Wei Jun stood at the edge of the Scarlet Dynasty's grand court, crimson lanterns casting a sultry glow over the chaos.
Silk pavilions shimmered, filled with nobles fucking in open view, their moans a pulsing rhythm.
The air was thick with sweat, jasmine, and the tang of desire.
Wei's silk robe clung to his chiseled frame, his twelve-inch cock stirring beneath it.
The festival was a celebration of lust, a stage for power plays.
He felt no trace of his old Shanghai shame. This was his world now, and he'd conquer this world.
Zhi pressed against him,her curves soft under the sheer of dress.
Her fingers teased his chest,eyes glinting with cunning.
"This is the Dynasty's heart," she whispered , nodding at the writhing bodies.
A noblewoman rode a lord, her cries sharp as two others joined, hands roaming.
Wei's cock hardened, his gaze locked on the scene. Zhi's hand slid lower, brushing his bulge.
"Ready to shine?" she purred, her lips grazing his ear.
The court buzzed with voyeurs, their eyes hungry for betrayal and spectacle.
Wei spotted Lord Hao across the hall, his father's hands groping a servant girl's ass as she moaned.
Hao's grin was lewd, inviting Wei to join the game.
Nearby, Lady Mei lounged on a velvet couch, her robe parted, a noble's tongue between her thighs.
She met Wei's eyes, her smile daring, her fingers beckoning.
Wei's pulse raced, his body reacting to her taboo allure.
He stepped forward, his robe tightening, ready to act, not just watch.
Lian and Xiu danced in a pavilion, their lithe bodies swaying under gossamer silk.
Nobles swarmed them, hands sliding under their dresses, their giggles turning to gasps.
Lian caught Wei's gaze, her lips parted as a lord's fingers plunged inside her.
Xiu moaned, another noble's cock in her hand, her eyes locked on Wei, loyal yet free.
Wei felt heat, not jealousy—his sisters were the court's, but their hearts were his.
He nodded, a silent vow to join their world. His cock throbbed, eager for the festival's rites.
A gong sounded, signaling the night's main ritual.
Nobles gathered around a raised platform, silk cushions strewn across it.
A priestess, clad only in gold chains, announced the group sex rite—a test of dominance and desire.
"Step forward, Lord Wei," she called, her eyes on his bulge.
The crowd parted, their gazes greedy, whispers of his twelve-inch legend spreading.
Wei shed his robe, his naked form gleaming under lanterns, his cock a proud scepter.
Zhi's hand gripped his arm, her breath quick. "Show them who you are," she urged.
Wei climbed the platform, his body a magnet for lustful stares.
Four women—courtesans trained in pleasure—awaited, their bodies oiled, eyes daring.
Two men, nobles with hardened cocks, joined them, their grins challenging.
Wei's dominance surged; he'd outshine them all.
He grabbed the nearest courtesan, her breasts heavy, and kissed her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth.
She moaned, her hands stroking his cock, gasping at its size.
The crowd cheered, voyeurs edging closer, some already touching themselves.
Zhi knelt beside him, her lips brushing his thigh.
"Make them beg," she whispered, her tongue flicking his tip.
Wei groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him deep, her throat tight around his length.
A courtesan straddled his face, her wet heat grinding against his tongue.
He licked, her moans sharp, his fingers plunging into her as the crowd roared.
The noblemen fucked the other women, their thrusts frantic, but Wei's presence dominated.
His cock, freed from Zhi's mouth, entered a courtesan, her cries echoing as he filled her completely.
Mei approached the platform, her robe discarded, her body a vision of power.
A lord fucked her from behind, her moans soft, but her eyes were on Wei.
She climbed beside him, her hand guiding his to her breast, a silent command.
Wei squeezed, his fingers rough, her gasp a reward.
Their touch was forbidden, electric, a dance of lust without words.
He thrust harder into the courtesan, Mei's moans syncing with his rhythm.
The crowd watched, enthralled by their taboo display.
Lian and Xiu joined, their bodies claimed by nobles but their eyes on Wei.
Lian crawled to him, her lips finding his cock, licking alongside Zhi.
Xiu knelt, kissing a courtesan's neck, her hands roaming Wei's thigh.
Their loyalty burned through their actions, their moans a vow to him.
Wei's dominance soared, his cock driving into the courtesan, her walls clenching as she screamed.
The noblemen faltered, their stamina waning, but Wei was relentless, his body a machine of pleasure.
Zhi whispered, her voice sharp with schemes.
"The court's watching, Wei. Some want your cock, others your ruin."
Her eyes flicked to a shadowed figure—a lord with a cunning smile, his wife fucked by another nearby.
NTR games pulsed through the festival, power shifting with every moan.
Wei smirked, unfazed. Let them scheme—he'd fuck his way to the top. He pulled Zhi close, his cock entering her, her cries loud as he claimed her publicly.
The priestess clapped, ending the rite. Wei's climax hit, his seed spilling into Zhi, her body trembling. The courtesans collapsed, sated, the noblemen panting, outdone.
The crowd roared, Wei's name a chant, his cock a legend sealed.
Mei's hand lingered on his arm, her smile proud, her body still quivering from her own release.
Lian and Xiu pressed against him, their lips brushing his chest, their loyalty unspoken but clear.
Hao laughed from his throne, a servant girl riding him, his nod a rare approval.
Wei stood, naked, unashamed, his body glistening with sweat.
The festival pulsed on, orgies spreading through pavilions.
Zhi leaned close, her voice low.
"The Crimson Veil watched you tonight. They control through pleasure."
Wei's eyes narrowed, his mind sharp despite the haze of lust.
He'd play their game, dominate their rituals, and claim the dynasty's heart.
This was his world now, and he'd rule it with every thrust.
The night stretched, nobles fucking under lanterns, voyeurs feeding on every betrayal.
Wei joined another pavilion, his cock entering a noblewoman, her husband watching with a twisted grin.
Lian and Xiu danced nearby, their bodies shared, their eyes on him.
Mei's laughter rang out, her thighs wrapped around a lord, her gaze daring Wei to surpass her.
He would. His past timidity was dead, burned away in scarlet fire. Wei Jun was no ghost—he was the dynasty's pulse, and he'd make it pound.