"You… look at you now. I just can't," Wu Han's laugh cracked the silence as he stared down at the ruin sprawled on the sheets.
Not the Madam of the Wu Clan. Just Haoyu now.
A slut dripping with his seed. He couldn't even picture her as anyone's wife anymore.
"Y-You…" Haoyu tried to speak, but her voice came out as a moan, full of ecstasy.
His cum slid in thick trails from her abused pussy, her breasts marked with bites and bruises, every inch of her flesh rewritten by him.
Not a trace of her husband's touch remained. Even her womb felt full, surely pregnant already.
Shame burned in her cheeks, but the heat between her thighs only grew hotter.
Her heart thudded. To carry a son born of such raw vigor…
"But let's finish the ritual, shall we?" Wu Han stood, his cock still slick, pressing it to her lips. Obedient now, Haoyu opened her mouth and kissed it clean, sucking softly, eyes gazing up at him like a puppy desperate for praise.
He didn't even glance at her like that.
All this sex had only been a step along the way.
With a snap of his fingers, sweat and her scent evaporated, his body cleansed by a flicker of cleaning magic.
Before Haoyu could speak, his other hand closed on her head, a glowing magic circle etched into his palm.
Then he branded her.
"Sex isn't something you should do lightly," he murmured. "Semen is essence of life. And life can be shaped."
The circle crept over her skin like a living parasite, sinking into her belly, spiraling toward her womb. Her eyes went wide as her body convulsed.
Instead of pain, the magic triggered a climax so violent it made her arch off the bed.
"Ahhhnnn! nggghh!" she cried, body thrashing, thighs trembling as the orgasm rolled through her. The brand burrowed deeper, and the wave came again, harder. "Ffffhhhuuuckkk"
Her back bowed, her breasts jiggling as she writhed helplessly, her cunt fluttering and dripping, clenching on nothing as if still milking an invisible cock.
Her mind blurred, blank.
Her hands clawed at the sheets as another forced climax ripped through her body, making her sob and laugh at the same time, her face a mask of shocked ecstasy.
It was almost effortless for Wu Han to shape her now.
A feeling so erratic, a mind this far gone, was easy to mend and modify.
Now I know why all those damned incubi are so eager to work, he thought, smirking. This feels good even in the process. Haoyu's ripe, juicy ass had been pleasant enough to play with, her lustful nature the perfect fuel, but this branding was the important part.
The magic circle grew outward from her womb, lines of light spider-webbing across her belly, her breasts, her limbs, up her neck and finally to her mind. She spasmed upright on the bed, face slack with shock and pleasure, crying and laughing uncontrollably as the spell rewrote her from the inside out.
Meanwhile, Wu Han began his true work.
Let's change the story, he thought, fingers flexing over the circle. Let it look like she blackmailed me. Let her be the slut who forced herself on me, threatened to call her husband. Yes. That will be rage-inducing enough.
His plan was simple but devastating: to rewrite every memory, every meeting, until the narrative fit his design. This spell could modify every detail down to the last breath. No magic short of a true god's sense for energy could detect it.
Back in his world, people feared succubi because they could charm a king and bring down a country. But a strong nation would simply get rid of both the king and the succubus when it happened.
The real problem was the incubus.
Incubi used this very spell to modify, charm, and enslave every woman from the lowest brothel girl to the highest queen—arranging revolutions from within, until entire kingdoms collapsed, no matter how powerful their rulers or how firmly they were governed.
Hours passed, and the first light of the sun began to seep through the window. Wu Han exhaled, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Still got it.
Finishing the last threads of memory modification, he caught the sound of footsteps outside the chamber. His expression sharpened. With a swift motion he dissolved the array and his body blurred into mist, slipping out the window without a trace—save for the lust-drunk Haoyu sprawled across the bed, ruined and moaning.
It would have been amusing to witness the reaction of whoever entered, but staying now risked exposure.
Wu Han returned to his own residence, materializing in his room—only to find someone waiting.
"Good work."
The space was spotless, no trace of wreckage left. Satisfied, Wu Han stored Ming into his storage ring; she no longer counted as a living being, requiring neither Qi nor breath to sustain herself.
By morning, news had already spread throughout the Wu Clan: Wu Wei had launched a sudden attack on Wu Zhen Pavilion. All elders and senior members were summoned at once to the trial, presided over by the newly elected Second Elder acting as judge.
The trial hall filled with murmurs as two figures stood proudly at the front—Wu Zhen, the venerable elder, and beside him Wu Han, his grandson.
On the other side, the accused had not yet arrived.
"Hmph! Or perhaps they've already fled," Wu Zhen muttered, his brows knitting. "Cowards, running from justice rather than facing punishment for their crimes."
"If they have, grandfather, doesn't that mean you will become the next clan head?" Wu Han suggested with a faint smile.
Wu Zhen laughed, his voice booming through the hall. "Hahaha! Perhaps. But not for long, Han'er. Your cultivation soars like fire. At this rate, we might yet see the youngest clan head in our history."
He could feel it clearly—his grandson's aura had grown again. Wu Han now radiated the power of the fifth stage at its peak.
Wu Han smiled, neither hiding nor restraining his cultivation. He let it pour outward as both deterrent and bait—deterring the weak, tempting the strong.
The clan members watching whispered among themselves, awed at the sight of grandfather and grandson smiling and speaking so easily of succession.
"I heard there was already a secret trial," one elder muttered. "About Wu Han killing Wu Yaoshi… and now this?"
"Seems we'll have a new head today," another replied under his breath. "Let's pray he does a better job than the last one."
The murmurs grew louder, a tide of speculation filling the hall. Many were already preparing themselves to welcome a new lord.
Until a sharp voice cut through the noise.
"YOU EVIL!"
A young woman leapt forward from the crowd, finger shaking as she pointed at Wu Zhen and Wu Han both. Her face burned with fury; it was Wu Meiyi.
"It was your scheme, wasn't it! You killed brother Yaoshi, and now you lie to the clan!"
Her voice rang clear, filled with righteous fury. Though she had never been closed with Haoyu, the woman was still mother to her closest kin.
And Wu Wei, though unambitious, had always been fair.
Wu Meiyi knew they would never ignite such chaos without cause.
That left only one answer, this had been Wu Zhen and Wu Han's plan all along.
"Insolent child!" Wu Zhen roared, his face darkening. "This is a formal trial; you dare interrupt with baseless accusations? You will be punished!"
But Wu Han placed a hand on his grandfather's arm and stepped forward, descending calmly to stand face-to-face with Wu Meiyi.
"You know the rules of the Wu Clan," he said, voice low and sharp. "False accusations carry the same punishment as the crime itself. Unless you have evidence, the punishment you demand will be visited on you."
He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. "Haoyu escaped this fate only because she brought her son's corpse as proof. And I remain innocent. You, what proof do you even have, feeling?"
Wu Meiyi trembled, but her voice did not falter. "You killed my senior brother! You framed our leader! And now you plan to seize the clan for yourself, you traitor!"
Wu Han tilted his head, his smile widening. "That's quite the accusation. Let me recall… killing one's kin is punishable by death. Framing the clan leader, death. Attempting to take over the clan by force… also death."
He leaned closer, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
"That's three deaths, little cousin. Triple death. Quite the punishment you're asking for."