He pulled his large, thick dick out of her mouth. It was slick, drenched with her saliva and the faint, salty taste of his own release. He stood over her, a magnificent, naked conqueror, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his climax.
Liu Erlong remained kneeling on the soft rug, her body trembling, her fiery red hair a wild, beautiful mess around her face. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, a single, silent tear of pure, unadulterated humiliation tracing a slow path down her cheek. She was holding back the sobs that threatened to rack her body, her pride the last, fragile shield against the overwhelming tide of her own degradation.
He looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful, and so obviously broken woman at his feet, and for a moment, a flicker of something, a hint of a cold, academic pity, touched his eyes.
"Don't hate me, Liu Erlong," he said, his voice a low, almost gentle sound that was somehow more cruel than any shout. He reached down and gently, almost tenderly, wiped the tear from her cheek with his thumb.
He then smiled, a slow, cold, and utterly merciless expression. "Or do. It does not matter to me. This was a fair deal. A transaction. You have paid the price."
He walked over to the table where he had left the jade vial. He picked it up and, without a word, he tossed it onto the floor in front of her. The three small, priceless pills, the objects for which she had just sold a piece of her own soul, scattered on the plush rug like common pebbles.
The act, so casual, so dismissive, was the final, devastating blow. A small, choked sob, a sound she could not suppress, escaped her lips.
She looked at the pills, at the small, dark blue promises that lay there on the floor. She thought of Xiaogang. Of the hopeful, excited light in his eyes.
With a deep, shuddering breath, she forced her trembling body to move. She crawled forward on her hands and knees and, with fingers that felt like they belonged to someone else, she picked up the three pills, one by one.
She then moved to the pile of discarded clothing, the conservative, elegant dress that was now a symbol of her own foolish, naive pride. She began to dress, her movements stiff and jerky.
Zhang Tian just stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and he watched. He watched her pull on her undergarments, her hands trembling so badly she could barely fasten the clasps. He watched her pull on the grey dress, the fabric a dull, lifeless shroud over her magnificent, vibrant body. He watched her put on her boots, her face a mask of stone.
When she was finally, completely dressed, a pale, beautiful statue of cold, hard rage and a deep, profound self-loathing, he finally spoke.
"You may leave," he said, his voice a simple, dismissive command.
She turned to him, her fiery eyes blazing with a pure, silent hatred.
"And next time," he added, his voice a low, promising murmur, "you do not need to come here. I find this estate… a little too peaceful for our kind of… negotiations."
He smiled, a slow, predatory expression. "I will come to you. At the Shrek Academy. Don't worry," he added, a cruel, mocking reassurance in his voice, "no one will see me. Not your precious Xiaogang. Not that Dean Flender. I will come next week and appear in front of you when I feel is the right time."
He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper that made her skin crawl. "So, if you wish to purchase more of my pills next week, you had better be a good girl and be waiting for me. Wear the chains. Early in the morning till the noon time and after that you can remove these chains and store them in your Spirit Tool. If you don't do that…then perhaps… I will go and find your lover instead. And I will have a little… chat with him. About our new, very special arrangement."
Liu Erlong just stared at him, her body trembling with a rage so profound, so absolute, that she could not even speak. If looks could kill, he would have been a pile of smoldering ash on the floor.
She turned, without another word, and stormed out of the guest chamber, her back ramrod straight, her posture a last, fragile bastion of her shattered pride.
She walked for what felt like an eternity, her steps heavy on the silent, moonlit paths of the estate. She did not stop until she was a full ten miles away, deep in the dark, silent woods that bordered the city.
And then, with a soft, metallic click, the heavy, spirit-suppressing chains on her wrists fell away.
The full, immense, and raging power of a Level 79 Spirit Saint flooded back into her body. She let out a raw, guttural, and utterly, completely, and heartbreakingly agonized scream, a sound that was not human, but the raw, wounded cry of a dragon. She unleashed a torrent of pure, untamed fire from her hands, incinerating a small grove of ancient trees in a single, explosive instant.
And then, a dark, fiery shadow, she shot into the night sky, her destination the one place in the world that she both loved and hated with every fiber of her being.
She had a delivery to make.
Zhang Tian stood in the now-empty guest chamber, a slow, satisfied smile on his handsome face. The encounter had been… fruitful. Entertaining.
But it had not been… satisfying.
The act of dominating Liu Erlong had been a cold, clinical exercise in power and humiliation. It had sated his pride, his intellect. But it had not sated the deeper, more primal hunger that now coiled in his gut.
He was still hard. He was still horny.
And he knew, with a deep, instinctual certainty, that his two fiancées, after their long, grueling day in the arena, were still sound asleep.
A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
He left the guest chamber and made his way to the tranquil, moonlit garden.
He found her there, a silent, beautiful silhouette in the soft, silvery light of the full moon. Ah Yin stood in the center of the vast, manicured lawn, her hands outstretched, a soft, crimson glow emanating from her palms.
She was tending to her subjects. The thousands of blades of Blood Silver Grass that now made up the gardens of the estate were swaying gently, not in a breeze, but in a slow, rhythmic dance, their crimson leaves pulsing in time with the beat of her own, powerful heart.
He moved with a silent, predatory grace, his footsteps making no sound on the soft, living grass. He came up behind her, and she did not turn. She knew he was there. She had known the moment he had stepped into her domain.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her back against his hard, powerful body. He pressed his already-turgid dick against the soft, magnificent curve of her buttocks.
"I am feeling very, very horny right now," he growled, his voice a low, husky rumble against her ear. "I want you. Right here. Right now."
A brilliant, crimson blush flooded her cheeks, and a soft, happy giggle escaped her lips. "Master," she purred, her voice a low, teasing sound as she leaned back into him, deliberately, shamelessly, grinding her magnificent ass against his erection. "Here? In the open? What if your two little wives were to wake up and see us?"
"They won't," he said, his voice a low, confident murmur. He raised a hand, and a single, crimson vine of his Blood Silver Emperor spirit shot from his palm. It touched the ground, and a wave of pure, potent spirit power spread outwards.
The thousands of blades of grass in the garden began to grow, to writhe, to weave themselves together with an impossible, breathtaking speed. They formed a massive, translucent dome over the two of them, a beautiful, living cocoon of crimson and shadows. From the outside, it was a perfect, seamless illusion, a simple, unremarkable patch of moonlit lawn. But from the inside… they were in their own private, magical world.
He didn't wait. His hands moved up her body, a brazen, possessive exploration. He cupped her magnificent, heavy breasts, his thumbs finding her hard, erect nipples through the thin fabric of her maid's uniform.
His touch was not gentle. It was aggressive. Demanding. He squeezed, he kneaded, and then, with a low, guttural growl, he simply tore the front of her dress open, the sound a sharp, satisfying rip in the quiet, moonlit garden.
Her magnificent breasts sprang free, their pale, perfect globes a breathtaking sight in the silvery light.
The act, so raw, so primal, so possessive, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated excitement through her. She was not a submissive, frightened girl. She was an Empress. And she met his aggression with her own.
She spun around in his arms, her crimson eyes blazing with a fierce, loving fire. "You think you're the only one who can be rough, my Emperor?" she purred, her voice a low, dangerous sound.
Her own hands went to his robes, and she tore them from his body with a strength that would have shocked any other man. In a matter of seconds, they were both naked, two beautiful, powerful, and utterly, completely, and gloriously uninhibited creatures in their own private, moonlit paradise.
She launched herself at him, her mouth finding his in a searing, passionate kiss. It was not a gentle, loving caress. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance that was as raw and as primal as the act that was to come.
He just laughed, a deep, happy sound, and lifted her into his arms. He grabbed her magnificent body and, with a single, powerful thrust, he slid his large, erect dick deep inside her wet, waiting pussy.
She let out a sharp, ecstatic gasp, her head snapping back as he filled her completely.
He began to fuck her, his rhythm hard, fast, and relentlessly rough. His hands were a wonderful, delightful torment on her magnificent, heavy breasts, his mouth a hungry, possessive thing that bit and suckled and kissed. The silent, tranquil garden was now filled with the slick, wet sound of their bodies slapping together, and with the loud, unrestrained, and joyously beautiful moans of an Empress.
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As usual, their night of wild, unrestrained passion lasted until the first, pale fingers of dawn began to peek over the distant horizon. The moonlit garden, which had been their private, magical sanctuary, was now a beautiful, chaotic mess. The crimson grass was flattened in places, a testament to their frantic, hedonistic dance.
Zhang Tian, his body finally, truly, sated, looked down at the magnificent woman in his arms. Ah Yin was completely, utterly spent. Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her crimson hair was a wild, tangled halo around her head. She was a beautiful canvas of their lovemaking, painted with his seed and the faint, red marks of his possessive love bites.
He gently, carefully, lifted her into his arms. She was a boneless, pliant weight, her head lolling against his shoulder, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips. He carried her from the garden, through the quiet, sleeping mansion, and to her own, secluded chambers. He laid her gently on the blood-red silk sheets, her body a perfect, beautiful contrast to the dark, rich fabric.
He pulled a light blanket over her and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Rest well, my Empress," he whispered.
She just let out a soft, sleepy murmur in response.
He returned to his own master suite, a silent ghost in the pre-dawn light, and slipped into the massive bed between his two sleeping, beautiful fiancées. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close, and finally, truly, allowed himself to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Two days later, in the highest, most sacred sanctum of the Spirit Hall, the Elder Hall in Spirit City, Qian Renxue's message arrived. It was delivered via a secret, high-speed spiritual transmission, a privilege reserved for only the most urgent, most important matters of the Hall.
The message, written in her own, elegant hand, was a thing of cold, hard, and beautifully controlled fury.
'Grandfather,' it began, 'I have located him. That Tang Hao is hiding near Heaven Dou City. His power is immense, likely at the ninety-fifth or ninety-sixth rank. I require the absolute power of the Elder Hall to ensure his demise. I request your presence, or that of Second Grandfather Golden Crocodile, to lead the hunt. We must have our vengeance.'
The message was received. And a response was sent.
Two days after that, two figures descended from the heavens and landed, without a sound, in the private, central courtyard of the Crown Prince's palace. Their arrival was so silent, so subtle, that not a single guard, not a single servant, was aware of their presence.
But Qian Renxue was.
She was waiting for them. She stood in the center of the courtyard, in her true, beautiful female form, her face a mask of affection.
The two men who stood before her were legends. Living myths. Two of the most powerful, and most feared, individuals in the entire world.
The first was a tall, impossibly handsome middle-aged man. He had short, azure-blue hair that seemed to shift and flow like the wind itself, and his eyes were the same deep, endless blue of the midday sky. He wore a simple set of blue and white robes, but his presence was so vast, so profound, that it seemed to make the very air around him feel thin, as if they were standing on the peak of the world's tallest mountain. He was the Third Worship of the Elder Hall, the Azure Luan Douluo.
The second man was his complete opposite. He was an old man, his hair and beard a wild, magnificent mane of pure, snow-white. He was built like a mountain, his massive, powerful frame radiating a raw, untamed, and incredibly overbearing aura of pure, unadulterated power. His eyes were a fiery, golden-brown, and they were shining with a boisterous, happy light. He was the Fourth Worship, the Mighty Lion Douluo.
"Xue'er!" the old man roared, his voice a happy, booming sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace. He strode forward and pulled her into a massive, bone-crushing hug. "Hahaha! This old man has missed you! It has been too long!"
"I have missed you too, Grandpa Lion," Qian Renxue said, her voice a soft, happy murmur against his broad chest.
The Azure Luan Douluo just smiled, a calm, gentle expression that seemed to soften his impossibly handsome features. "It is good to see you well, Xue'er," he said, his voice a low, smooth sound, like the rustling of wind through the leaves of an ancient tree.
She pulled back from the Mighty Lion Douluo's embrace and offered a deep, respectful bow to both of them. "Thank you for coming, Grandpa Luan, Grandpa Lion. I know you are both very busy."
"Nonsense!" the Mighty Lion Douluo boomed, his hand clapping her affectionately on the shoulder. "We will always have time for our favorite little granddaughter! Now, what's this I hear? Did you really find that little rat Tang Hao? Good! Excellent! We'll grind his bones to dust for what he did to Little Xunji!"
The name, 'Little Xunji', was spoken with a fond, almost paternal affection. To these men, who were both well over a century old, her father, the former Supreme Pontiff, had been just that. A little boy they had watched grow up.
"Your grandfather is currently in secluded meditation and could not be disturbed," the Azure Luan Douluo explained, his voice a calm, even sound. "And the Second Enshrinement is attending to a matter for his own bloodline. The Golden Crocodile Clan has been facing some… difficulties. So, we came instead. We hope you are not too disappointed."
"Of course not," Qian Renxue said, her voice filled with a genuine, heartfelt warmth. "Your presence is more than enough."
She led them into a private, comfortable sitting room, where tea and refreshments were already waiting. As they settled in, her two guardians, She Long and Ci Xue, appeared in the doorway. They immediately fell to their knees, their heads bowed in a gesture of profound, absolute respect.
"Third Worship. Fourth Worship," they said in unison, their voices filled with a deep, reverent awe.
The Mighty Lion Douluo just waved a dismissive hand. "Get up, get up. No need for such formalities."
Qian Renxue then turned her attention back to her two grandfathers, her expression turning serious.
"It is true," she said, her voice a low, cold sound. "I have found him. I know his approximate location."
She explained everything. She told them of the new Shrek Academy, the institution that had once been the Blue Tyrant Academy, a place started by a former member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"He is hiding near there," she concluded, her voice a firm, unwavering statement of fact. "Protecting his son."
The two Super Douluos listened, their expressions unreadable. They did not question her. They did not ask how she knew. They simply trusted her.
'She has grown so much,' the Azure Luan Douluo thought, a flicker of proud, grandfatherly affection in his calm, blue eyes. 'Her intelligence, her confidence… she is a true heir to the Spirit Hall.'
'Even if this is a wild goose chase,' the Mighty Lion Douluo mused to himself, a happy, boisterous grin on his face, 'a few days spent with our precious Xue'er is a worthy trip indeed! And if we do find that little rat… a good fight will be a fine way to stretch these old bones!'
"Then what are we waiting for?" the Mighty Lion Douluo roared, slamming his massive fist on the table, making the delicate porcelain teacups rattle. "Let's go! Let's go and turn that bastard into a bloody paste!"
Qian Renxue stood, her own eyes blazing with a cold, vengeful fire. "We leave now," she commanded.
A moment later, five figures shot into the sky above the Imperial Palace, their movements so fast, so subtle, that they were a mere flicker of light against the afternoon sun.
She Long and Ci Xue flew behind, their auras a silent, powerful promise of violence. The two Super Douluos flanked her, a pair of powerful guards, one a storm of overbearing, fiery power, the other a silent, vast ocean of wind.
And at their head, leading the way, was Qian Renxue.
Her six, magnificent, angelic wings were unfurled, a breathtaking, beautiful, and utterly, completely, and terrifyingly deadly sight. She was a beautiful, avenging angel, at the head of a hunting party of gods, and she was coming for the man who had taken her father from her.
She was coming for Tang Hao.
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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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