Du Rou confronts a dark new reality: by handing over his wives to a lecherous butler, he discovers an internal void that challenges his power and redefines his identity.
Du Rou opened his eyes in a world he did not recognize. The air smelled of incense and damp earth, and the sky was stained with a golden hue that seemed eternal. His mind, once clear and orderly, was now flooded with a current of information he did not fully comprehend. The immortal cultivation system, with its blessings and excessive desires, had taken hold of him like a second skin. It was as if his soul had been rewritten, and he was now bound by rules he had not chosen.
He slowly sat up, feeling the weight of his new reality. He was the son-in-law of the Lu family, a position that granted him power, but also expectations. Three mortal wives had been put at his disposal, women of dazzling beauty and bodies that could make any man tremble. However, Du Rou did not feel the urge to claim them for himself. Instead, a dark and tempting idea began to form in his mind.
The Lu family butler, a man of dirty appearance and lecherous eyes, was known for his obsession with the feminine body odor. Du Rou had seen him look at the women with a lust bordering on the sickly. And now, in this new world where desires ruled, Du Rou decided to push his impulses to the limit.
"Butler," he called, his voice firm but charged with an intention that could not be ignored. "I have a proposition for you."
The man appeared at the door, his wrinkled face illuminated by a smile that boded no good.
"Yes, sir?" he asked, his voice hoarse and full of curiosity.
"My wives," Du Rou said, nodding toward the adjoining room. "They are yours. Do with them as you wish."
The butler blinked, as if he could not believe what he was hearing. Then, a guttural laugh escaped his throat.
"Seriously, sir? Are you giving me permission to...?"
"Yes," Du Rou interrupted, not looking away. "Do it."
The man needed no further invitation. He entered the room like a predator, his eyes fixed on the three women lying naked on the bed. Their bodies were perfect: soft skin, firm breasts, and hips that invited sin. The women, submissive and obedient, offered no resistance as the butler approached, his dominant presence filling the space.
Du Rou remained at the door, observing with a mixture of fascination and emptiness. The butler stood in front of them, his thick, erect member already free of his clothes. The women looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. He rubbed himself against their faces, forcing them to smell him, to feel his power. His greedy hands grabbed their waists, pulling them toward him as if they were rag dolls.
"Do you like it, huh?" the butler murmured, his voice laced with mockery. "Do you like the smell of a real man?"
The women did not answer, but their bodies said it all. Their chests rose and fell with accelerated breaths, and their legs opened slightly, as if begging for more. Du Rou felt a tickle in his stomach, an emotion he could not identify. It was not jealousy, not even desire. It was something more complex, something that made him feel both master and slave.
The butler wasted no time. He pushed the first woman, the youngest, onto the bed and placed himself on top of her. His member penetrated her body forcefully, hitting her deep inside. She moaned, her voice choked by pleasure and pain. The butler kissed her brutally, his lips crushing hers while his hips moved with a frantic rhythm.
Du Rou moved closer, his face now a few inches from the action. He could smell the women's sweat, hear their moans, and feel the intensity of each thrust. The butler completely dominated them, his hands gripping their hips with a force that marked them. The second woman was dragged toward him, and the man penetrated her with the same ferocity, her moans mixing with those of the first.
The system sounded in Du Rou's mind, granting him rewards for yielding his wives to another. It was as if the universe was congratulating him for his sacrifice, but he did not feel powerful. Instead, there was a strange empty satisfaction, as if he had lost something he never knew he had.
The third woman was taken with the same brutality, her body lifted and fucked in front of him. Du Rou watched as the butler used them, tasting their mature bodies as if they were ripe fruits. His hands moved over them, touching them, squeezing them, marking them as his own. And although Du Rou knew they were his wives, he felt nothing but a cold curiosity.
"Do you like it, sir?" the butler asked, his voice breathless from the effort. "Do you like watching me take them?"
Du Rou did not answer. He only nodded, his gaze fixed on the women who now moaned and writhed under the man's weight. The system sounded again, more rewards, more blessings. But he did not feel blessed. He felt... empty.
When the butler finally finished, the women lay exhausted on the bed, their bodies glistening with sweat and their faces marked by pleasure. Du Rou walked away, his mind reeling in a whirlwind of contradictory emotions.
Was he the master or the slave of his desires? He did not know. He only knew that the emotion that overwhelmed him was not of power, but of a loss he could not explain. As if he had yielded something more than his wives, something that defined him as a man.
And at that moment, as the system continued to sound in his mind, Du Rou realized that perhaps he would never be the same again.