The private quarters of Elder Linne were a temple to frozen luxury. Frost-glass lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a cold, blue light over walls carved from solid ivory. In the center of the room stood a massive bed draped in the furs of polar drakes, surrounded by incense burners that puffed out clouds of soul-chilling mist.
The heavy doors clicked shut, and the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken tension.
Elder Linne turned, her moon-white silks swaying. Up close, her beauty was terrifying—a lethal masterpiece of sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of a winter storm. She approached Kaelen, her bare feet leaving faint patches of frost on the dark floor.
"Kneel," she commanded. It wasn't a request; it was an exercise of absolute authority. "The Spirit Furnaces of this Pavilion are taught to be silent, to be receptive, and to be broken. You... you look like you have never known the weight of a mistress's hand."
Kaelen didn't kneel. Instead, he took a slow step forward, closing the distance until the scent of winter lilies on her skin filled his lungs.
"I don't kneel for those who are beneath me," Kaelen said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration.
Linne's eyes widened. No man had ever spoken to her with such raw, unadulterated arrogance. Her hand lashed out, her fingers—chilled by decades of frost cultivation—pinching his chin with bruising force.
"You are a slave, Number 47," she hissed, her face inches from his. "Your only value is the essence I can wring from your body. Do you wish to see how quickly I can turn your blood to ice?"
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As she tried to channel her chilling power into him, Kaelen's skin didn't turn blue. Instead, it grew searingly hot. Linne gasped, her eyes fluttering as the heat traveled up her arm, bypassing her defenses and striking directly at her core.
"What... what is this?" she stammered, her grip loosening. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs, not with anger, but with a sudden, violent surge of physiological craving.
"You're hitting a bottleneck, aren't you, Linne?" Kaelen's hand came up, wrapping around her wrist, his thumb pressing into her pulse point. "Your Frost Qi is pure, but it's stagnant. You've reached the peak of the Jade Stage, but you can't break through because your body is too cold. You're freezing from the inside out."
Linne tried to pull away, but her legs felt like water. The
"I can give you the heat you need," Kaelen whispered, pulling her flush against his chest. "But it won't be a gift. It will be a conquest."
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Linne's breath hitched, her head falling back as Kaelen's lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. The "Domination Virus" was already rewriting her mind, turning her icy arrogance into a desperate, shameful hunger.
"Show me," she whimpered, her fingers clawing into his shoulders. "Show me this... heat."
Kaelen smirked, the shadow of the Devourer looming over the room. The inspection had only just begun.
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