Chapter 766 – "Another Gift"
The laughter among the sisters finally began to fade, leaving only the soft rustle of the Feathered Caress in the air. Yu Mei exhaled slowly, glancing once at the sleeping Mei Suhua before turning back to Alex.
Her expression shifted — no longer flustered, but composed, a hint of that assertive nature she'd just stopped hiding now shining openly in her eyes.
"Husband," she said, stepping closer to him, "since you've accepted me as I am… I've decided something."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Yu Mei's lips curved into a confident smile. "I'm going to find you another sex slave… a toy… a pet. Someone unimportant, just like Mei Suhua, for you to use however you please."
He gave her a look halfway between curiosity and amusement. "And if I say I don't need one?"
She shook her head. "Then I won't press the matter. I won't argue with you about it. But…" her smile deepened, "if I come across someone who fits the role perfectly, I'll still bring her to you. As a gift."
From behind them, Fei Xue chuckled. "Looks like Mei's back to making her own plans again."
Ling Hua smirked. "At least she's being honest about it now."
Yu Mei didn't glance at them — her eyes stayed on Alex. "It's my way of showing devotion, husband. Whether you accept them or not will always be up to you."
Alex gave a faint smile. "Fair enough."
Yu Mei's eyes softened for a moment, but the glint of determination behind them didn't fade.
Ling Hua lingered after the others had wandered off, her sharp eyes fixed on Yu Mei. "You really mean it, don't you? About finding him more… toys."
Yu Mei's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
Ling Hua raised an eyebrow. "Most wives would be furious at the idea of giving their husband other women."
"That's because most wives are insecure," Yu Mei replied smoothly, stepping closer so her voice carried a quiet, almost conspiratorial tone. "But I'm not talking about equals. I'm talking about women who don't matter to him — women who will never stand beside him as I do."
Her gaze grew sharper, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. "Do you know how intoxicating it is to take a proud, stubborn woman… and strip her of everything she thinks makes her strong? To reshape her, piece by piece, until she kneels willingly and says, 'Yes, Mistress. Yes, Master.'"
Ling Hua crossed her arms, smirking faintly. "You really do enjoy it."
"I love it," Yu Mei admitted without shame. "The training, the breaking, the rebuilding. Watching them go from resisting to craving his touch… craving my approval." She tilted her head, her voice turning almost wistful. "In that moment, they belong to us completely. And they know it."
Ling Hua chuckled softly. "And you want them to call you 'Mistress.'"
Yu Mei's smile widened. "Of course. And call him 'Master.' It's not just obedience — it's acknowledgment of the order I've built. Alex is the center, and I am the one who delivers them to him."
She stepped back, her tone casual again. "It's not about jealousy. It's about control… and devotion."
Yu Mei's gaze drifted toward the sleeping Mei Suhua, still sprawled in the crushed petals, her body marked from hours of use. A faint smirk curved Yu Mei's lips.
"Husband," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "do you want to see just how much she's changed? I could put it in a nice, simple comparison for you."
Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go ahead."
Yu Mei turned slightly so the sisters could hear as well. "Before, she was…" She counted off on her fingers.
Before
Lustful but in control of her own encounters.Slept with many men — young and old — at her own choosing.Took multiple men at once purely for her own pleasure and ego.Proud, self-assured, and resistant to authority unless it benefited her.Saw sex as a tool to gain advantage, not as service.Answered to no one — not a Master, not a Mistress.
After
Lustful, but her desires are bound entirely to her Master's will.Sleeps only with Alex, and only when permitted by Yu Mei.Takes multiple penetrations not for ego, but to please her owners.Pride broken; obedience absolute.Sees sex as an act of service and devotion, not self-indulgence.Calls Alex "Master" and Yu Mei "Mistress" without hesitation, finding fulfillment in it.
Yu Mei turned back to Alex, her eyes glinting with pride. "See the difference? Before, she was a wild creature, taking what she wanted without thought. Now… she's a perfectly trained pet, useful, obedient, and entirely ours."
Fei Xue chuckled. "You sound like you're showing off a prize-winning horse."
Yu Mei only smiled wider. "Maybe I am. Except this one talks, begs, and obeys."
Yu Mei let the sisters' laughter roll off her shoulders, still watching Alex with that proud, knowing look. Then, after a moment, her tone shifted to something quieter, more deliberate.
"Of course," she said, "this is not a side of me I will ever show to my parents… or to the public."
She glanced at her sisters. "They'll see me as they always have — refined, composed, the perfect daughter. That mask will stay firmly in place outside of here."
Ling Hua smirked. "So, only your husband, your sisters, and your slaves get to see the real Yu Mei?"
"Exactly," Yu Mei replied without hesitation. "Only the people who are truly mine… or truly his… will ever see this part of me." Her gaze returned to Alex, softer now but still laced with conviction. "Because it belongs to you, husband — no one else."
Alex gave a faint, approving smile. "That's fine with me."
Yu Mei's lips curved again, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. "Good. Then we understand each other perfectly."
Chapter 767 – "The Story of Shi Lian"
The flower field had grown quiet again, save for the rustle of petals in the wind. Yu Mei sat close to Alex, her head resting lightly against his shoulder, when her expression shifted from playful confidence to something darker.
"There's something I want to tell you," she began, her voice calm but edged with restrained anger.
Her sisters, sensing the change in tone, gathered around, settling themselves in the petals.
"It's about my aunt," Yu Mei continued. "My mother's elder sister. Her name is Shi Lian."
At that name, several of her sisters exchanged glances, their faces tightening.
"She's married to the Sect Master of Heavenly Phoenix Hall," Yu Mei said, her lips curling faintly in disgust. "But it wasn't by choice. She didn't marry him — she was forced into it. He took her virginity by force, and because she's bound to tradition and culture, she believed she had no choice but to marry the man who violated her."
Ling Hua's eyes narrowed. "Even though he didn't love her?"
"Even though," Yu Mei confirmed. "Even though she knew he'd been with many women before her, and would be with many women after. She told us… he even let her sleep with other men in front of him, while he was with other women — as if it was some kind of game to him."
The disgust in her tone was mirrored on the faces of her sisters.
Mei Lian's jaw tightened. "That's… vile."
Ru Yan scoffed. "And she stayed with him?"
"She came to vent to Mother about it," Yu Mei said, her expression softening for a moment. "And to all of us. Mother told her to divorce him, to walk away. But Aunt Shi Lian…" Yu Mei's voice dropped, the bitterness returning. "…she couldn't. She was too bound by tradition. And she feared the divorce might cause a rift between the Heavenly Phoenix Hall and our sect."
Shui Yun shook her head. "So she's trapped — by her own beliefs and by politics."
Yu Mei nodded. "Exactly. And I hate him for it."
The sisters sat in heavy silence for a moment, each wearing the same look of disgust and anger.
Yu Mei's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, the sisters quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Fei Xue spoke, her tone sharper, as if cutting through the silence.
"That's not even the worst of it," she said grimly.
Yu Mei's eyes shifted to her eldest sister. "What do you mean?"
Fei Xue's expression hardened. "The worst thing he did was force her into… that scene she told me about. He made her have sex with another man using her mouth, while he took her vaginally. And at the same time, a third man took her from behind."
Several of the sisters visibly tensed, their faces darkening.
Ling Hua's voice was low, edged with fury. "So he turned her into… a show. Something for other men to use, right in front of him."
Fei Xue nodded grimly. "He arranged it. Ordered it. And because she's so bound to those damned traditions, she endured it instead of spitting in his face."
Mei Lian clenched her fists. "That's not tradition — that's abuse dressed up as culture."
Ru Yan's lip curled in disgust. "And she's still with him?"
"Yes," Fei Xue said. "Because she's convinced that leaving would shame the family and spark conflict between the sects. So she's suffering in silence."
Yu Mei's eyes darkened, a cold edge in her voice. "Then if the chance comes… I'll make him pay for every moment she's had to endure."
The sisters exchanged silent looks — each of them thinking the same thing, though none said it aloud.
Fei Xue's voice didn't soften; if anything, it grew colder as she went on.
"What he did wasn't just for his own twisted pleasure," she said. "It was also calculated. Every time he made her… entertain another man, it was with someone he wanted to secure as an ally. He used her like a bargaining chip — her body as part of his negotiations."
The sisters' faces darkened further, Ling Hua muttering under her breath, "Disgusting."
Fei Xue's gaze shifted toward the horizon for a moment before she continued. "And it's worse because Aunt Shi Lian… she's beautiful. Stunning, even among cultivators. He flaunted her like a prized ornament, knowing her beauty made those men want her even more."
Ru Yan clenched her jaw. "So he dressed it up as politics, but it was still just exploitation."
Fei Xue nodded. "I didn't even hear it from her directly at first. I overheard her telling Mother bits and pieces. Later… she told me more, but only after I confronted her. She made me promise to keep it a secret. She didn't want anyone else to know — not Father, not the elders, not even all of you."
Yu Mei's eyes narrowed. "She should have told us. She's not alone in this."
"She thinks she is," Fei Xue said quietly. "She's trapped by her own sense of duty… and by fear of what might happen if she defies him."
The air around them felt heavier, the petals no longer seeming as bright.
Fei Xue exhaled sharply, as if forcing herself to calm down. "And you know what makes all of this even more pathetic? That so-called 'great' sect of his — Heavenly Phoenix Hall — they're nothing special. Their strength barely reaches the 9th level. If it came to a real conflict, we could handle them easily."
She glanced toward Alex with a faint, knowing smirk. "And now… we have him. That alone means they wouldn't stand a chance."
Ling Hua folded her arms. "So it's not their power keeping her there."
"Exactly," Fei Xue said. "It's her. Her own chains. The problem isn't the sect — it's Aunt Shi Lian's adherence to tradition. She's the one holding herself prisoner because she refuses to go against the customs she was raised with."
Yu Mei's eyes hardened, her voice low. "Then the only thing in the way… is her belief that she can't leave."
Fei Xue nodded slowly. "And unless someone breaks that belief, she'll stay there, enduring it until she dies."
The sisters sat in a tense circle, the soft sway of the Feathered Caress flowers doing nothing to lighten the weight of the conversation.
Fei Xue's expression shifted, her voice dropping into something sharper, more pointed. "And there's one more thing you all need to know."
The sisters looked at her expectantly.
"Both that trash Sect Master… and Aunt Shi Lian… are here. In this very Celestial Paradise."
Yu Mei's eyes narrowed instantly. "You're certain?"
Fei Xue nodded. "I saw them earlier, from a distance. They arrived with a small entourage — clearly here for whatever treasures they think they can claim. Aunt looked… the same as always. Composed. But her eyes…" She paused, shaking her head. "Her eyes told a different story."
Ling Hua's voice was tight. "So he dragged her here, too."
"Of course he did," Ru Yan muttered. "Someone like him wouldn't let a possession out of his sight."
Yu Mei's jaw tightened, her mind already moving ahead. "If they're here, then there may be an opportunity."
Fei Xue glanced at Alex. "Exactly what I was thinking. And with you here, brother-in-law… well, let's just say the odds have shifted heavily in our favor."
The sisters exchanged glances — the kind of silent communication born from years of shared battles and family loyalty — and the air between them grew charged with unspoken possibilities.
Chapter 768 – "A Different Kind of Rescue" (18+)
The tension from the previous discussion lingered in the air, but Alex finally broke the silence with a calm, matter-of-fact tone.
"What about," he said, looking around at all of them, "making her a virgin again?"
Seven pairs of eyes turned toward him in surprise.
Yu Mei tilted her head. "Husband… what do you mean?"
Alex met her gaze steadily. "I can use magic to restore her. Completely. Physically, it would be as if no one had ever touched her. That Sect Master wouldn't be able to claim her as his 'first' anymore — and more importantly, she could decide her own future without the weight of that tradition."
Fei Xue's eyes widened slightly. "You can do that?"
He nodded. "It's not difficult. I've done similar restorative work before — injuries, body reforging, even removing deep scars. This is no different. A simple application of life magic and reconstruction."
Mei Lian leaned forward, interest flickering in her eyes. "If you do that, then… technically, she'd be free from the so-called obligation to stay married."
Ru Yan's lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. "And the Sect Master would lose the one thing he's been using to keep her bound."
Yu Mei's expression slowly shifted from surprise to something more calculating. "Husband… that could change everything for her."
Ling Hua smirked faintly. "And humiliate him at the same time. He'd lose his 'claim' in front of everyone."
Alex simply said, "If she wants it, I can do it. But the choice has to be hers."
Yu Mei's gaze softened slightly, though the fire in her eyes remained. "Then we'll speak to her… and see if she's ready to let us break those chains for her."
The scene shifted to a quiet corner of Celestial Paradise, where a large ornate tent stood among the temporary encampments. Inside, the air was heavy with the faint scent of incense, the silken drapes swaying slightly from the breeze outside.
Shi Lian lay on one of the spacious beds, her long dark hair spread over the pillow, her breathing slow and deep. In sleep, her face was calm — almost serene — but faint shadows lingered beneath her eyes, betraying the weight she carried even in rest.
The tent flap rustled. Footsteps entered.
She stirred, blinking herself awake, and her expression immediately tightened when she saw who it was. The Sect Master of Heavenly Phoenix Hall, her husband, stepped inside with the easy arrogance of a man who thought everything within sight belonged to him. Behind him came two elders, both wearing smug expressions.
He wasted no time. "You know what to do."
Her lips pressed together, but she didn't speak. Slowly, as if her body moved on autopilot, Shi Lian rose from the bed. She untied the sash of her robe, letting the silken fabric fall away to reveal the beauty that had trapped her in this life.
The Sect Master's gaze was possessive, not affectionate. "These two elders have earned a reward," he said casually. "They found a valuable treasure earlier today. I believe you'll make their celebration… memorable."
The two elders exchanged glances, the satisfaction in their eyes making Shi Lian's stomach twist — but she didn't protest. She had been taught, over and over, that refusal was not an option.
The Sect Master stepped closer to her, one hand cupping her chin in a mockery of intimacy. "Do it well. I'll be enjoying myself, too."
The Sect Master gave a slight nod, and the two elders didn't waste a moment. Robes were shrugged off and dropped to the tent floor, revealing bodies eager to take what had been offered to them. The Sect Master undressed as well, his expression one of ownership rather than desire.
Shi Lian stood before them, her robe already fallen, her flawless skin exposed under the soft lamplight. The elders reached for her immediately, rough hands groping her breasts — full and heavy, like ripe watermelons — kneading them with greedy enthusiasm.
She drew in a sharp breath. The sensations ignited something deep inside her, and she hated herself for it. Years of the Sect Master's "training" had left their mark.
He had broken her in the cruelest way possible — not just with force, but with the use of a forbidden dual cultivation method, one that twisted body and spirit until lust became constant and inescapable. Over the years, her body had been conditioned to respond, no matter her mind's protests.
Her gaze slid away, shame and unwanted pleasure twisting together as their hands roamed her. Memories she tried to bury bubbled to the surface — the worst of them from that one day when he had taken her to the sect's military camp.
Dozens of soldiers… one after another… and she'd been powerless to stop it. The Sect Master had watched with cold satisfaction, telling her she was "serving the sect" while he made sure the technique's effects kept her writhing in unwanted bliss.
The worst part — the part that haunted her most — was that her body had betrayed her. She had felt good. Too good. And even now, with these elders touching her, that cursed conditioning made her knees weaken, her breathing quicken.
The Sect Master smiled faintly, as though sensing her inner conflict. "That's it," he murmured. "Show them why you're the Heavenly Phoenix Hall's prized jewel."
The elders pushed her back onto the bed, the silken sheets cool beneath her bare skin. Their hands were everywhere — tracing her sides, cupping her breasts, sliding down to grip her hips. The Sect Master stood beside the bed, watching like a man admiring his property being put to use.
One elder lowered his mouth to her chest, sucking and biting at her nipples until they stiffened against his tongue. The other ran his hands down her thighs, forcing them apart as he positioned himself between them.
Shi Lian turned her head, staring at the tent's ceiling. Her mind screamed at her to hate this, to resist — but the cursed dual cultivation technique pulsed within her, every touch sending waves of heat through her core. The training had been so thorough, so merciless, that her body welcomed it even as her heart recoiled.
The Sect Master smirked at the way she gasped, her breath uneven. "See?" he said to the elders. "She's perfect. Even after all these years, her body never forgets its purpose."
One elder's hand slid between her legs, fingers teasing until her breath caught in her throat. The other pressed his weight on her, their mouths meeting in a forced kiss that made her stomach churn — yet her traitorous body responded with a soft moan.
The Sect Master stepped closer, taking one of her breasts into his own hand, squeezing hard enough to make her arch. "You should be grateful," he said coldly. "How many women can say they've been trained to perfection?"
Shi Lian closed her eyes, shame burning in her chest… but also that terrible, familiar heat spreading lower, faster, until her legs trembled. She hated it. Hated herself for it. And yet, she couldn't stop the way her body craved more.
The elders took turns — one between her legs, the other at her side — touching, stroking, claiming. The Sect Master watched every second, his satisfaction growing with each gasp and shudder she gave.
In moments like this, Shi Lian felt more like an object than a person — a vessel for pleasure, passed between hands at her husband's whim. And deep down, she feared that after so many years under his control… she no longer knew how to be anything else.
The silken sheets were a mess now, the scent of sweat and lust filling the tent. Shi Lian was on her hands and knees, her wet black hair clinging to her flushed skin, her chest swaying heavily beneath her with every movement.
The Sect Master — Han Zhaoming — gripped her hips from behind, his length buried deep inside her. His thrusts were forceful, claiming, each one punctuated by the smug curve of his mouth.
To her left, Elder Qiu Renshu knelt with his cock in her mouth, one hand gripping her hair like a leash as he guided her head along his shaft.
Behind her, at the other entrance, Elder Feng Wuyin pressed into her rear, groaning in satisfaction at the tightness that greeted him.
Han Zhaoming smirked over her back at the others. "Well, Renshu? Wuyin? Do you like your reward?"
Qiu Renshu let out a pleased chuckle. "Very much, Sect Master. She's exquisite… every bit as soft as I imagined."
Feng Wuyin grunted in agreement. "Tighter than I expected too. This is better than the treasure we found."
Han Zhaoming laughed low in his throat, pulling Shi Lian back harder against him. "I told you she'd be worth it. Years of training, and she still responds perfectly. My jewel, my pride."
Shi Lian's nails dug into the sheets as the three of them used her, her body overwhelmed by the sensations from every direction. Her mouth was filled, her breath reduced to muffled moans, while the cursed dual cultivation technique made every thrust feel like a wave of heat rolling through her.
The men kept their pace steady, clearly savoring their "reward," and calling to each other between groans of pleasure.
"Your turn to take her mouth, Wuyin," Qiu Renshu said, pulling back with a wet pop.
Han Zhaoming chuckled darkly. "Go on, switch. Make the most of your prize."
The men shifted positions with the ease of those accustomed to sharing their prey. Feng Wuyin moved to her front, guiding his cock into Shi Lian's mouth while Qiu Renshu slid into her rear, groaning at the tightness. Han Zhaoming remained in her sex, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into her with steady, possessive thrusts.
Shi Lian's moans were muffled by Feng Wuyin's length, his hand tangled in her damp hair to keep her in place. Every movement forced her to take him deeper, her throat contracting around him while her body rocked between the two men behind her. The cursed dual cultivation technique pulsed through her nerves, ensuring every sensation was amplified until her body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Mm… her mouth's even better than I expected," Feng Wuyin groaned, looking down at the flushed, tear-brimmed eyes staring up at him.
Han Zhaoming chuckled low, never slowing his pace. "Years of conditioning, Wuyin. She was made for this."
Qiu Renshu, gripping her hips from behind, let out a satisfied grunt. "Her ass is perfect… tight, hot… I could spend the whole night here."
Shi Lian closed her eyes, trying to block out their words, but her body betrayed her — shuddering with each deep thrust, heat pooling low in her belly. She hated that her body remembered the training more than her mind did.
They switched again — Han Zhaoming moving to her mouth now, his smirk widening as he forced her lips open, while Feng Wuyin took her sex and Qiu Renshu claimed her rear. The rhythm between them was almost coordinated, driving her to the edge again and again until her moans vibrated around the Sect Master's length.
"Look at her," Han Zhaoming said with a mocking laugh, holding her head in place. "My perfect little jewel. No matter who takes her, she still shines."
Minutes blurred together into a haze of use and movement, the three men trading places until every one of her holes had been filled by each of them multiple times. By the time Han Zhaoming gave the final, sharp thrusts into her sex and released with a groan, Shi Lian was barely holding herself up, her arms trembling, her body slick with sweat.
Feng Wuyin pulled free from her rear, giving her a sharp slap on the ass before stepping back, while Qiu Renshu withdrew from her mouth with a satisfied exhale.
Han Zhaoming adjusted his robe, looking down at her with an air of ownership. "Rest now, Lian. You've done your duty."
The three men dressed slowly, speaking casually about the treasure they had found as if she weren't even there. Then they left, the tent flap closing behind them.
Shi Lian collapsed forward onto the bed, her chest heaving, her hair a dark curtain over her face. She lay there in silence, too drained to move, the mix of shame and unwanted pleasure still swirling inside her — the same prison she had known for years.
Chapter 769 – "The Son's Visit"
Shi Lian lay sprawled on the bed, the silken sheets sticking to her sweat-damp skin. The tent was silent now, save for the soft rustle of fabric as she shifted weakly, her breathing uneven. The men were gone, but the cursed dual cultivation technique still throbbed in her veins, refusing to let the heat fade.
Her body ached, but not in the way that dulled desire — no, it burned, restless, wanting more. Years of conditioning made it impossible for her to come down from that high on her own.
The tent flap moved again.
A young man stepped inside, his gait relaxed, his handsome face framed by neatly tied hair. His eyes were sharp, but his smile was warm — almost too warm.
Shi Lian's gaze snapped to him, recognition flickering instantly. "You…"
He smiled wider, closing the distance between them. "It's been a while, Shi Lian."
She swallowed, her heart pounding faster for reasons that had nothing to do with affection. He was Han Yuanzhi — the Sect Master's son, but not her child. He was born from the Sect Master's favored mistress, raised to inherit his father's arrogance… and his taste for control.
"You look… flushed," Yuanzhi murmured, his eyes glinting as they swept over her bare body. "I can guess why."
Shi Lian's pulse quickened. "Yuanzhi, you shouldn't—"
He pressed a finger to her lips, smirking. "Oh, but I should. I know what you're feeling right now. I can see it in your eyes."
His hand trailed down her jaw, brushing over her throat, then lower to cup one heavy breast, his thumb teasing her nipple until it stiffened under his touch. She let out a shaky breath, the heat inside her intensifying.
"You want release," he said softly, his lips near her ear. "But I'm not going to give it to you… not yet."
He touched her slowly, deliberately — his fingers tracing her curves, sliding between her thighs only to pull away just before she could arch into his hand. He repeated this again and again, keeping her on the edge without letting her tip over.
Shi Lian's voice trembled. "Please…"
He tilted his head, feigning thought. "Please… what?"
"Please… let me… finish," she whispered, the words slipping out despite her pride.
Yuanzhi's smirk deepened. "Now that's better. Beg for it, Shi Lian… and maybe I'll reward you."
Yuanzhi's hand slid down between her thighs again, his fingers brushing over her slick entrance, pressing just enough to make her gasp — and then retreating, leaving her panting in frustration.
"You've been trained too well," he murmured, almost to himself. "Your body is like a finely tuned instrument… I just have to touch the right notes to make you sing."
Shi Lian's hips shifted involuntarily, chasing his touch, but he only smirked and moved to her breasts again, kneading them slowly, flicking her nipples until she writhed beneath him. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Every time she felt herself teetering toward that peak, he withdrew — trailing his fingers down her stomach instead, or letting his lips ghost over her ear without kissing her. It was torture of the sweetest kind, and her body trembled with the effort of holding on.
"Yuanzhi…" she breathed, her voice breaking. "Please… I can't…"
"You can," he said smoothly, leaning down until his lips brushed her jaw. "And you will… until I decide you've earned it."
His teasing continued, each touch more intimate than the last — his fingers circling her clit in languid, deliberate motions before slipping inside her only to pull out again. She clutched at the sheets, her thighs quivering, her body begging for more in every unsteady breath.
Finally, when she was nearly sobbing with need, Yuanzhi's smirk softened. "Alright, Shi Lian… I'll give you what you're so desperate for."
He slid his fingers inside her again, this time not retreating, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit as he worked her with practiced precision. His pace built slowly, deliberately, drawing the moment out until her back arched and a cry tore from her lips.
Her release came in a wave that left her shuddering violently, the sheets twisting beneath her fists. Yuanzhi didn't stop until every tremor had run its course, until she lay limp and panting, her skin flushed and glowing with the aftermath.
He leaned down, his lips barely brushing her ear. "See? You just have to beg the right way."
Shi Lian was still catching her breath when Yuanzhi's hand returned to her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her heated skin.
"You're not finished," he said quietly, his tone no longer teasing but commanding. "That was just the first taste."
Her eyes widened slightly, but before she could respond, he leaned over her, his body pressing her down into the bed. The warmth of his bare skin against hers made her shiver.
"Yuanzhi…" she started, but her voice faltered as his lips claimed hers — not in a gentle kiss, but with a hungry, demanding heat that left her breathless. His hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips as if to anchor her in place.
He broke the kiss only to whisper against her lips, "This time, I won't be gentle."
Without waiting for her consent, he slid inside her, the sudden stretch making her gasp. His pace was harder now, each thrust deliberate and deep, his hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that left no room for thought. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the tent, mingling with her unwilling moans.
The cursed dual cultivation technique roared to life inside her again, amplifying every sensation until her nails dug into his back. He took full advantage of it, adjusting his angle to hit that spot that made her breath hitch every time.
"Lian…" he murmured against her neck, biting lightly before pulling back just to watch her flushed face. "You feel even better when you're desperate."
His hand slid between them, fingers circling her clit as he kept thrusting. Her legs trembled, trying to close, but he pinned them apart, forcing her to take everything he gave her. The pressure built faster this time, her body betraying her again as it rushed toward another climax.
But Yuanzhi wasn't going to let her control the pace — he slowed deliberately, making her whimper in frustration before slamming back into her hard enough to make the bed creak.
"You're going to come when I say so," he growled, his voice low and certain.
Shi Lian's head fell back, her body caught between pleasure and humiliation, knowing she was at his mercy for as long as he wanted to keep her there.
Yuanzhi's thrusts slowed again, a wicked glint in his eyes as he watched the way her body reacted — every tightening of her inner walls, every involuntary shiver.
"You're so close again," he murmured, brushing her hair from her damp face. "I can feel it… but you're not getting it yet."
His hand withdrew from her clit, leaving her aching, the sudden absence making her whimper. He smirked, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in achingly slow, letting every inch drag against her until she squirmed beneath him.
Shi Lian's breathing was ragged. "Please…"
"Not enough," he said flatly, his tone sharp but calm. "I want to hear you really beg for it."
Her pride, worn down from years of conditioning, crumbled further. "Please, Yuanzhi… please let me finish…"
His smirk deepened. "Better. But you'll have to earn it."
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the sheets. His hands gripped her waist firmly as he began to thrust again — slow at first, then building just enough speed to keep her teetering on the edge without letting her tip over.
One hand trailed up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head up, forcing her to arch. "Do you know how beautiful you look like this? Desperate, trembling… knowing you can't control yourself."
Each time she felt herself about to break, he'd slow to a near-stop, rolling his hips just enough to keep the heat alive but not enough to give her release. Her thighs burned, her core ached, her entire body was taut with need — and still he drew it out.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Her voice had gone hoarse from moaning and pleading, her body coated in sweat, every muscle trembling from the tension he kept her under.
Finally, Yuanzhi's voice dropped to a near whisper in her ear. "Alright… now you can have it."
He slammed into her hard, his pace relentless, his hand sliding between her thighs to rub her clit with precision. The sudden surge in stimulation tore a cry from her lips, and she shattered around him, her climax crashing through her like a storm.
Yuanzhi held her there, continuing his thrusts through her orgasm until she collapsed forward onto the bed, shaking, completely drained.
He released her slowly, leaning over to press a final, mocking kiss to her shoulder. "Perfect… just like always."
Chapter 770 – "An Unexpected Visit"
A day had passed since the last time anyone had entered her tent. Shi Lian had spent most of it lying on her bed, staring at the shifting patterns in the silk canopy above, her body still sore and her mind clouded. The cursed technique refused to release its hold completely, leaving her restless even when alone.
When she heard the soft rustle of the tent flap opening, her stomach clenched. Her first thought was that it might be him again… or one of the others, come to take what they wanted. She braced herself, her body tensing in preparation for the unwanted touch.
But when she looked toward the entrance, her breath caught for an entirely different reason.
Two figures stood there.
One was a man — tall, with an aura that seemed to fill the space before he even moved inside. His face was unlike any she had ever seen: strikingly handsome, his features perfectly balanced between strength and refinement, his presence commanding without needing to speak. She felt her cheeks warm against her will, a flutter in her chest she hadn't experienced in years.
Beside him stood a woman she knew well — Yu Mei. The recognition brought both surprise and relief.
"Yu Mei…?" Shi Lian's voice was a mix of disbelief and uncertainty. "How did you get in here?"
Yu Mei stepped forward, her lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. "We… sneaked in."
Shi Lian blinked. "Sneaked in?"
Yu Mei nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Your Sect Master and his people are too busy chasing treasures to guard you properly. It wasn't difficult."
The handsome man's gaze rested on Shi Lian for a moment longer, something unreadable in his eyes, before he took a step inside.
Shi Lian's pulse quickened — not from fear this time, but from the strange pull she felt toward him.
Shi Lian's eyes lingered on the man beside Yu Mei, unable to help herself. Something about him was… different. Not just his looks — though they were enough to make her heartbeat stumble — but the weight of his presence. It was as though the air shifted around him, commanding attention without a single word.
Yu Mei noticed the way her aunt was staring and allowed herself a small, knowing smile. "This is Alex," she said lightly, as if introducing someone entirely ordinary.
Shi Lian tore her gaze away, composing herself. "Alex…" she repeated softly, as though tasting the name.
He inclined his head politely. "A pleasure to meet you, Shi Lian."
The sound of her name in his voice sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was the calm confidence in his tone or the subtle warmth behind it.
She glanced between them. "So… Yu Mei, you brought him here? What is he to you?"
Yu Mei's smile deepened, but her answer was simple. "He's my husband."
Shi Lian blinked, the words taking a moment to settle. Her gaze flickered back to Alex, a mix of surprise and… something else… in her eyes. "Your husband…" she murmured.
Alex, unbothered by the scrutiny, took another step inside, his movements slow and unthreatening. "We heard you were here," he said casually, "and thought we might pay you a visit."
Shi Lian tilted her head, studying him. "Just… to visit?"
Yu Mei's eyes met Alex's briefly, a silent exchange passing between them before she looked back to her aunt. "We'll get to that. For now… we just wanted to see you."
Shi Lian gave a faint, almost wary smile. "I suppose I should be flattered you'd go through the trouble of sneaking into this place just for me."
Alex's gaze didn't waver. "You're worth the trouble."
Her cheeks warmed again before she quickly looked away, unsure why her heart was beating faster.
Yu Mei sat down at the edge of the bed, the crushed silk rustling softly under her weight. "Aunt," she began in a tone that was calm but laced with familiarity, "you look tired."
Shi Lian's lips curved in a faint, dismissive smile. "That's hardly surprising, given my life."
Yu Mei tilted her head slightly. "And yet, you've endured it all these years." Her tone wasn't pitying — it was measured, probing.
Shi Lian let out a short, humorless laugh. "Endure or break. I chose the former."
"That's what you tell yourself," Yu Mei replied, her gaze steady. "But what if… there was a third option?"
Shi Lian blinked. "Third option?"
Yu Mei glanced at Alex for a moment, then back at her aunt. "Endure, break… or leave."
Shi Lian's faint smile vanished. "You know it's not that simple."
"It's simpler than you think," Yu Mei countered. "The only thing holding you there is your belief that you must stay. Tradition. Obligation. Fear of scandal."
Shi Lian's expression stiffened. "And you think I can just throw those things away?"
"I think you should," Yu Mei said bluntly. "That man is not a husband. He's a jailer. And you are not his wife — you're his possession."
The words hung heavy in the tent. Shi Lian's gaze fell to the sheets, her fingers twisting in the silk.
Alex finally spoke, his voice even but carrying quiet authority. "Yu Mei and I didn't come here just to talk. We came because we can do something about this."
Shi Lian looked up at him, the wariness in her eyes tinged with a flicker of something else — hope, maybe, or disbelief. "Do something… how?"
Yu Mei leaned in slightly, her voice low and deliberate. "By breaking his hold over you. Permanently."
Shi Lian's eyes stayed on Yu Mei for a long moment before drifting back to Alex. "Breaking his hold… permanently?"
Alex nodded once. "Yes. And I mean that in every sense of the word."
She gave a faint, skeptical laugh. "And how do you propose to do that? Remove him from power? Kill him? That would just create more problems between the sects."
"I'm not talking about political power," Alex replied, his tone steady. "I'm talking about the chains that bind you — the ones you've convinced yourself can't be broken."
Shi Lian's brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I can undo what he took from you," Alex said plainly. "Completely. Physically, spiritually… it would be as though your first time had never happened."
Her breath caught. "You… you can restore…?"
"Yes," Alex said, his gaze holding hers without hesitation. "I can restore your virginity — not just the body, but the essence tied to it. No one, not even him, could claim that right over you again. And if your reason for staying is tradition, then tradition will no longer apply."
Shi Lian's fingers tightened on the sheets, her eyes searching his face for any hint of jest. "You're serious."
"I wouldn't have come here otherwise," Alex said. "If you choose this, the past becomes irrelevant. You would be free — to leave, to choose a life where he has no say over you. The only question is whether you want that freedom enough to take it."
Silence settled between them, heavy and thick.
Yu Mei's voice broke it, calm but firm. "Aunt, this is your chance. Don't let fear or pride make you refuse. He's offering you a way out — and you'll never get another one like it."
Shi Lian's gaze lingered on Alex, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn't quite name.