The ten days that followed their engagement were a blissful, exhausting, and transformative period. A new rhythm settled over their lives, a routine forged in the crucible of intense training and the sweet, consuming fire of their newfound intimacy.
Their mornings began before the sun had even kissed the horizon. They would meet in their secluded training ground, the air cool and crisp, the world still draped in the soft, grey light of dawn. The training was relentless, tailored by Zhang Tian to push each of them to their absolute limits.
"Faster, Rongrong!" his voice would cut through the quiet morning, sharp and demanding. "Anticipate! Don't just react to the attack, react to the intent! I saw you watch her shoulder tense a full half-second before she moved! That's a lifetime in a real battle!"
Ning Rongrong, her face flushed and beaded with sweat, would grit her teeth and dive back into the fray, her movements a desperate, beautiful dance as she evaded Zhu Zhuqing's lightning-fast, non-lethal strikes.
"Better, Zhuqing!" he would call out to his other fiancée. "But your clones are too predictable! They're mirroring your movements. Use them to create a pincer attack! Force your opponent into a corner! Make them choose between two bad options!"
Zhu Zhuqing would nod, a flicker of understanding in her dark eyes, and the four shadowy figures that danced around Ning Rongrong would shift their attack pattern, their coordination becoming a seamless, deadly symphony of misdirection and assault.
Their afternoons were a welcome respite. They would explore the vast, beautiful grounds of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, a small, happy island of three in a sea of respectful disciples. They would lounge in their private garden, a tranquil oasis of fragrant flowers and gentle, flowing water.
Ning Rongrong would rest her head on his lap, chattering happily about the latest sect gossip or some new, interesting flower she had discovered. Zhu Zhuqing would sit beside him, a silent, comforting presence, her hand always finding his, their fingers intertwining in a quiet, unspoken language of love.
Then, as the sun began to dip towards the horizon, they would return to the training grounds for another session, this one focused on spirit power control and the mastery of their new, devastating abilities.
But it was the nights that truly defined their new life.
The moment the door to their suite was closed, the roles of teacher and student, of friends and fiancés, would melt away, replaced by the raw, primal dynamic of a husband and his two eager, loving wives.
The massive, circular bed became their playground, their battlefield, their sanctuary.
Ning Rongrong's progress was a source of constant, delighted surprise to Zhang Tian. The shy, hesitant girl who had cried out in pain on their first night had blossomed into a confident, surprisingly voracious lover. Her stamina, forged in the fires of his relentless training, had improved dramatically.
"Mmm… husband…" she would moan, her voice a breathy, satisfied sound as he came inside her for the sixth time. "I'm… I'm so full… but… don't stop…"
She could now last six full, intense rounds with him before her body finally, completely, gave out. She would collapse into a boneless, quivering heap of bliss, her mind a dizzying, wonderful haze of pleasure, her body thoroughly conquered.
And that was when Zhu Zhuqing would take over.
The moment Ning Rongrong was out for the count, a predatory, hungry fire would ignite in Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes. She would crawl over the sleeping form of her friend, her magnificent, voluptuous body a promise of the wild, untamed passion to come.
Her lovemaking was a storm. She not only endured his roughness; she craved it. She met his every powerful thrust with an equal, demanding force, her screams of ecstasy loud and unrestrained in the soundproofed suite.
"Yes! Right there, Zhang Tian! Oh, gods! Fuck me harder!" she would cry out, her nails digging into his back, her body a live wire of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He would take her in every position imaginable, his lust a boundless, insatiable thing. He would pin her against the wall, her long legs wrapped around his waist. He would throw her onto the bed, her magnificent, heavy breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. He would bite her, smack her, and she would meet his every act of primal passion with a fierce, loving surrender.
And through it all, Zhang Tian was careful. With each powerful, deep release inside their tight, wet pussies, he would use a subtle, almost imperceptible pulse of his own spirit power. A simple, yet profound application of his control. It was a silent, protective measure, ensuring that their nights of passion would not result in a child. Not yet.
'I have too much to do,' he would think, even in the heat of his passion. 'A child now… it would be a complication I cannot afford. I must be strong enough to protect them, to protect our family, before I can even consider bringing a new life into this dangerous world.'
Ten days into this blissful, exhausting routine, Zhang Tian gathered them in their private garden. The afternoon sun was warm, the air filled with the sweet scent of flowers.
He sat between them on a smooth, stone bench, taking each of their hands in his.
"My loves," he began, his voice soft but serious. "You have both made incredible progress. Your control over your new abilities is growing stronger every day. But training in a controlled environment can only take us so far."
He looked from one beautiful face to the other. "Your foundations are solid now. It is time we put your training into practice. True practice. Against real opponents."
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. "You mean… the arena?"
He nodded. "The Great Spirit Arena in Heaven Dou City. I believe we should start fighting there. Not once a week, as we did in Suotuo. But every single day. We need to expose ourselves to as many different types of Martial Spirits, as many different fighting styles, as possible. Constant combat is the fastest way to hone our skills, to turn our training into true, instinctive combat power."
He squeezed their hands. "And for that, it would be far more convenient for us to live in the city. Commuting from the sect every day would be… inefficient."
Ning Rongrong practically bounced on the bench, her eyes shining with an excited, adventurous light.
"Live in the city? Every day?" she squealed, clapping her hands together. "That sounds amazing! Don't get me wrong, I love my home, but the sect is so… quiet. It can be a little boring. But fighting in the arena every day, and then exploring the city at night, trying all the different restaurants, seeing all the new plays… it sounds like the perfect life!"
Zhu Zhuqing's reaction was more subdued, but no less positive. A slow, thoughtful smile touched her lips. "Your reasoning is sound," she said, her voice a low, smooth melody. "Constant combat is the fastest way for us to truly adapt to our new abilities. To make them a part of us. I agree completely."
'And,' Zhang Tian thought, a secret, satisfied smile flashing through his mind, 'it is the only way I can regularly meet with Ah Yin without raising any suspicion. It is time I brought my Empress into our home.'
The next morning, a single, elegant carriage departed from the grand gates of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. Zhang Tian had politely but firmly refused his father-in-law's offer of a full guard contingent.
"Uncle Ning," he had said, "we are not going to war. We are going on a date. And besides," he had added, a confident glint in his eyes, "I am confident that the Crown Prince will not be foolish enough to make a move against us again. Not after our last… conversation."
Ning Fengzhi had reluctantly agreed, though he had secretly instructed the Sword Douluo to keep a distant, watchful eye on the capital, just in case.
The journey was a comfortable, lighthearted affair. The carriage was a small, intimate world of their own.
"So," Zhang Tian began, a casual, almost offhand tone in his voice as he lounged between his two fiancées. "By the way, I've already purchased an estate for us in a nice, secluded part of the city."
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. "Already? You work fast! Is it big? Is it pretty? Does it have a garden?"
"It is very big, and very pretty," he confirmed with a chuckle. "And yes, it has a magnificent garden."
He then added, his tone still casual, "I've also taken the liberty of hiring a maid to take care of the place. To handle the cooking and the cleaning. Her name is Ah Yin. I expect you both to be polite to her."
Ning Rongrong's brow furrowed. "A maid? Hmm. Is she old? Grumpy? I hope she's a good cook. I can't stand bad food."
Zhu Zhuqing, ever the pragmatist, simply said, "As long as she is discreet and efficient, I have no objections. It will be good to have someone to manage the household. It will free up more of our time for training."
Zhang Tian found their new home with an ease that surprised even himself. The moment they entered the eastern district of the city, he felt it. A faint, familiar, and incredibly welcome pull in his spirit. It was a homing beacon, a silent call from his Empress to her Emperor.
He guided the carriage driver down a series of quiet, winding streets, until they arrived before a pair of tall, elegant wooden gates, set into a high stone wall that was covered in a beautiful, flowering ivy.
The carriage stopped. He stepped out and pushed the gates open.
The two girls followed, and their breath caught in their throats.
They stood at the entrance to a private, hidden paradise. The estate was a masterpiece of natural, elegant beauty. A long, winding path of smooth, grey stones led through a magnificent garden, filled with rare, fragrant flowers and ancient, shady trees. A crystal-clear stream gurgled merrily, winding its way through the garden to a tranquil koi pond, its surface a perfect, shimmering mirror that reflected the azure sky.
The mansion itself was a sprawling, beautiful creation of dark wood and cool stone, its wings extending outwards like welcoming arms. It was not a gaudy palace, but a home. A sanctuary.
"Wow…" Ning Rongrong breathed, her eyes wide with awe. "Zhang Tian… this is… perfect."
Zhu Zhuqing just nodded, a serene, happy smile on her face.
As they walked up the path, the grand, main doors of the mansion swung open. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the warm, inviting light from within.
It was their new maid.
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Thirty minutes before their carriage rolled to a stop before the elegant wooden gates, a silent, invisible conversation was taking place.
'Ah Yin,' Zhang Tian's mental voice was a calm, steady current that flowed directly into her consciousness as she stood on the balcony of their new home, overlooking the garden. 'We are about to arrive.'
A jolt of happy, excited energy shot through her. 'So soon! I have prepared everything. The rooms are clean, the kitchen is stocked. I even picked some fresh flowers from the garden for their rooms.'
'That's good,' he replied. 'But there is something else. When we arrive, you must play a role. You must act as our maid.'
There was a moment of stunned silence on her end. 'Your… maid?' Her mental voice was a mixture of disbelief and a burgeoning, playful amusement. 'You want me, the Blood Silver Empress, to act as a servant for you and your two little fiancées?'
'I do,' he confirmed, his own mental tone firm. 'I have not yet told them the truth about us, Ah Yin. The timing has not been right. They believe you are simply a maid I have hired. You must maintain this deception. It is crucial.'
He could feel her amusement bubbling over. 'Oh, this is rich. Very well, my Emperor. I shall be the most dutiful maid you have ever seen.' Her tone then shifted, becoming a low, seductive purr. 'But tell me, Master… speaking of duties… have you fulfilled your duties as a husband to those two little girls? Did you finally lose that precious virginity of yours on your engagement night?'
Zhang Tian felt a faint, mental blush. 'I did,' he admitted. 'With both of them. It has been a… very active ten days.'
A wave of pure, unadulterated, and very carnal excitement washed over their connection from her end. 'Excellent!' her mental voice was a triumphant, lustful cry. 'Then that means you won't have to hold back with me anymore, will you? Oh, I am looking forward to our nights together in this big, empty house.'
'I will fuck you so wildly you won't be able to walk straight for a week,' he promised, his own mental voice a low, guttural growl. 'But you must act your part perfectly. Do not let them suspect anything. I will find the right time to tell them the truth, but it cannot be now.'
'Don't worry, my love,' she purred, her confidence absolute. 'I will enjoy acting as your maid immensely. Hmm… what kind of personality should I adopt? Cold and indifferent? Or gentle and pitiful? I think the first option will be far more entertaining. It will make them feel safer.'
'Do as you wish,' he replied, a faint, amused smile on his lips. 'Just be convincing.'
'Oh, I will be,' she promised. 'I will be the best, most tragic maid you have ever seen.'
As they walked up the winding stone path, the grand, main doors of the mansion swung open. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the warm, inviting light from within.
It was their new maid.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both paused, their initial awe at the beautiful estate momentarily forgotten.
The woman standing before them was, in a word, breathtaking. She wore a simple, yet elegant, maid's uniform of crisp black and pristine white. The dress was modest, with a high collar and long sleeves, but it was tailored to perfection, clinging to her magnificent, mature curves in a way that was both sophisticated and incredibly sexy.
The fabric strained against the heavy, full globes of her magnificent breasts, and the cinched waist only served to emphasize the breathtaking flare of her wide, curvaceous hips and plump, rounded buttocks. Her hair, a cascade of vibrant, crimson silk, was tied back in a simple, practical bun, but a few stray tendrils had escaped to frame a face of perfect, classical beauty.
Her crimson eyes, however, were what truly captured their attention. They were filled with a deep, weary sadness, a profound, soul-crushing melancholy that seemed to be at odds with her stunning beauty.
"Welcome home, Master," she said, her voice a soft, melodious sound that was tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible note of… disgust as she looked at Zhang Tian. She performed a perfect, graceful curtsy, her head bowed.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a quick, wide-eyed look.
'Wow,' Ning Rongrong thought, her mind reeling. 'She's… beautiful. Like, really, really beautiful. And her body… it's even more… impressive than Zhuqing's.' A sharp, unfamiliar pang of jealousy, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time, shot through her.
Zhu Zhuqing's own thoughts were more analytical, and far more wary. 'Her beauty is a weapon. And she looks at him with contempt. This is… interesting.'
Zhang Tian, for his part, played his role to perfection. He gave the beautiful maid a cool, dismissive glance. "This is my home now, Ah Yin," he said, his tone that of a demanding, wealthy master. "These are my fiancées, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. You will address them as Young Miss. You will see to their every need. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," Ah Yin replied, her voice still a soft, respectful murmur, though her eyes, when she briefly glanced at him, held a flicker of cold, resentful fire that was a masterpiece of subtle acting.
She then turned to the two girls, and her expression softened, the coldness replaced by a polite, professional deference. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Young Miss Rongrong, Young Miss Zhuqing. Please, allow me to show you to your rooms."
She led them into the magnificent, sunlit mansion, her movements a study in quiet, efficient grace. As they walked, Ning Rongrong's natural, insatiable curiosity got the better of her.
"So, Ah Yin," she began, her tone a mixture of friendliness and a subtle, probing inquiry. "How did you end up working for… him?" She gestured to Zhang Tian with a slight tilt of her head.
Ah Yin let out a soft, weary sigh, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "My life has not been an easy one, Young Miss," she said, her voice a low, tragic murmur. "I… I have a husband. A drunk. A deadbeat. He is… good for nothing. He spends all our money on cheap wine and gambling."
She paused, her beautiful face a mask of profound, heartbreaking sadness. "And we have a son. A young boy. He is my entire world. I took this job… because the pay is exceptionally high. It is the only way I can earn enough to send my son to a good academy, to give him a future, a chance to escape the miserable life his father has chosen for us."
The story, a perfect, tragic tapestry woven from threads of truth and masterful lies, had its intended effect.
Ning Rongrong's initial wariness and jealousy evaporated instantly, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated pity. 'Oh, the poor woman,' she thought, her heart aching for the beautiful, tragic maid. 'To be so beautiful, yet to have such a miserable life. Married to a drunkard… it's just awful.'
Zhu Zhuqing's own suspicion also softened. The story was a sad one, and it explained the maid's coldness towards Zhang Tian as she must have certain aversion towards men. She was not a rival; she was a victim. A desperate mother doing what she had to for her child.
They reached a wing of the mansion that housed a series of large, opulent suites. Ah Yin opened the doors to two adjacent rooms.
"These will be your chambers, Young Misses," she said. "I have taken the liberty of preparing them for you. If there is anything else you require, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, Ah Yin," Ning Rongrong said, her voice now filled with a genuine, sympathetic warmth. "You've done a wonderful job."
As they began to settle in, Ning Rongrong's curiosity struck again. "By the way, Ah Yin," she asked, her tone casual, "you're a Spirit Master, aren't you? I can feel a faint aura from you. What's your Martial Spirit?"
Ah Yin's expression flickered with something that looked like shame. "I am, Young Miss. But I am… not very talented."
She raised a hand, and with a faint, almost pathetic flicker of spirit power, a single, ordinary-looking blade of Blue Silver Grass appeared in her palm. Two simple, yellow spirit rings pulsed weakly around her.
"It is only the Blue Silver Grass," she said, her voice a soft, apologetic whisper. "And I am only a Level 23 Spirit Grandmaster. It is a useless spirit, I know. I am of no use in a fight."
The final piece of the deception clicked into place.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged another look. This one was filled with a mixture of pity and a quiet, unspoken relief.
'Blue Silver Grass,' Ning Rongrong thought. 'Just like that Tang San and even Zhang Tian initially. But her talent is too low as she has only two rings. She really is too weak.'
'A Spirit Grandmaster,' Zhu Zhuqing mused. 'She is no threat at all.'
Their last, lingering suspicions were completely and utterly erased. This beautiful, tragic woman was exactly what she appeared to be: a desperate, low-level Spirit Master, trapped in a miserable life, doing her best to survive. She was not a rival. She was not a threat. She was just… the maid.
Ah Yin, seeing the final vestiges of their wariness disappear, had to fight to suppress a triumphant, predatory smile.
'Hook, line, and sinker,' she thought, her mind a silent, gleeful purr. 'These two little girls are so naive. So trusting. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.'
She gave them a final, respectful bow. "If you will excuse me, Young Misses, Master. I must go and prepare your dinner."
She turned and walked away, her movements a perfect imitation of a humble, dutiful servant. But beneath the simple black and white uniform, the heart of an Empress was beating with a triumphant, wicked rhythm.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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