The first night in their new home was a magical thing.
The grand estate, which had been a silent, empty shell just hours before, was now filled with a warm, vibrant life. The three of them had explored every room, their excited laughter echoing in the high-ceilinged halls. They had claimed the massive master suite as their own, a sprawling chamber with a bed so large it felt like a small island of silk and fur.
After a simple dinner, which Ah Yin had prepared with a quiet, efficient grace before retiring to her own secluded quarters, a new kind of energy began to fill the air. The excitement of their new home began to mingle with a different kind of excitement, a simmering, delicious tension that was a familiar, welcome friend.
They sat in the opulent living room, a vast space with a high, vaulted ceiling and a massive, unlit fireplace. The only light came from a dozen soft, glowing spirit lamps, casting long, dancing shadows that made the room feel intimate and secluded.
Zhang Tian was lounging on a massive, plush sofa, a book resting unread in his lap. He was watching his two fiancées, a warm, indulgent smile on his handsome face.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were engaged in a quiet, intense game of cards on the thick, soft rug before the fireplace. But their focus was not on the game. Their gazes kept flickering towards him, their eyes filled with a shared, unspoken desire.
Finally, Ning Rongrong, never one to be patient, threw her cards down with a theatrical sigh.
"I'm bored of this," she declared, a mischievous, predatory glint in her eyes. "I think we should play a new game."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at her, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her beautiful face. "Oh? And what kind of game did you have in mind, Rongrong?"
Ning Rongrong didn't answer her. She stood up and began to walk towards Zhang Tian, her hips swaying with a deliberate, seductive rhythm. Zhu Zhuqing followed a half-step behind her, a silent, beautiful shadow.
They stopped before him, two breathtaking goddesses bathed in the soft, warm lamplight.
"We're going to play a game called 'Capture the Emperor'," Ning Rongrong announced, her voice a playful, teasing purr. "And you, my dear husband, are the Emperor."
Before he could even react, they pounced.
It was a playful, chaotic assault of soft hands and giggling shrieks. He feigned surprise, allowing them to "overpower" him, his own laughter mingling with theirs. They dragged him from the sofa and pushed him into a large, ornate chair that looked more like a throne, its dark wood carved with intricate, coiling dragons.
"Now, hold still, you big brute," Ning Rongrong commanded, her voice filled with a triumphant glee. She produced a coil of thick, metallic wire from her storage type spirit tool, a prop she had clearly prepared in advance. "We can't have our prisoner escaping, can we?"
Together, they tied him to the chair. The metal wires were thick and strong, and they wrapped them around his wrists, his ankles, his chest, binding him securely to the ornate throne.
When they were finished, he was completely immobilized.
They stepped back, admiring their handiwork.
"There," Ning Rongrong said, dusting off her hands with a smug, satisfied expression. "Now you're our helpless captive. What should we do with him first, Zhuqing?"
Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes were burning with a raw, undisguised lust. She walked slowly towards the captured Emperor, her movements a fluid, hypnotic dance.
"I think," she purred, her voice a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down Zhang Tian's spine, "we should start by seeing just how much pleasure our husband can take before he begs for mercy."
What followed was a slow, sensual, and deeply intimate exploration. They were no longer two separate girls; they were a single, unified force of seduction, their movements a seamless, unspoken language of desire.
Ning Rongrong, with her mischievous, playful nature, was the teaser. She knelt before him, her hands tracing the hard, chiseled lines of his abs, her fingers dipping teasingly into his navel.
"Mmm… so strong," she murmured, her voice a happy, appreciative sound. "All these hard muscles… and they're all ours to play with tonight."
Zhu Zhuqing was more direct. She moved behind the chair, her magnificent, heavy breasts pressing against his shoulders as she leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck. She licked a hot, wet trail from his earlobe down to his collarbone, her tongue a delightful torment.
"He tastes so good," she breathed against his skin.
Ning Rongrong's hands moved lower, her fingers fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. With a triumphant giggle, she freed his already-hard dick. It sprang free, a magnificent, thick spear of pure, unadulterated desire.
"Oh, my," she said, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a delicious, thrilling fear. "He's always so big."
Zhu Zhuqing's hands joined hers, their four hands a soft, warm cage around his throbbing length.
"I think," Ning Rongrong declared, a decisive, proprietary tone in her voice, "that as the first wife, I should get to go first."
She climbed onto his lap, her movements a little clumsy but filled with a new, bold confidence. She took his cock in her hand and, with a small, determined gasp, she impaled herself on him, taking him deep inside her.
"Ahh…" she cried out, her head snapping back as she took all of him at once. She began to ride him in a slow, deep cowgirl position, her hands braced on his broad shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut in a mask of pure, blissful concentration.
Zhu Zhuqing watched them, her own body aching with need. She moved to the side of the chair and took one of Ning Rongrong's bouncing breasts in her mouth, her tongue and lips a delightful torment that made the riding girl scream with pleasure.
The room was filled with the slick sound of their bodies, with Ning Rongrong's high, sweet moans, and with Zhu Zhuqing's low, guttural purrs of appreciation.
They continued like this, a beautiful, chaotic symphony of shared pleasure. When Ning Rongrong was spent, her body a trembling, boneless heap of bliss, Zhu Zhuqing would take her place, her own ride a wild, primal, and powerful storm.
They took him again and again, their passion a boundless, insatiable thing.
Finally, after they had each ridden him twice, a feat that had left them both breathless and aching, Zhang Tian decided the game was over.
He looked at them, at their beautiful, sated faces, and a slow, predatory grin spread across his lips.
"My turn," he growled.
He flexed his muscles. With a surge of pure, raw spirit power, the thick metal wires that bound him groaned, stretched, and then shattered, the pieces clattering harmlessly to the floor.
The two girls stared, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a new, thrilling fear. Their powerful, captive Emperor was free. And he looked hungry.
He stood up from the chair, his magnificent, naked body a testament to his power, his dick still impossibly, defiantly hard.
"Now," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "where were we?"
The rest of the night was a blur of passionate, unrestrained conquest. He was no longer the gentle, patient lover of their first night. He was an Emperor, and they were his willing, eager spoils of war.
He took Ning Rongrong first, pushing her onto her back on the plush rug before the fireplace, her legs thrown over his shoulders in a classic, deep missionary position. He fucked her with a powerful, relentless rhythm, his hands squeezing her perfect, large breasts, his mouth devouring hers in a searing, possessive kiss.
Then, he turned his attention to Zhu Zhuqing. He had her on her hands and knees, her magnificent, curvaceous ass presented to him in a perfect, inviting arch. He took her from behind in a rough, primal doggy-style, his hand tangled in her long, dark hair, his other hand smacking her plump buttocks, the sharp, stinging sounds echoing in the quiet room.
"Scream for me, Zhuqing," he commanded, and she obeyed, her cries of ecstatic pleasure a beautiful, wild song.
He didn't stop. He moved them around the living room, a tour of carnal conquest. He pinned Ning Rongrong against a large, ornate bookshelf in a standing hammer position, her small moans muffled against the leather-bound books. He laid Zhu Zhuqing on the polished surface of a low, mahogany table, her legs spread wide in an anvil position, her magnificent tits jiggling with every powerful thrust.
He was a tireless, insatiable beast, and they met his every act of passion with an equal, loving surrender.
In her own secluded quarters, at the far end of the sprawling estate, Ah Yin lay awake in her simple, comfortable bed. The room was dark and silent, but she was not at peace.
Her powerful, Empress-level senses, a tool she could not simply turn off, were a curse tonight. She could feel it all.
She couldn't hear their moans, not at this distance. But she could feel the intense, explosive fluctuations of their spirit power, the raw, unadulterated waves of pure, blissful pleasure that were radiating from the main house.
She lay there, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her own body aching with a deep, profound, and utterly frustrating jealousy.
'He's with them,' she thought, her heart a cold, heavy stone in her chest. 'He's fucking them. Making them scream. And I… I am here. Alone.'
She wanted to go to them. She wanted to throw open the door and join them, to claim her rightful place in her Emperor's bed. But she held herself back.
'Patience,' she commanded herself, her resolve a fortress against the storm of her own desire. 'The plan is more important. My time will come. And when it does… it will be a night that makes this one look like a child's game.'
The first, faint rays of dawn were beginning to filter through the tall, arched windows of the living room, casting a soft, grey light on a scene of beautiful, chaotic devastation.
The three of them lay in a tangled, sated heap on the massive rug before the now-cold fireplace. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the room a testament to a night of boundless, unrestrained passion.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were utterly, completely spent. Their bodies were a beautiful canvas of love bites and the faint, red marks of his possessive hands. They were asleep, their faces serene, their bodies boneless and relaxed in a way that only a truly, deeply satisfied woman could be.
Zhang Tian, however, was still awake. He looked down at the two beautiful women in his arms, a deep, profound sense of love and contentment washing over him. He was tired, yes. But it was a good kind of tired. A satisfied tired.
He gently, carefully, disentangled himself from their limbs. He stood up and, one by one, he lifted his two sleeping wives into his arms. He carried them from the living room, up the grand, sweeping staircase, and to the master bedroom.
He laid them gently on the massive, circular bed, their bodies a beautiful, stark contrast to the pristine white silk of the sheets. He pulled a soft, fur blanket over them, his touch as gentle as a whisper.
He stood there for a long, silent moment, just watching them sleep.
Then, he turned and walked to the large, adjoining bathroom. He stood under the hot, steaming spray of the shower, washing away the sweat and the scent of their long, beautiful night.
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The sun was already high in the sky when the first of them stirred. Ning Rongrong awoke with a soft, contented groan, her body a beautiful, aching testament to a night of passionate conquest. She was tangled in the silk sheets with Zhu Zhuqing, their naked limbs intertwined in a comfortable, intimate embrace.
They spent the next hour in a lazy, blissful haze, their conversation a soft murmur of shared secrets and happy, tired sighs. When they finally emerged from the master suite, they found Zhang Tian in the kitchen, a simple apron tied around his waist, the air filled with the delicious aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee.
After a late, leisurely breakfast, a new kind of energy began to fill the air. The sated contentment of the morning was replaced by a sharp, focused anticipation.
"So," Zhang Tian began, setting his empty coffee cup down with a soft click. "Our first day as residents of Heaven Dou City. What should we do?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. "Shopping? There's a new boutique on the Azure Phoenix Avenue that I've been dying to check out. And then maybe that new dessert house…"
"No," Zhu Zhuqing's voice was a low, firm counterpoint. "We have rested enough. We have celebrated enough." She looked at Zhang Tian, her dark eyes burning with a new, fierce intensity. "It is time we began our training."
Zhang Tian smiled, a proud, satisfied expression on his face. "I agree." He looked at them both, his gaze steady and serious. "Our foundations are solid. Our power has taken a quantum leap. But power without experience is a useless thing. It is time we tested ourselves. It is time we made our debut in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena."
The Great Spirit Arena of Heaven Dou City was not just a building; it was a city unto itself. It was a colossal, circular behemoth of grey stone and polished marble, a monument to the empire's obsession with combat and glory. The roar that emanated from within was a constant, living thing, the sound of a thousand battles being fought and a million bets being won and lost.
The registration hall was a chaotic, beautiful mess. Hundreds of Spirit Masters, from fresh-faced youths to grizzled veterans, milled about, their auras a clashing, vibrant tapestry of power. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, steel, and the sharp, ozonic tang of spirit power.
Three figures, their identities concealed behind elegant, enigmatic masks, moved through the crowd with a calm, purposeful grace that set them apart from the boisterous chaos. They walked to the registration desk for the three-on-three team battles, their Bronze Spirit Badges from Suotuo City a small, almost insignificant detail in this sea of high-level combatants.
"Team name?" the clerk, a bored-looking woman with a perpetually tired expression, asked without looking up.
"Treasure Silver Civet," Zhang Tian's calm voice replied.
The clerk scribbled the name down. "Tier?"
"Spirit Ancestor," he said.
The clerk finally looked up, a flicker of surprise in her tired eyes. She looked at their simple bronze badges, then back at their masked faces. "Spirit Ancestor tier with merely bronze badges? You better be careful in the match. Your first match will be in an hour. Arena 32. Don't be late."
They took their registration slip and found a quiet corner in the waiting area, their presence drawing a few curious, but ultimately unimpressed, glances. They were a new team, an unknown variable, and in the brutal, unforgiving world of the arena, unknowns did not usually last very long.
An hour later, their name flashed on the massive display board.
"Team Battle, Spirit Ancestor Tier, Arena 32: Thunderfire Trio versus Treasure Silver Civet!"
They made their way to the designated arena. It was a large, open stage, the stone floor already scarred with the marks of a thousand battles. The stands were packed, the crowd a roaring, faceless beast.
Their opponents were already waiting. They were a trio of young men from the prestigious Blazing Academy, their red and gold uniforms a stark, arrogant statement of their lineage.
The one in the center was tall and muscular, his short, spiky red hair seeming to crackle with a latent energy. This was Huo Lie, a Level 43 Power Attack type, with his 'Volcanic Ape' Martial Spirit.
To his right stood a thin, wiry youth with a perpetual, mocking sneer on his face. Lei Dong, a Level 42 Agility Attack type, with his 'Lightning Leopard' spirit.
And on their left was their control type, Yan Feng, a Level 41 Spirit Ancestor, whose 'Blazing Serpent' spirit was known for its constricting, burning coils.
"Look what we have here," Huo Lie sneered, his voice loud enough for the front rows to hear. "A new team. And a support master? In a three-on-three match? This is going to be easy."
The referee, a seasoned Spirit Emperor, stepped to the center of the stage. "Both teams ready?" he asked, his voice a bored, professional drone. He received two curt nods.
"Then let the battle… begin!"
The moment the word left his lips, the arena exploded.
"Take out the support master first! Lei Dong, go!" Huo Lie roared, his body already erupting in a wave of searing heat as he possessed his spirit.
Lei Dong was a blur of purple lightning. He was on Ning Rongrong in an instant, his hands crackling with electrical energy, his speed terrifying.
But just as he was about to strike, a brilliant, impossible light erupted from the girl in the silver pagoda mask.
Ning Rongrong summoned her Martial Spirit.
It was not the familiar, seven-storied pagoda that the world knew. It was a magnificent, nine-tiered tower of pure, shimmering, nine-colored light. It pulsed with a power so profound, so holy, that it seemed to silence the very roar of the crowd for a single, breathless instant.
In the announcer's booth, high above the arena, a veteran commentator who had seen thousands of battles, dropped his microphone with a loud clatter.
"By the heavens…" he breathed, his voice a choked, disbelieving whisper that was accidentally broadcast to the entire arena. "That's… that's impossible… The Nine Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda? But the defect… it was supposed to be unbreakable! A support-type Spirit Master with the potential to become a Titled Douluo… a legend is being born before our very eyes!"
The crowd, which had been roaring for blood, was now a sea of stunned, silent faces, their minds struggling to process the miracle they had just witnessed.
But the shocks were just beginning.
As Ning Rongrong's pagoda unleashed its brilliant, fifty-percent buffs on her two teammates, Zhu Zhuqing moved.
She released her spirit rings.
Yellow.
Yellow.
Purple.
And then…
A deep, menacing, and utterly, completely impossible ring of pure, unadulterated BLACK.
The silence in the arena was now so profound it was a physical thing. The ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring pulsed with a dark, ancient power, a stark, terrifying contrast to the holy light of Ning Rongrong's pagoda.
The announcer fumbled for his microphone, his hand trembling. "A… a black ring… as her fourth spirit ring…" he stammered, his voice cracking. "Ladies and gentlemen… I… I don't know what I am seeing. To absorb a ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring as a Spirit Ancestor… it is a feat that has never, ever been recorded in the history of the Douluo Continent! It is a physical impossibility! This girl… she is not a genius! She is a monster!"
To avoid drawing a third, reality-shattering wave of shock, Zhang Tian made a quiet, subtle adjustment. He used his Blood Silver Domain, a power no one could see, to alter the appearance of his own fourth spirit ring. When he released his own configuration, it was two yellow and two purple rings. A perfect, optimal configuration for a genius, yes. But a believable one.
The battle, which had been paused for a few, heart-stopping seconds of shared, global shock, now resumed with a new, terrifying intensity.
Lei Dong, the Lightning Leopard, who had been frozen in his charge, shook his head, his professional instincts overriding his disbelief. He renewed his attack on Ning Rongrong.
But the girl he was attacking was no longer a simple support master.
She moved. Her feet blurred, tracing the complex, ethereal patterns of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. She evaded his lightning-fast lunge with a grace that was almost insulting.
"Too slow," she taunted, her voice a clear, confident chime.
While she dodged, she was not idle. Her hands moved, and a swirling, unstable sphere of pure, nine-colored spirit power began to form in her palm.
"What is she doing?!" Huo Lie roared from across the stage. "A support master is attacking?!"
Ning Rongrong just smiled behind her mask. She lunged forward, not away from Lei Dong, but towards him. She slammed her Swirling Sphere directly into his chest.
BOOM!
The Lightning Leopard user was thrown backwards as if he had been hit by a battering ram, a smoking crater in his uniform, his body crackling with residual energy. He crashed to the ground, unconscious.
The crowd stared, their minds completely blown. A Nine Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda user had just, in a one-on-one confrontation, taken out an agility-type Spirit Ancestor of a higher rank.
But the symphony of destruction was not over.
While Ning Rongrong was dealing with her own opponent, Zhu Zhuqing had become a goddess of elemental death.
She faced the Blazing Serpent, Yan Feng. He had tried to bind her with his burning coils, but she had met his fire with her own.
Her third spirit ability, Eclipse Ray Strike, was no longer just a beam of darkness. It was a concentrated lance of pure, roaring flame. It incinerated his serpent coils and slammed into his chest, leaving a deep, cauterized wound.
He staggered back, his spirit broken.
The final opponent, the powerful Volcanic Ape, Huo Lie, was trapped. He was caught in a dense, inescapable cage of crimson vines, the creation of the silent, terrifying man in the red mask. He roared and smashed against the vines, but they were impossibly tough, and for every one he broke, two more would take its place.
The first match was over in less than a minute. It was not a battle. It was an execution.
They fought four more times that day.
Their second match was against another team from the Blazing Academy, this one specializing in wide-area fire attacks. Zhu Zhuqing simply smiled behind her mask. She met their inferno with her own blizzard, her Eclipse Ray Strike now a beam of pure, crystalline ice that froze their flames and their bodies solid.
Their third match was against a team from the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, a team that featured a powerful flying-type Spirit Master with a Stormwind Eagle spirit. He took to the air, confident in his aerial superiority. Zhang Tian simply looked up, and a single, crimson vine shot from the ground with impossible speed, wrapping around the eagle's ankle and yanking it from the sky like a plucked chicken.
Their fourth match was a strange, almost personal affair. It was against a new, up-and-coming team from the new Shrek Academy. They were three individuals, one power attack type, one was agility type, and the final one was a support type and all three of them were in the late stage of the Spirit Ancestor level and their age was more than 25.
Ning Rongrong took a personal, vicious pleasure in this match. She specifically targeted the three of them, her movements a blur, her taunts sharp and cutting. She didn't defeat them quickly. She played with them, her Swirling Spheres of pure spirit power a constant, harassing threat that left them bruised, battered, and utterly humiliated.
Their final match was against a team of pure defense-type Spirit Masters, a trio of walking fortresses.
Zhu Zhuqing just smiled. "My turn to play."
Her fourth, black spirit ring flared to life. "Abyssal Clones."
Four perfect, identical copies of herself, each one radiating the same terrifying power, appeared on the stage. The five Zhuqings attacked from five different directions at once, a whirlwind of darkness, fire, and ice that overwhelmed the defensive team's coordinated shields in a matter of seconds.
By the end of the day, the Treasure Silver Civet team had fought five matches. They had won five matches. And they had done so with a display of power so overwhelming, so utterly, completely monstrous, that the entire Great Spirit Arena was in an uproar.
The name "Treasure Silver Civet" was on the lips of every single person in the capital. They were no longer an unknown. They were a legend in the city now.
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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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