he Pill Pavilion was a fortress of fire and fragrance. Crucibles burned day and night, refining pills of life, death, and everything in between. It was also where Shen Mo now stalked his next prey.
> [>] Mission Active: Root the Inquisitor Target: Han Yuerin Disguise: Assistant to Pill Master Lao Affinity: Ice-Cold Failure Consequence: Entire harem exposed
Shen Mo strode into the Pill Pavilion dressed in the robes of an inner alchemist, courtesy of Fei Lian's stolen credentials. Inside, the air was thick with spiritual mist and medicinal heat.
She stood across the chamber—tall, sharp-eyed, dignified. Robes of teal hugged her athletic curves. Her black hair was braided and coiled with silver threads, eyes sharp like obsidian.
Han Yuerin.
She turned toward him as if sensing his presence.
"You're late," she said, tone clipped.
"Pardon, Assistant Han," Shen Mo replied with a polite bow. "There was a spiritual fire leak in the southern wing."
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He followed her to a private alchemy chamber, where she shut the heavy door with a clink.
"You're new. Where did you train?"
> [>] Seduction Difficulty: Extreme Required: Identity Validation or Lust Breakthrough
He activated his charm field subtly, letting his demonic aura leak—just enough to heat the space.
"Under Master Yan Mei," he lied smoothly.
Something flickered in her gaze. A tremor?
"I see."
She turned her back, leaned over a crucible, and began sorting herbs.
He moved closer.
"So stiff, Assistant Han. Don't you ever relax?"
"I'm not here to relax," she snapped. "I'm here to make pills."
"But pills are best made with passion."
He brushed his fingers along her back—slow, deliberate.
She froze.
"Take your hand off—"
He pressed his mouth to her neck. She gasped.
"You're shaking."
She turned with a palm strike, but he caught it mid-air and spun her, slamming her back against the alchemy table.
"You knew I was coming," he growled. "You wanted to be caught."
"Liar!" she hissed, but her body betrayed her. Her legs parted slightly. Her breathing quickened.
> [>] Seduction Progress: 31% Aura Sync Detected: Repressed Masochistic Yin
He tore open her robes, revealing a toned body, modest breasts, and a glistening cunt that betrayed her resistance. She slapped him again.
He licked the blood from his lip.
"I love when they pretend to hate it."
He shoved her onto the table, spreading her thighs, sliding his cock against her slit.
She clenched her teeth. "Do it then. If you're a monster, prove it."
He did.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside her tight heat. She screamed—half pain, half climax.
He fucked her hard against the table, shaking the crucibles. She clawed his back, bit his shoulder, tried to fight—then begged.
"Harder! Gods, deeper!"
He flipped her over, pounding her from behind, yanking her braid like a leash.
> [>] Seduction Progress: 100% Bond Formed: Han Yuerin Reward Gained: Alchemist's Core Qi + Lotus Mirror Sigil System Upgrade: Dual Amplification (Stacking Stat Bonus on Shared Cultivation)
He came inside her, filling her womb with demonic seed.
She collapsed on the table, cum dripping from her thighs, lips twitching with exhausted ecstasy.
"I should report you," she whispered.
"You will," he said. "Just not to them."
He placed his seal on her neck—a black lotus that shimmered with crimson undertones.
"You belong to me now, Inquisitor."
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Hours later, Shen Mo stood outside the Pavilion, system interface glowing with power.
> [>] New Alert: Cultivation Tier Raised (Foundation Stage 7) Harem Count: 4 Status: Hidden Threats Eliminated (2/6)
But something felt off.
The wind shifted. Fei Lian stepped from the shadows.
"My Lord… there's a message."
She handed him a scroll sealed in blood wax.
It read: "The true Inquisitor is already watching. You're playing with shadows. Soon, the light will burn you."
His smile faded.
> [>] New Threat Logged: Lotus Inquisitor Prime Alias: Unknown Rank: Unknown Intent: Eliminate Shen Mo
He closed the scroll.
"So be it."
The Crimson Lotus would burn even the light.