Chapter 875 – "The Sect in Bloom" (18+)
The days following the formal birth of the Faith were unlike anything Frost Moon Palace had ever known.
Every corner of the sect seemed alive with a new, charged energy — an undercurrent of fascination, love, and unshakable infatuation for the man they all called Master.
Women spoke of him in hushed voices when he wasn't present, not with idle gossip but with reverence, recounting the smallest gestures or glances they had received. Those who had been chosen by him carried themselves with an unmistakable pride, their steps lighter, their eyes brighter, as though walking in the warmth of a private sun.
And at the center of this transformation walked Ying Hua — completely naked save for the white choker at her throat, her grey-silver hair flowing down her back like strands of living moonlight. She moved through the sect without hesitation, without a single attempt to cover herself, her posture regal and unbothered.
Disciples would pause mid-step just to watch her pass. They didn't whisper about her nudity anymore; they bowed their heads in respect, knowing it was not shamelessness but a statement — a living reminder of the perfection their Master had created.
For many, her approval had become a goal in itself. Women trained harder, worked longer, and obeyed every directive from the Faith's inner circle, all for the faint hope of catching her notice. Some whispered to each other late at night that if they served well enough, if they proved their devotion, they might be rewarded not just with her praise — but with the chance to kneel before her and kiss her feet in reverence.
Among them, such an act was no humiliation. It would be an honor.
And Ying Hua, aware of their stares and whispers, walked on with the serene certainty of one who knew her place — and theirs — was exactly as it should be.
In the heart of Frost Moon Palace, deep within the newly expanded inner grounds, there was a chamber unlike any other — a wide, circular room at the very center of the sect. The walls were crafted from flawless, enchanted glass, so clear it seemed there was nothing between the onlookers and the scene inside. The room itself sat elevated, like the core of a temple, so that every balcony and walkway around it offered a perfect view.
At the center of that chamber, upon a massive bed draped in silken sheets, Alex moved among his women.
Yu Mei was in his arms, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into her with a deep, relentless rhythm. She clung to him with her whole body, her breath spilling in ragged gasps against his ear, her voice trembling.
"H-husband… mmm—ahh… yes… ahhh!"
Around them, the rest of his harem writhed in pleasure, their bodies intertwined with the thick, sinuous tentacles that extended from Alex. Shi Lian's head tipped back as a tentacle pumped into her with slow, deliberate power, her moans rising in time with each thrust. Xue Lian lay on her side, biting her lip as another coiled tightly around her hips, forcing her to take every inch of the one filling her. Lan Xueya clutched at the sheets, her usually calm composure shattered into trembling, breathless cries. Ling Shuanghua's voice was soft but desperate, calling him husband as she was taken hard, her hands clutching at the bedframe as if it could anchor her against the overwhelming pace.
On the other side of the bed, his high-ranked sex slaves surrendered to him with equal fervor. Leng Yuer's voice was high and pleading, her body arching beautifully as she was pinned beneath a tentacle's firm hold. Yue Hua's eyes were glassy with bliss, her moans spilling freely without a trace of restraint. Han Meiyun's fingers dug into her own thighs, holding herself open to the merciless rhythm that had her shaking. Elder Ying Yue's dignified bearing was long gone, her lips parting in shameless cries as she was taken without pause. Elder Mei Suhua's mouth hung open, her breath hitching with every deep stroke, sweat slicking her flushed skin.
From the outer balconies, dozens of disciples stood watching — their faces a mix of awe, envy, and hunger. The enchanted glass let every movement, every sound, carry perfectly, so that even the smallest gasp reached those gathered outside.
Inside, the great bed rocked beneath the force of their joining, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. Tentacles writhed and flexed, Yu Mei's nails dug into Alex's shoulders, and the room pulsed with the rhythm of their shared ecstasy — an open display for the entire sect to witness.
The rhythm inside the glass-walled chamber became almost hypnotic — the deep, wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the shiver of silken sheets, the gasps and cries of women already pushed far beyond their limits.
Yu Mei clung to Alex's neck, her voice breaking into breathless moans.
"Haaah… h-husband… I'm—ahhh—!"
Around them, Shi Lian's body trembled violently as the tentacle inside her surged faster, every movement hitting her deepest point.
Xue Lian arched against the bed, her nails clawing at the sheets as her voice rang out in helpless pleasure.
Lan Xueya bit down on her lip until it hurt, only for a strangled cry to escape anyway.
Ling Shuanghua's hands clutched at Alex's arm, her husband's name spilling from her lips in broken fragments.
On the other side, Leng Yuer's back bowed beautifully, her cries mingling with Yue Hua's gasps and Han Meiyun's ragged moans. Elder Ying Yue had her head thrown back, her voice shuddering with each thrust. Elder Mei Suhua was nearly incoherent, reduced to pleading noises that melted into screams of bliss.
The watching disciples outside the glass were pressed close, their breath fogging the enchanted barrier. Some had hands over their mouths, others gripped the railings so tightly their knuckles whitened, unable to tear their eyes away.
Alex's pace grew sharper, harder, every thrust of his hips and every driving motion of his tentacles synchronized into a relentless rhythm. The women's voices rose together, desperation mingling with raw need as they were pushed to the brink.
And then it happened — all at once.
Yu Mei's back arched, her cry tearing through the room as she climaxed around him. Shi Lian's legs locked, her voice breaking. Xue Lian's moan turned into a sharp gasp, Lan Xueya's hands fisted in the sheets, Ling Shuanghua's voice shattered into an open-mouthed scream. Leng Yuer, Yue Hua, Han Meiyun, Elder Ying Yue, and Elder Mei Suhua all reached their peaks in the same heartbeat, their bodies convulsing in perfect unison.
Alex held them all there, driving them through their orgasms as his own release surged — thick, hot pulses spilling deep into Yu Mei, tentacles flooding the others in matching waves. The bed shook under them, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of their shared release echoing in the vast chamber.
From outside, the crowd of disciples could only watch in breathless awe. This was not just intimacy — it was a public declaration of absolute possession. Every woman inside that room was his, and every witness knew it.
Inside the glass-walled chamber, the heat of the synchronized climax still lingered in the air when a sudden shimmer of magic rippled near the center of the room. A swirling ring of light opened, and from it stepped Mira — her white-lavender hair cascading down her shoulders, her purple eyes glinting with playful hunger.
She was dressed — or rather, armored — in her usual revealing style, the deep violet and black plates framing her curves while leaving nothing of her intent to the imagination. Her demonic wings twitched behind her, tail swaying lazily, the faint glow in her eyes hinting at her fallen angel and succubus bloodline.
"My, my~" she purred, her voice dripping with lewd amusement. "It seems you've been busy, Alex. So many new sex slaves… You really have been spoiling yourself."
She stepped forward, hips swaying, letting her fingers trail along the silken sheets as she looked over the tangled, panting women sprawled around him.
"I've been watching through the ring the entire time. Mmm… such a long, delicious series of scenes… I could almost taste it from afar."
She laughed softly, low and throaty, clearly enjoying every second.
"Mary's here too, you know," she added with a smirk. "But unlike me, she's so shy right now she can't even look directly. Hiding behind her own hands… blushing so red I'm tempted to tease her myself."
From the way the women inside reacted — some smiling, others smirking knowingly — it was obvious they all knew her well from the ring and choker chat group. Mira's reputation needed no introduction.
She leaned in closer to Alex, her voice dropping into an intimate whisper that still carried enough for the others to hear.
"So… will you let me join, or do I have to stand here watching you play with your pets without me?"