Ye Chen stepped closer to the unconscious woman, his breath hitching as he took in her breathtaking form. Even sprawled helplessly on the forest floor, she exuded an intoxicating allure-her porcelain skin glowed under the moonlight, her curves
sculpted like a goddess's masterpiece. Her long, silken hair, though slightly disheveled, only accentuated her ethereal beauty.
But what truly stole his breath were the two voluptuous peaks straining against her torn dress-full, round, and easily an E or F cup, their weight making her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath.
This is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...
Suppressing the heat rising in his veins, Ye Chen knelt beside her and took her delicate wrist, checking her pulse. The moment his fingers brushed her skin, an unnatural warmth seared into him.
Her blood is burning.
Her pulse raced erratically, her body flushed with feverish heat. Before he could analyze further, her eyelids fluttered open-revealing hazy, desire-clouded eyes.
And then-
"Ah...!"
In a sudden burst of strength, she lunged at him, her soft body pressing against his as her fingers clawed at his shirt buttons.
"Give it to me... Please... I need-!" Her voice was a desperate whimper, her breath hot against his neck.
Ye Chen's mind reeled. An aphrodisiac. And a potent one.
He caught her wrists, pinning them firmly. "Calm down. You've been drugged."
But reason had long abandoned her. She writhed against him, her hips grinding, her lips seeking his skin. Every movement sent waves of her floral scent into his senses, maddeningly sweet.
Damn it.
If left untreated, the poison could damage her body-or worse, drive her into irreversible madness.
His gaze snapped toward the groan.... bald man nearby. Striding over, Ye
Chen hauled him up by the collar.
"The antidote. Now."
The man trembled. "T-There isn't one! This is a new formula-it just needs to... run its course."
Ye Chen's grip tightened. "How?"
"T-Touch her! Make her reach climax!
The heat will fade after she-"
A brutal kick silenced him.
The Tree of Sin
Ye Chen carried the woman deeper
into the forest, her body writhing against his, her moans growing more frantic. He needed privacy-
somewhere safe.
A massive oak tree stood ahead, its thick branches forming a natural platform. Without hesitation, he scaled it, settling her onto the broad, flat
surface.
Beneath the moonlight, she was a vision of sinful beauty-her dress torn revealing smooth skin and black lace
lingerie that barely contained her curves. Her breasts heaved with each panting breath, the thin fabric of her bra straining.
Ye Chen's throat went dry.
I'm only doing this to save her.
But his body betrayed him, his arousal undeniable as he reached for her.
The moment his fingers grazed her bra, she arched with a gasp. "Ah! Y-Yes...!"
With a sharp tug, the fabric gave way -unleashing two perfect, pillowy mounds topped with rosy peaks.
"Beautiful..." he murmured, unable to resist.
His hands claimed them, kneading firmly, relishing their weight. Her back arched, a wanton moan tearing from her lips.
"More! Harder! Ah-!"
Her desperation fueled him. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, then leaned down to suck one into his mouth.
"AHH! Don't stop-please!"
Her cries grew louder as he lavished attention on her breasts, switching between them, biting just enough to make her scream.
His free hand trailed lower, slipping beneath her panties.
"You're soaked," he growled.
She sobbed in response, bucking against his touch. "I-I can't take it...! Make me-AH!"
You're soaked," he growled.
She sobbed in response, bucking against his touch. "I-I can't take it...! Make me-АН!"
Ye Chen didn't hold back.
One finger, then two, plunged into her dripping heat, curling just right-
"I'M-! AH! AH! CUMMING!"
Her body convulsed, her back bowing off the tree as pleasure ripped through her.
But it wasn't enough.
The aphrodisiac demanded more.
The Emperor's Technique
Ye Chen remembered the Emperor's Heart Technique-a cultivation metnod designed to bring unparalleled ecstasy to women.
If I use this... she'll never forget me.
Channeling his qi, he intensified his movements, his fingers working in rhythmic pulses, his mouth never leaving her breasts.
She came again.
And again.
Each climax stronger than the last, her voice growing hoarse from screaming.
"TOO MUCH! TOO-AH! GOOD! PLEASE!"
Her nails raked his back, her legs clamping around his wrist as she shattered for the fifth time.
Only then did the feverish heat in her body finally subside.
Exhausted, she collapsed against him, her breath ragged, her body glistening with sweat.
Ye Chen draped a blanket over her, watching as she drifted into a deep. sated slumber.
Who is she?
He didn't know.
But one thing was certain-after tonight, she would crave his touch like an addiction.
And he?
He would take responsibility.
Because a True God never abandons his women.