he does. He needs to ensure his little student's quick rise in cultivation. He needs to make sure that Tang San remains the undisputed spiritual leader of your pathetic little team. So that when, or if, they ever achieve anything of note, it will be Tang San who receives all the glory. And by extension, his brilliant, all-knowing teacher will gain the renown he so desperately craves."
He let out a short, dismissive laugh. "And the Stormbolt Pill… that, of course, is for his own use. Not that I care."
He walked back to her, his expression hardening. "The price," he said, his voice a low, final, and non-negotiable command, "remains the same. Your beauty. Your body. For these three pills."
He leaned down, his face just inches from hers, his warm breath a ghosting caress against her skin. "One sexual favor. To be performed right here, right now. No penetration of your pussy with my dick. But you will do everything else I tell you to do. And you will not resist."
Liu Erlong clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "This is… this is still too much," she whispered, her voice a choked, broken sound.
He just stared at her, and the amused, playful light in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, hard, and utterly ruthless indifference.
"Then you can get out of my house," he said, his voice a flat, empty sound. "There is no deal to be made."
He straightened up and turned his back on her, walking towards the door as he planned to get Ah Yin to throw her out.
He was leaving. He was actually, truly, leaving.
A wave of pure, unadulterated panic, so intense it was a physical thing, washed over her. She thought of Xiaogang. Of the hopeful, excited light in his eyes. Of her promise to him.
She couldn't fail. She couldn't go back to him empty-handed.
"Wait!" The word was a raw, desperate cry torn from the deepest corner of her soul. "Stop! Please… stop."
He stopped, his hand on the doorknob.
"I… I'll do it," she whispered, the words a taste of ash in her mouth. "I agree."
He didn't turn immediately. He let her sit with the weight of her own surrender for a long, agonizing moment. Then, slowly, he turned on his heel.
The look on his face was one of pure, triumphant, and incredibly devious amusement. He walked back to her, a slow, predatory swagger in his step.
"Well then," he purred, his voice a low, husky sound of pure, unadulterated victory. "You should go ahead."
He sat down in a large, comfortable armchair opposite the bed, his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed on her.
"The first thing I want you to do," he commanded, his voice a low, intimate murmur that made her skin crawl, "is strip. Slowly. Seductively. I want to see every inch of the beautiful body I am about to purchase."
She just stared at him, her heart a cold, heavy stone in her chest.
"And then," he continued, his smile widening, "you will use those magnificent tits of yours, and that pretty little mouth, to make me climax. And you will swallow every single, precious drop."
She didn't move. She couldn't. Her body felt like it was carved from stone.
"Now, Liu Erlong," he said, his voice a soft, dangerous sound.
With a deep, shuddering breath, her hands, which felt like they belonged to someone else, moved to the collar of her conservative, elegant dress.
The striptease was a slow, agonizing, and deeply humiliating ordeal. Each garment she removed felt like she was peeling away a layer of her own pride, her own soul.
Her outer dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a simple, silk undergarment. Then that too was gone, pooling at her feet. She stood before him, completely naked, her magnificent, powerful, and voluptuous body exposed to his cold, appraising gaze.
"Hmm," he said, his voice a low, clinical murmur as his eyes swept over her. "Quite well-maintained. A fine specimen. Good enough for me to use."
She felt a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, but she ruthlessly suppressed it. This was the price.
"Come here," he commanded.
She walked to him, her steps stiff and jerky.
"Kneel," he said.
She knelt before him on the soft, plush rug.
"Now, my trousers," he said, gesturing with his chin.
Her trembling hands moved to the waistband of his trousers. She undid the buttons, her fingers fumbling, and then she pulled them down.
And then, she saw it.
His cock, which had been straining against the fabric, sprang free. It was magnificent. It was terrifying. It was impossibly, brutally large. It was far thicker, far longer than any she had ever seen, the swollen, purple head already slick with pre-cum.
A small, choked gasp escaped her lips. "Is… is it possible for someone's dick to be so large?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of awe and a very real, very profound fear. "It… it won't even fit in my mouth… how can I…?"
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound. "We'll start with your tits," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Take my cock in your hands. And put it between those magnificent boobs of yours."
She had never done this before. She was completely, utterly clueless. Her movements were clumsy, hesitant.
"Not like that, you fool," he snarled, his patience already wearing thin. He reached out and grabbed her by her long, fiery ponytail, yanking her head forward. "Squeeze them together! Tighter! I want to feel them. All of them."
He smacked one of her magnificent, heavy breasts, the sound a sharp, stinging crack in the quiet room.
"Ahh!" she cried out, a surprised, pained sound. He then pinched her nipple, hard, his fingers a cruel, wonderful torment.
"Move them!" he commanded. "Up and down! Like this!"
Her first moans were not of pleasure. They were sounds of pain, of shock, of pure, unadulterated rage at her own humiliation. "You bastard!" she shrieked, tears of fury and shame streaming down her face. "Ahh! Stop pulling so hard! You're hurting me!"
But then, something strange began to happen. The pain, the humiliation, the raw, physical sensation of his hard, thick cock sliding between her soft, full boobs… it began to mingle with something else.
A dark, treacherous, and incredibly powerful pleasure. Her shouts of anger began to morph, to change, to become something else entirely. They became the loud, unrestrained, and utterly embarrassing moans of a woman who was, despite herself, enjoying every second of it.
He fucked her tits until she was a quivering, moaning mess, her mind a dizzying, wonderful haze of pain and pleasure.
And then, he moved to her mouth.
Her first blowjob was a clumsy, inexperienced affair. But her very inexperience, the hesitant touch of her lips, the clumsy flick of her tongue, it was a unique thrilling sensation for him that lasted more than twenty minutes.
He was not gentle. He grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her fiery red hair, and he fucked her mouth, her throat, with a raw, primal hunger. He pushed his large, thick dick deep inside her, a deepthroat that made her gag, her eyes watering.
And then, with a low, guttural roar, he came, his hot, thick seed flooding her mouth, a powerful, possessive release.
"Swallow it all," he commanded, his voice a rough, ragged sound.
And she did.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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