Wei Jun awoke to silk sheets caressing his skin.
His eyes snapped open, greeted by a canopy of crimson velvet draped over a carved jade bedframe.
The air was thick with jasmine and musk, a scent that stirred his newly forged body.
His muscles flexed, chiseled and strong, a far cry from the frail frame crushed in Shanghai.
He shifted, feeling a heavy weight between his thighs—his twelve-inch cock, now a noble's weapon, pulsed with eager heat.
Liyue's promise echoed in his mind:
" A world where pleasure ruled. He was no longer the monk, the ghost. He was reborn, ready to seize it all."
The room glowed with lantern light, walls adorned with erotic tapestries—bodies entwined, moans frozen in silk.
A distant hum of gasps and laughter filtered through jade screens.
Wei rose, his naked form reflected in a polished bronze mirror.
Taller now, 6'2", with sharp features and eyes that burned with hunger, he barely recognized himself.
His cock hung proud, drawing a smirk to his lips.
This is me now.
He wrapped a silk robe around his frame, its fabric teasing his skin.
The Scarlet Dynasty awaited, and he was no coward here.
A servant girl entered, her eyes lowered, cheeks flushed.
Her sheer robe revealed pert breasts and hips that swayed with promise.
"Lord Wei, your family summons you," she said, voice trembling.
Wei's gaze lingered, his cock twitching at her curves.
He stepped closer, voice low.
"What's your name?"
She stammered,
"Liling," her eyes flicking to his bulge.
He grinned, bold, already tasting the dynasty's freedom.
"Lead on, Liling," he said, brushing past her, his hand grazing her hip.
Then he gave her ass a nice squeeze. She was quite tender.
Who knows how much dicks she took in this household.
From his memory,he could tell that his father in this life was no good person. Well.... it's not like he was any good though.
His father Lord Hao is always busy fucking servants and whores wherever he saw fit.
The servant led him through jade corridors, where moans echoed from shadowed alcoves.
Nobles fucked openly, their bodies slick under lantern glow.
Wei's pulse quickened, his past shame a fading memory.
He passed a pavilion where a woman rode two men, her cries sharp, others watching with greedy eyes.
This is my world now, he thought, his cock hardening.
Liling glanced back, her lips parting, as if sensing his hunger.
Wei's mind flashed to Liyue's visions—orgies, betrayals, power won through lust. He was ready to play.
They reached a grand hall, its air heavy with sweat and perfume.
Lord Hao, his father, lounged on a throne-like chair, a servant girl kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing.
Hao's lecherous grin met Wei's, his eyes glinting with pride.
"My son, reborn," he boomed, waving the girl away.
Her lips glistened as she retreated, unashamed.
Wei felt a jolt—not disgust, but curiosity.
His father's depravity was a mirror, a challenge.
"Join us, Wei," Hao said, gesturing to the hall's chaos.
Lady Mei, his mother, reclined on a silk divan, her robe open to reveal smooth thighs and a teasing smile.
Two nobles knelt before her, their tongues tracing her skin as she moaned softly.
"Welcome, my son," she purred, her voice a velvet blade.
Wei's cock throbbed, his mind warring between taboo and desire.
She was no mother of his old world—here, she was a courtesan queen, her body a weapon of power.
He nodded, voice steady. "I'm here to learn," he said, his eyes locked on hers. Mei's laugh was sultry, approving.
Twin sisters, Lian and Xiu, danced nearby, their lithe bodies barely clad in gossamer silk.
Nobles groped them, their giggles mixing with moans as hands roamed freely.
"Brother!" Lian called, her eyes bright with mischief.
Xiu winked, her hips grinding against a lord's touch.
Wei's past self would've recoiled; now, he felt only heat.
They were his sisters, but also the court's onaholes, their loyalty to him emotional, not physical.
He stepped closer, his robe tightening over his erection.
"Show me this world," he said, voice commanding.
A woman approached, her walk a deliberate seduction.
Zhi, the cunning prostitute from Liyue's visions, had eyes like daggers and lips that promised sin.
Her silk dress clung to every curve, nipples hard beneath the fabric.
"Lord Wei," she purred, her hand brushing his chest.
"The Scarlet Lotus District calls."
Wei's cock pulsed, his body eager for her.
He'd never touched a woman in his old life; now, he'd claim her.
"Take me there," he growled, his hand gripping her waist.
Zhi led him through crimson-lit streets, where brothels glowed like beacons.
Moans spilled from open windows, bodies writhing in public displays.
Wei's eyes drank it in—a man fucked a woman against a wall, another joined, her cries ecstatic.
Voyeurs watched, some stroking themselves, others joining the fray.
Wei's past shame melted; this was no place for regret.
Zhi's hand slid to his bulge, teasing through the silk.
"Ready for your first taste?" she whispered, her breath hot.
Wei nodded, his voice a low rumble. "Show me everything."
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Scarlet Lotus District
They entered a brothel, its air thick with sweat and jasmine.
A central stage held a writhing orgy—three women, four men, limbs tangled, moans a symphony.
Zhi guided Wei to a silk-cushioned alcove, her fingers undoing his robe.
His cock sprang free, twelve inches of raw power, drawing gasps from nearby whores.
Zhi's eyes gleamed, her tongue flicking over her lips.
"Let's make you a legend," she said, sinking to her knees.
Her mouth enveloped him, warm and skilled, her tongue swirling as she took him deep.
Wei groaned, his hands gripping her hair, dominant, unafraid.
The room watched, nobles and whores alike, their eyes hungry.
Wei's hips thrust, his cock filling Zhi's throat, her moans vibrating against him.
He'd never felt this—power, pleasure, control.
A noblewoman joined, her hands roaming Zhi's body, her lips grazing Wei's thigh.
"Join us," she whispered, her eyes daring.
Wei pulled her close, his fingers finding her wet heat, plunging inside as she gasped.
Zhi's mouth worked faster, the noblewoman's moans mixing with hers.
Wei's past life was ashes; this was his rebirth.
The orgy on stage grew wilder, bodies slick with sweat, men and women swapping partners in a frenzy.
Wei's eyes caught Lian and Xiu, their bodies offered to nobles, their giggles sharp as they were ravaged.
He felt no jealousy, only heat—his sisters were part of this world, their loyalty to him unshaken.
Zhi pulled back, her lips glistening, and straddled him.
"Fuck me, Lord Wei," she demanded, guiding his cock to her dripping entrance.
He thrust upward, filling her, her cries echoing as she rode him hard.
The crowd cheered, voyeurs feeding on their display.
Wei's hands gripped her hips, his dominance absolute.
Mei's voice cut through the haze, her silhouette watching from a balcony.
"Learn fast, my son," she called, a lord's hands on her breasts.
Wei met her gaze, his thrusts unrelenting, Zhi's moans a testament to his power.
Hao laughed nearby, fucking a servant girl, his eyes proud.
Lian and Xiu joined the stage orgy, their bodies claimed by multiple hands, their loyalty to Wei a silent vow.
Wei's climax built, his cock pulsing inside Zhi, her walls clenching tight.
He roared, spilling into her, the crowd's cheers a crown on his rebirth.
This was the Scarlet Dynasty—lust was power, and he was no ghost here.
Zhi collapsed against him, panting, her eyes gleaming with cunning.
"You're a natural," she whispered, her fingers tracing his chest.
Wei smirked, his body still hard, ready for more.
The brothel pulsed with life, nobles fucking, voyeurs watching, betrayals brewing in every glance.
Liyue's words echoed: "Seize it. "
Wei stood, his robe discarded, his cock a banner of conquest.
He'd fuck this world into submission, starting tonight. The Scarlet Lotus District was just the beginning.