The tightness of her virgin pussy was an exquisite, intoxicating sensation. It was a pleasure so profound, so absolute, that it sent a jolt of pure, possessive fire through Zhang Tian's entire being. Liu Erlong was a magnificent, powerful Spirit Saint, a creature of fire and fury. But in this moment, she was his. A virgin conquest. And he would not be gentle.
Her scream, a raw, agonized sound of pain and shock, was a beautiful, triumphant symphony to his ears. He gave her no time to recover, no moment to process the monumental, life-altering event that had just occurred. He held her magnificent, voluptuous body tightly in his arms, his grip like forged steel, and he began to move.
He started thrusting, his rhythm hard, fast, and relentlessly deep.
"AHHH! Stop! Please, it hurts!" Liu Erlong cried out, her voice a choked, broken sound. Tears of pain and humiliation streamed from her fiery eyes. "You bastard! You promised… you promised no penetration!"
Zhang Tian just chuckled, a low, dark sound against her ear. "You were the one who slid down, my dear Erlong," he purred, his voice a cruel, mocking whisper. "You were the one who made the choice. And now… you will live with the consequences."
Her mind was a screaming, white-hot vortex of conflicting emotions. A part of her was filled with a deep, profound regret. 'What have I done?' her mind screamed. 'I have betrayed him. I have betrayed Xiaogang. I have given my body, my purity, to this… this monster.'
But another part of her, a darker, more primal, and infinitely more honest part, was… enjoying it. The pain of his initial, brutal entry was already beginning to fade, consumed by a rising tide of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His hard, thick dick was a magnificent presence inside her. It filled a void she had not even known she possessed.
Pa. Pa. Pa.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was a loud, obscene, and incredibly, shamefully, and thrillingly erotic rhythm in the quiet night. With every deep, powerful thrust, he was hitting a spot deep inside her, a place of exquisite, almost unbearable sensitivity. Her G-Spot.
"Ah… ah… AHHHH!" A new kind of scream was torn from her lips. It was not a scream of pain. It was a scream of pure pleasure. Her first orgasm ripped through her, a violent, convulsive wave that made her body seize in his arms, her vision a white, blissful haze.
He did not stop. He did not slow down. He continued to fuck her, his rhythm hard and relentless. And a moment later, she was climaxing again, her body a live wire of pure, unadulterated sensation.
He pulled his slick, blood-and-cum-drenched dick out of her, and she let out a soft, disappointed whimper. He then spun her around in his arms, her back now pressed against his chest. He positioned her so that she was looking directly through the open window, directly into the brightly lit office of the man she loved.
"Look at him, Erlong," Zhang Tian commanded, his voice a low, husky growl against her ear. "Look at your precious Xiaogang. Look at his pathetic, desperate face. And feel me inside you."
He entered her again, this time from behind. The second entry was smoother, her pussy now slick with her own essence, but it was just as tight, just as possessive, just as… perfect.
Liu Erlong's eyes widened with horror. She could see him. She could see Xiaogang. He was still pacing his office, his face a mask of furious, impotent rage, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman he had just verbally eviscerated was being fucked, right now, just a few feet away, by the very man who was the source of all his new hopes and all his old frustrations.
The sight, the sheer, unadulterated, and almost comically tragic irony of it all, was a new, and infinitely more profound, level of degradation. She was being defiled, her body a living, breathing testament to her own betrayal, and her lover was forced to be an unwitting, unknowing witness.
Ah Yin, who had been a silent, amused observer throughout the entire, beautiful exchange, just shook her head, a faint, pitying smile on her perfect lips. 'That fool,' she thought, her crimson eyes fixed on the pacing, agitated form of Yu Xiaogang. 'He truly has no idea. He has, with his own, pathetic, selfish words, shoved his own lover onto my Emperor's dick. And now… now he will never get her back.'
Zhang Tian continued to fuck Liu Erlong, his rhythm hard, fast, and relentlessly deep. He was a machine, a beautiful, brutal instrument of her pleasure and her pain. She climaxed twice more in that position, her screams of pleasure muffled against his shoulder, her body a trembling, boneless mess in his arms.
The seventeen minutes that followed were a blur of pure, unadulterated, and almost religiously profound hedonism. He was a master, an artist, and her body was his canvas.
Finally, he leaned in, his mouth finding her ear. "I am going to cum, Erlong," he whispered, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Inside you. And you will take every single, precious drop."
He did not wait for her answer. With a final, deep, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the academy, he came. His hot, thick seed flooded her pussy, a powerful, possessive release that branded her as his, and his alone.
He slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of her. She was a boneless, quivering mess of bliss, her mind a beautiful, blank, and blissfully empty canvas.
But he was not finished.
He gently, almost tenderly, set her on her hands and knees on the soft, cool grass. He then entered her again, from behind, in a classic, primal doggy style.
Her head bumped against the rough, wooden wall of her lover's office, the aural sensations of his grief mixing with the physical sensations of her own, new, and terrifyingly exciting pleasure.
She was… she was enjoying it. More than enjoying it. She was loving it.
"Stop… please… you're a rascal…" she whimpered, the words a pathetic, half-hearted protest that was a stark, jarring contrast to the eager, wanton way her hips were bucking back against his, meeting his every powerful thrust.
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound. He knew. He could feel her body's honest, beautiful betrayal of her own, lying words.
To prove it, he pulled his dick out of her tight, wet pussy, leaving it resting, teasingly, at her entrance.
She froze. "What… what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and a deep, underlying panic.
"You told me to stop," he said, his voice a lazy, amused drawl. "So, I stopped."
She gritted her teeth. The sudden, abrupt cessation of the overwhelming pleasure was a new, and infinitely more profound, kind of torture.
"Do you think I will forgive you, just because you stopped?" she taunted, her voice a desperate, pathetic attempt at a challenge. "You are still a rascal!"
He just smiled. "Perhaps."
She tried a different tack. "Are you… are you exhausted already?" she asked, her voice laced with a forced, mocking tone. "It is only natural, I suppose. A young boy like you… you probably have no stamina at all."
He just laughed. He reached out and grabbed her by her long, fiery ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"Stop with the pathetic little tricks, Liu Erlong," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous sound. "And beg. Like the good little slut that you are."
The words shattered the last, fragile vestiges of her pride.
She just looked at him, her fiery eyes, which had been blazing with a false, defiant anger, now filled with a deep, profound and beautifully honest need.
"Please," she whispered, her voice a choked, broken sound. "Please, Zhang Tian. Fuck me. Please."
He smiled, a slow, triumphant, and incredibly satisfied expression. "As you wish."
He began to fuck her again, and this time, there was no resistance. No protest. Her body moved with his, a perfect joyously wanton dance of shared, unadulterated pleasure.
"From now on," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble against her ear as he fucked her, "this is who you are. You are not a Vice-Dean. You are not a mercenary. You are not his lover. You are my slut. Nothing more. So, stop thinking so much. And just focus… on getting fucked."
Upon hearing Zhang Tian's final, possessive command, Liu Erlong did not respond with words. She could not. Her mind was a shattered, blissful void, her pride a distant, forgotten memory.
Her body, however, gave him his answer.
As he continued to fuck her, his rhythm hard and relentless, her magnificent, curvaceous ass began to shake, to quiver, her entire body convulsing in the throes of another intense orgasm. It was a silent, beautiful, and undeniable confirmation. She was his.
The night, however, was far from over.
This single, brutal, and exquisitely humiliating encounter outside her lover's office had been a mere appetizer. The main course was yet to come.
He pulled his slick, cum-drenched dick out of her, and she let out a soft, boneless whimper. He scooped her into his arms, her naked, trembling body a beautiful, pliant weight against his chest, and he began to walk. Ah Yin followed, a silent, amused shadow in his wake.
He carried her back to her lonely wooden cabin, a place that was no longer a sanctuary of her grief, but the stage for her new, and very different, kind of submission.
The night that followed was a long and hedonistically brutal one.
He fucked Liu Erlong twice more, his stamina a monstrous, seemingly boundless thing. He took her on her bed, on the floor, against the rough, wooden walls of her own home. She was too exhausted, too emotionally broken, to even form a coherent thought, let alone resist. Her body, a traitorous, beautiful thing, simply responded, her moans a soft, continuous symphony of pleasure and pain.
She finally fell unconscious, her mind and body pushed beyond their absolute limits, a beautiful, broken doll in his arms.
But Zhang Tian's lust was still a raging, unsated fire. He turned his attention to his true Empress, the magnificent, powerful woman who had been a silent, watchful observer to the entire, beautiful spectacle.
Ah Yin just smiled, a slow, predatory expression. She did not need to be asked. She came to him, and their own, very different kind of battle began. It was not a battle of submission, but a clash of equals. A powerful, loving, and mutually, joyously satisfying union of an Emperor and his Empress.
He fucked her until the first, pale fingers of dawn began to peek over the distant horizon, his seemingly endless passion finally, truly, sated in the deep, warm, and loving embrace of his own, magnificent woman.
The next morning, Zhang Tian and Ah Yin prepared to leave. Liu Erlong was still in a deep, unconscious sleep on her bed, a faint, blissful smile on her beautiful, tear-streaked face.
Zhang Tian looked down at her, a faint, almost pitying, expression in his eyes. He placed four small, elegant jade vials on her bedside table.
He then left a short, simple and non-negotiable note beside them.
'Two Heavenly Water Pills. Two Stormbolt Spirit Pills. A reward for your good performance. Give them to your lover. I will visit you again next week. And I will be looking forward to fucking you again. Be prepared.'
He and Ah Yin then left the academy, two silent, satisfied predators melting away with the morning mist.
Zhang Tian arrived back at their estate first, his entrance a quiet, casual thing that was a stark, jarring contrast to the wild, hedonistic night he had just experienced.
He found Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in the courtyard, their faces a mask of worried, anxious concern.
"You're back!" Ning Rongrong cried out, a wave of profound, utter relief washing over her. "We were so worried! You were gone all night!"
He just smiled, a calm, reassuring expression on his handsome face. He pulled them both into a tight, loving hug.
"I apologize for making you worry, my loves," he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "I was… busy. I was messing with our dear friend, Tang San. And I am afraid I lost track of time."
He then told them, with a great deal of relish, a carefully edited version of the night's events. He described, in vivid, gleeful detail, how he had weakened Tang San's spirit, how he had forced him to absorb the three pathetic, white Spirit Rings onto his precious Clear Sky Hammer.
The two girls' initial, worried concern was immediately replaced by a wave of beautiful glee.
They burst into a fit of delighted, happy laughter, their beautiful voices a sweet, musical symphony in the quiet, morning air. The news of Tang San's profound, and permanent, misery was a wonderful, delicious, and deeply, profoundly cathartic thing.
A few hours later, Ah Yin returned to the estate, her face a mask of polite, humble deference, her eyes holding no hint of the wild, hedonistic night she had just shared with her Emperor.
That evening, Zhang Tian went to the Imperial Palace alone. He met with Qian Renxue in the same, beautiful, moonlit pavilion by the edge of the tranquil lake.
She did not speak of their last, intense, and emotionally charged meeting. She was all business.
She told him of the hunt for Tang Hao. She told him of its failure. She described, in a low, furious voice, how her two magnificent, powerful grandfathers had been wounded, how their pride had been shattered.
"Ye Ruxue is healing them now," she concluded, her voice a low, grim sound. "But even with her Nine Heart Flowering Apple's legendary power, it will take a full week for them to recover completely."
Zhang Tian just listened, his expression one of polite, sympathetic concern. He offered his condolences. He offered his support. He was the perfect, understanding friend.
He returned to his estate late that night, his mind a quiet, contemplative chessboard.
Four days later, after the news of the two Super Douluos' injuries had been carefully, quietly suppressed, Zhang Tian made a new announcement.
He gathered his two fiancées in the living room. "My loves," he began, his voice a calm, decisive sound. "Our time of quiet, secluded training is over. It is time for the next stage of our plan."
He looked at them, and his eyes were shining with a new, ambitious light.
"It is time," he said, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face, "for us to join an academy."
He explained his reasoning. The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Grand Tournament was a year away. It was the single greatest stage in the world, a place where legends were born, and where the future leaders of the continent were forged.
"And we," he declared, his voice a low, final non-negotiable command, "are going to win it."
He told them of his target. Not the new, pathetic Shrek Academy. Not one of the five great elemental academies.
"We will join the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy," he said. "And we will not just be students. We will be joining their primary team. The Emperor Team."
He explained the strategic advantage. The Emperor Team, as the personal, hand-picked team of the Imperial Family, was the seeded team of the empire. They did not have to compete in the grueling, month-long preliminary rounds. They would go straight to the main rounds. Straight to the grand stage in Spirit City.
It was the fastest, most efficient, and most glorious path to victory. And it was the path they would take.
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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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