The opulent, frost-warded confines of Zhang Tian's private chamber were bathed in the soft, warm glow of noon sunlight filtering through the heavy, velvet drapes. The air inside the room was thick with the intoxicating scent of burning sandalwood and the unmistakable, heavy musk of mounting arousal.
Zhang Tian sat comfortably in a massive, high-backed chair carved from dark, polished spirit-wood. Resting intimately upon his lap, completely filling his embrace, was Zhu Wanyue.
The mature Duchess looked incredibly, devastatingly beautiful. She had meticulously dressed herself for this private audience, completely discarding the functional training gear from yesterday in favor of an outfit designed solely to inflame his darkest desires. She wore a stunning, deep crimson corset tailored from the finest, heavy velvet. It was a masterpiece of medieval-style nobility, projecting the refined, untouchable elegance of a high-ranking Duchess, yet its specific modifications betrayed her true, slutty nature.
The corset tightly cinched her already narrow waist, aggressively pushing the massive, milky-white swells of her heavy breasts upward. The cut of the neckline was dangerously low, framing her deep cleavage flawlessly while ensuring the dark pink peaks of her areolas remained just barely hidden beneath the crimson fabric. The front of the garment featured a tasteful, diamond-shaped opening that left her toned, pale midriff and the glittering silver ring of her navel piercing completely bare to the cool air of the chamber. Thick, flowing skirts of matching crimson silk cascaded down her hips, pooling around Zhang Tian's dark trousers.
She was not naked, yet the deliberate, teasing exposure of her curves made her appear infinitely more seductive than if she were entirely bare.
Zhang Tian's large, calloused hands roamed freely over her voluptuous, milf body. He did not utter a single word of praise. He simply took what he wanted. His left hand slid smoothly over her bare midriff, his thumb lazily tracing the edge of her navel piercing, flicking the silver ring back and forth. His right hand rested heavily upon her chest, his long fingers sinking deeply into the plush, overflowing flesh of her left breast. He squeezed the heavy globe with a firm, demanding pressure, kneading the velvet fabric against her skin.
Zhu Wanyue sat straddling his thighs, her wide, curvy hips grinding slowly, rhythmically against the thick, rock-hard bulge straining against the fabric of his dark trousers. Her breathing was already ragged, her chest heaving against his roaming hand.
However, her attention was currently divided. Resting in her trembling hands was a thin, polished jade slab—her personal Communication Spirit Tool.
She had a task to complete. She had promised to deliver her elder sister into his waiting jaws.
Zhu Wanyue took a deep, steadying breath, trying to clear the haze of lust clouding her mind. She tapped the glowing runes etched into the jade surface, carefully inputting the highly secure, encrypted number belonging to the Empress of the Star Luo Empire.
The jade slab hummed with faint spiritual ripples. She waited, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
A few moments later, the connection stabilized, and a regal, yet undeniably warm voice echoed from the receiver.
"Wanyue?" Zhu Leihua asked, her tone laced with genuine, profound surprise. "Is that truly you, my dear sister?"
Zhu Wanyue forced a bright, sisterly smile onto her face, projecting her voice to sound relaxed and entirely unbothered.
"It is me, Elder Sister," Zhu Wanyue replied, her voice smooth and melodic. "I hope I am not interrupting any grand imperial duties. I simply felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to hear your voice."
"You are never an interruption, Wanyue," Empress Zhu Leihua assured her quickly, the sound of shifting parchment echoing faintly in the background, indicating she was likely in her private study. "But I must admit, I am deeply surprised. Over the past few months, I dispatched several of my personal servants to the Zhu Family Dukedom Mansion, hoping to invite you to the capital for tea and conversation. Every single time, Duke Zhenhong's stewards turned them away, claiming you were locked in strict, closed-door cultivation to break a severe bottleneck. I had begun to worry about your health."
Zhu Wanyue let out a soft, dismissive sigh, leaning her head back slightly. As she did, Zhang Tian shifted his hand, slipping his fingers entirely beneath the rigid edge of her crimson corset. His rough fingertips brushed directly against her bare, overly sensitive nipple, pinching the flesh sharply.
Zhu Wanyue's breath hitched violently. She bit the inside of her cheek, drawing a tiny drop of blood to stop the filthy moan from escaping her lips.
"I... I was indeed in seclusion, Sister," Zhu Wanyue managed to say, forcing her voice to remain steady while her hips ground down harder against Zhang Tian's lap in silent desperation. "But it was not entirely for the sake of martial cultivation. I simply needed an extended period of peace. I needed to get away from the daily, suffocating routines of the estate. And, quite frankly, I needed an extended break from interacting with Zhenhong."
On the other end of the line, Zhu Leihua let out a quiet, understanding hum. As blood sisters born from the Zhu branch family, they shared an intimate understanding of the burdens placed upon women possessing the Hell Civet spirit.
"Is he causing you grief, Wanyue?" Zhu Leihua asked, her tone turning sympathetic and maternal.
"It is not grief, exactly," Zhu Wanyue continued, playing her role flawlessly while subtly, effectively badmouthing her husband to build the illusion of a neglected wife. "It is just... his vital essence is completely lacking these days, Leihua. He carries himself like a grand Duke in the court, but behind closed doors, his stamina is pathetic. He tires after a few mere moments of exertion. I found myself deeply, constantly frustrated. I locked myself away in seclusion simply to avoid his clumsy, inadequate attempts at intimacy. It was necessary for my own peace of mind."
'If my sister only knew the truth,' Zhu Wanyue thought, a surge of dirty, treacherous excitement pooling in her core. 'I am not hiding from a weak husband. I am hiding because I am not in that mansion but in my son-in-law's mansion and entirely addicted to the massive, terrifying cock of my own son-in-law. I cannot get enough of how he tears my pussy apart.'
"I understand entirely," Zhu Leihua consoled her gently, completely oblivious to the depraved reality occurring on the other side of the connection. "It is a heavy, thankless burden we bear for the sake of the family lineage. Emperor Tianxiong is strong, but the endless affairs of the state drain him completely. We must find our own sources of peace. I am just glad you have emerged safely."
"I emerged because the rumors reaching my courtyard grew too loud to ignore," Zhu Wanyue shifted the topic seamlessly, her tone turning serious. "The servants gossip endlessly. I heard that our Star Luo Empire is officially preparing to go to war against the Heaven Dou Empire. I called because I needed to know if it was true. I am worried for you."
A heavy, solemn silence stretched across the communication link for a few seconds.
"The rumors are entirely true, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua finally confirmed, her regal authority bleeding back into her voice. "The mobilization edicts have already been issued. We are gathering the royal legions as we speak. We march towards the Heaven Dou Empire soon."
Despite the grim nature of a continental war, the Empress's voice did not carry a single shred of fear or hesitation. Instead, it radiated a supreme, unshakeable confidence.
"You do not need to worry for my safety, little sister," Zhu Leihua assured her proudly. "Our chances of absolute victory have never been higher. The heavens have aligned in our favor. You have been in seclusion, so you likely do not know the monumental shifts that have occurred in the capital recently."
"What shifts?" Zhu Wanyue asked, playing the ignorant recluse.
At that moment, Zhang Tian grew bored with simply pinching her nipple. He leaned his head forward, burying his face in the deep, exposed valley of her cleavage. He opened his mouth and bit down hard on the soft, milky-white swell of her right breast, his teeth sinking into the plush flesh just above the edge of the corset.
"Hnnng!" Zhu Wanyue whimpered, unable to completely stifle the sound. She quickly covered the receiver with her hand, her entire body trembling as a fresh wave of liquid heat flooded her panties. She glared playfully down at Zhang Tian, but he merely smirked, his tongue swirling over the bite mark he had just created.
"Wanyue? Are you alright?" Zhu Leihua's concerned voice echoed from the jade slab. "You sound out of breath. Are you ill?"
Zhu Wanyue removed her hand, taking a deep, ragged breath to compose herself. She utilized the excuse she had meticulously prepared beforehand.
"I apologize, Sister," Zhu Wanyue panted slightly, making it sound like physical exertion. "I am perfectly healthy. I actually just finished running through a rigorous set of the phantom step drills before you answered the call. You know how demanding that specific footwork routine is on the body. I am still catching my breath."
"You always were the most incredibly diligent among all the Spirit Masters in our generation," Zhu Leihua praised her fondly, entirely suspecting nothing. "Even after securing the position of Duchess, you never let your physical training falter. Just do not push your body past its breaking point."
"I will be careful," Zhu Wanyue promised, her hips grinding down hard against Zhang Tian's lap as he slipped two fingers beneath the waistband of her flowing silk skirts, tracing the edge of her soaked panties. "Please, continue. What are these monumental shifts you mentioned?"
"The Clear Sky Sect has returned in full force," Zhu Leihua revealed, her voice brimming with awe. "Senior Tang Chen has arrived in the capital. The aura he commands is beyond mortal comprehension. And he did not come alone. Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao has also returned from the Sea God Island. Furthermore, they brought the supreme experts of Sea God Island with them to support our vanguard."
'So the Sea God Island really did come to the mainland and join up with the Clear Sky Sect and the Star Luo Empire,' Zhang Tian thought, listening intently to the conversation. His icy blue eyes narrowed in cold, calculating amusement.
"With such legendary figures supporting our armies, the Heaven Dou Empire stands absolutely no chance of survival," Zhu Leihua stated proudly.
"That is... incredibly reassuring to hear, Leihua," Zhu Wanyue said, her voice shaking slightly as Zhang Tian's fingers bypassed her panties entirely, slipping directly into the slick, dripping wet folds of her pussy. He thrust his fingers deep inside her, hooking upward to stroke her sensitive internal walls.
Zhu Wanyue squeezed her eyes shut, her fingernails digging painfully into the wooden armrests of the chair to keep herself anchored.
"And there is more good news," Zhu Leihua continued, eager to share her pride as a mother. "Dai Mubai and Dai Weisi have both returned to the palace. They spent the last years on the Sea God Island. I do not know the exact details of what they experienced over there, but they have returned completely transformed."
The Empress's voice took on a complex mixture of maternal pride and deep-seated, sorrowful resignation.
"They are so incredibly strong now, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua sighed. "Their spirit power fluctuations are terrifying for youths their age. They bear new scars, and their eyes hold a cold, cruel glint that was not there before. I am proud of their growth, but... their rivalry has also intensified to a terrifying degree. The mutual hatred they harbor for one another is palpable."
"The imperial succession," Zhu Wanyue murmured sympathetically, her hips unconsciously rising and falling to take Zhang Tian's fingers deeper.
"Yes," Zhu Leihua agreed bitterly. "The twisted philosophy of this Imperial Family. Only one tiger can survive to claim the throne. They are destined to fight a bloody, merciless battle to the death against their own flesh and blood. It breaks my heart, Wanyue. But... fortunately, Emperor Tianxiong has strictly forbidden any internal conflict until this impending war against the Heaven Dou Empire entirely concludes. They must direct their fangs at the enemy first."
"That buys them time, at least," Zhu Wanyue offered.
"It does," Zhu Leihua agreed. Her voice then shifted, losing its sorrow and hardening into a tone of venomous, unyielding fury. "And this war provides the perfect opportunity to correct a grave insult against our family. I know how much you must be suffering in silence, Wanyue. That arrogant, vile brat, Zhang Tian... he dared to capture your daughters. He ensnared Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, trapping them in his territory."
Zhang Tian's eyebrows rose slightly at the mention of his name.
"Do not despair, my dear sister," Zhu Leihua vowed passionately, her words ringing with righteous anger. "I swear to you that I will march into the north alongside the Emperor and personally save your daughters from his wicked grasp. I will see that monster's head separated from his shoulders for daring to touch the brides of my sons. I will bring the girls back to your side, unharmed. And we shall proceed with the ancient traditions. Zhu Zhuyun shall still marry my Weisi and take her rightful place as the Crown Princess, and Zhu Zhuqing shall marry my Mubai."
'This foolish woman,' Zhu Wanyue thought, a bubble of hysterical, dirty laughter threatening to burst from her chest. 'She wants to save my daughters from the "wicked" monster, so she can force them to marry her pathetic, weak sons? She does not realize that my daughters along with me willingly spread their legs for this monster every single night. We are all his devoted sluts, and we would rather die than return to the Star Luo Empire.'
"Thank you, Sister," Zhu Wanyue forced out, her voice dripping with fake gratitude. "Your words bring immense comfort to a worried mother's heart. I pray for your swift victory against him."
As Zhang Tian heard the Empress's passionate vow to reclaim his women and sever his head, a dark, ferocious surge of territorial lust flooded his veins. His grip on Zhu Wanyue's throat tightened slightly. He leaned forward and aggressively bit the side of her neck, sucking hard on the pale skin to leave a prominent, dark purple bruise.
Zhu Wanyue let out a sharp, breathless gasp. The aggressive, possessive pain sent her arousal skyrocketing. She loved it when he treated her roughly.
"But Leihua, you must promise me something," Zhu Wanyue pivoted the conversation, moving seamlessly into the trap she had meticulously laid out. "I am terrified for you. A continental war is chaotic. Even with the support of legends, the battlefield is unpredictable. I cannot bear the thought of losing my only sister."
"I am a Titled Douluo now, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua reassured her proudly. "And I share the Hell White Tiger Martial Spirit Fusion with the Emperor. I will be perfectly safe on the frontlines. No ordinary Spirit Master can threaten me."
"I know you are powerful," Zhu Wanyue insisted, injecting a tone of desperate, frantic pleading into her voice. "But please, listen to me. I cannot participate in this war. Zhenhong has strictly forbidden me from leaving the estate and risking my life. But I must contribute to your safety in my own way."
She paused, making her next words sound like a deeply guarded, monumental secret.
"Leihua, during my younger years, while exploring a collapsed cavern in the eastern mountain ranges, I stumbled upon a hidden, ancient ruin," Zhu Wanyue lied flawlessly, weaving a complex narrative. "Inside, I found an incredibly powerful, ancient Defensive Spirit Tool. It is an artifact of profound design. I have tested it secretly. It possesses the capability to completely absorb and nullify a direct, full-powered strike from a high-ranking Titled Douluo."
"A defensive Spirit Tool of that caliber?" Zhu Leihua asked, her voice reflecting genuine shock. "That is an invaluable national treasure, Wanyue. Why have you never mentioned this before?"
"Because I kept it entirely a secret, even from Zhenhong," Zhu Wanyue explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know how greedy the main family elders are. If they knew I possessed such a tool, they would have confiscated it immediately to protect the Duke. I kept it hidden for an emergency. And this war is that emergency. I want to hand it over to you, Leihua. You must keep it on your person at all times to preserve your life on the battlefield."
On the other end of the line, Zhu Leihua was profoundly stunned. The sheer selflessness of her younger sister's offer touched her deeply. To hide a priceless artifact for decades, only to willingly surrender it to protect her sister... it was a testament to a pure, unbreakable familial bond.
"Wanyue... I am truly touched," Zhu Leihua said softly, her voice thick with genuine emotion. "I do not know what to say. I will not stand on ceremony and refuse your gift. I will accept it with the utmost gratitude. And I promise you, in return for this life-saving treasure, I will personally scour the Imperial Treasury. I will find the most compatible, high-tier Spirit Bones available and bestow them upon you, so you can rapidly break your bottleneck and finally reach the Titled Douluo stage yourself."
"I do not want your Spirit Bones, Sister," Zhu Wanyue replied immediately, sounding mildly offended. "I am not sharing this artifact for some transactional repayment or political favor. I am giving it to you simply because I love you, and I want you to survive."
'I am giving it to you because my Son-in-Law wants to violently rape you, and I want to watch him do it,' Zhu Wanyue thought, biting her lip to suppress a filthy grin.
"However," Zhu Wanyue continued, her tone turning incredibly serious. "You must promise me one thing. You absolutely cannot tell Zhenhong, or the Emperor, or anyone else about this exchange. If Zhenhong learns that I hoarded a defensive treasure of this magnitude and gave it to the Imperial Family instead of him, he will be furious. He will punish me severely. This must remain a complete secret between you and me."
"I swear it, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua agreed without a single moment of hesitation, further moved by her sister's concern for her own safety. "Not a single soul will know of this."
"Good," Zhu Wanyue breathed a sigh of fake relief. "Then we must arrange a discrete meeting. You cannot come to the Dukedom, and I cannot travel to Imperial Palace as we might be likely monitored in these places."
"Where should we meet?"
"Seven days from now," Zhu Wanyue instructed precisely. "Travel to Ironcliff City. It is a prosperous trade hub situated a few hundred miles north of the capital. Meet me at the private tea house near the southern gates at exactly noon. Bring only two or three of your most absolutely trustworthy, tight-lipped personal guards. No massive royal processions."
"Ironcliff City..." Zhu Leihua mused, considering the logistics. "That is acceptable. I can easily travel there under the official excuse of conducting a surprise inspection on the Spirit Saints stationed at the Advanced Spirit Master Academies within the city walls. No one in the court will question my motives or guess my true purpose."
"Perfect," Zhu Wanyue smiled. "And I will create an excuse to travel there to inspect some rare medicinal herbs rumored to be up for bidding at the Grand Auction Hall in the city center. Zhenhong knows I am obsessed with finding herbs to break my bottleneck. He should let me travel there with a small escort easily without harboring any suspicion."
"Then it is settled," Zhu Leihua confirmed warmly. "I will see you in seven days, my dear sister. Take care of yourself until then."
"You as well, Leihua. Goodbye."
Zhu Wanyue tapped the glowing rune, instantly cutting off the communication link.
The moment the jade slab went dark, the sophisticated, caring facade of the noble Duchess completely shattered. She tossed the Communication Spirit Tool carelessly onto a nearby table and threw her head back.
"AHHHHH! YES!" Zhu Wanyue let out a loud, deafening moan that she had been desperately holding back for the entire duration of the call. Her chest heaved violently, her massive breasts bouncing as she finally allowed herself to pant freely.
She twisted her torso, looking up at Zhang Tian with a wild, incredibly slutty grin on her flushed face.
"It is done, Son-in-Law!" Zhu Wanyue cheered, her voice thick with raw lust and treacherous pride. "My elder sister has fallen completely into our trap! The Empress of the Star Luo Empire will be waiting for you in Ironcliff City with only a handful of guards. She belongs to you now!"
Zhang Tian looked down at the beautiful, corrupted woman on his lap. He was quite pleased with her flawless acting and her successful manipulation. She had delivered a crucial, high-value target directly into his hands with minimal effort.
"You performed your role perfectly, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian praised her, a dark, predatory fire burning in his icy blue eyes. "You sold out your own elder sister with such delightful, deceptive grace. You have earned a very thorough reward."
He didn't waste time moving to the bed. He grabbed Zhu Wanyue by her dark hair and hauled her roughly off his lap. He dragged her across the luxurious carpets of the private chamber, heading directly toward the massive, open window that overlooked the frozen, sweeping courtyards of the mansion.
The freezing, biting wind of the northern winter howled through the open frame, a stark contrast to the burning, liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
Zhang Tian forcefully shoved Zhu Wanyue forward, pressing her chest and her face flat against the freezing stone of the windowsill. He grabbed the heavy, crimson silk skirts of her elegant dress and violently hiked them up, bunching the expensive fabric around her narrow waist.
He didn't bother untying the delicate ribbons of her silk panties. He simply hooked his fingers into the fragile material and ripped them entirely away, leaving her wide, curvaceous backside and her dripping wet pussy completely exposed to the freezing air and his hungry gaze.
"No! Please, Son-in-Law!" Zhu Wanyue cried out, instantly adopting the theatrical role of the victimized, helpless noblewoman. Her voice was pitched high in fake, melodramatic panic. "What are you doing?! The servants or the guards might walk through the courtyard below! They will see your Mother-in-Law being defiled!"
"Let them look up," Zhang Tian growled, playing along with the aggressive, non-consensual rape-play that he knew excited her beyond reason. "Let the entire city see the dignified Duchess taking her daughter's husband like a common street whore."
He aligned his massive, rock-hard dick with her soaking wet entrance. He didn't offer any gentle preparation. He grabbed her wide hips with bone-crushing force and drove himself forward with a brutal, devastating plunge, burying himself to the hilt in one single motion.
SQUELCH!
"AHHHHHHH!" Zhu Wanyue screamed, a genuine wail of intense, electrifying pleasure ripping from her throat. Her back arched violently, her fingernails scratching desperately against the freezing stone windowsill.
He established a frantic, jackhammer rhythm immediately, pounding his thick cock deep into her womb with merciless, bone-rattling force. He was raping her aggressively, his thrusts lacking any semblance of romance or tenderness. He pulled almost completely out before slamming his pelvis forward with all his weight, the sharp impacts echoing loudly over the howling wind.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Please! Stop! You are tearing your Mother-in-Law apart!" Zhu Wanyue wailed, her hips unconsciously bucking backward to take him even deeper. She loved this roleplay. She loved the terrifying thrill of being bent over an open window, pretending to be forced while her body eagerly devoured his massive shaft.
'He is so incredibly strong,' Zhu Wanyue thought frantically, her mind melting under the sheer friction. 'He treats me like a piece of meat, and it feels divine. I am a dirty, treacherous whore who sold my sister, and now I am being violently punished by my Son-in-Law. I want him to break me!'
Zhang Tian reached around her waist with his large hands, slipping beneath the rigid edge of her crimson corset. He aggressively grabbed her massive, heavy breasts from behind, his fingers ruthlessly pinching and twisting her silver nipple piercings while he pounded into her from behind.
"You are so wonderfully tight for a woman your age, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian taunted her, biting the back of her neck. "Your pussy is clenching around my cock so greedily. You want me to fill you with my seed, don't you?"
"No! Yes! I mean no!" Zhu Wanyue babbled, caught perfectly in the throes of their dirty roleplay. "Do not ruin me! Ahhh! Mmmph! Fuck me harder!"
He fucked her relentlessly against the stone windowsill for nearly half an hour, the loud, wet slapping sounds of their union carrying out into the freezing air. When her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to give out beneath her, Zhang Tian did not stop.
He pulled out with a loud pop, grabbed her by the waist, and forcefully spun her around. He lifted her up, sitting her directly upon the freezing stone ledge of the open window. Her long, bare legs dangled over the sheer drop to the courtyard below.
He stepped between her thighs, pulling the front of her crimson corset entirely down, completely freeing her massive, milky-white breasts to the biting cold. Her dark pink nipples hardened instantly into stiff peaks.
"You cannot do this to me! I am your Mother-in-Law!" Zhu Wanyue sobbed melodramatically, her arms wrapping around his neck for support as she stared down at the dizzying drop.
"You are nothing but a sleeve for my cock," Zhang Tian replied coldly.
He grabbed her hips and plunged back into her dripping wet passage, driving upward with devastating force. He leaned forward, burying his face in her massive breasts. He attacked her stiff nipples with his mouth, biting, sucking, and licking the sensitive flesh while he pounded her cervix continuously.
"AHHHHH! YES! RAPE ME! RAPE YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW!" Zhu Wanyue finally broke character, completely unable to sustain the fake protests as the sensory overload shattered her mind. She ground her soaking wet pussy hard against his plunging shaft, her heels digging into his lower back.
He fucked her aggressively on the window ledge for another solid hour. He utilized his limitless stamina to completely ravage her milf body, bringing her to multiple, shattering climaxes that left her entire form quivering and weeping in his arms.
Finally, as he felt his own release rapidly approaching, he gripped her curvy hips with bruising force, pulling her flush against his groin. With a guttural roar, he drove his cock as deep into her womb as physically possible. He unloaded a massive, scalding torrent of his thick white seed directly against her cervix, filling her tight passage to the absolute brim.
Zhu Wanyue wailed in pure ecstasy, her inner walls milking his shaft frantically as she felt the hot, sticky fluid flooding her womb. She collapsed against his broad chest, her breathing ragged, her beautiful face flushed a deep crimson.
Zhang Tian pulled out slowly, a thick string of cum connecting them for a brief moment. He looked down at the devastated, thoroughly satisfied woman resting in his arms. He had enjoyed her treacherous, voluptuous body to his heart's content, and in doing so, he had effortlessly secured the Empress of the Star Luo Empire for his impending continental conquest.
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