The afternoon sun was a warm, gentle weight, its golden rays streaming through the tall, arched windows of the master suite, painting long stripes of light across a scene of peaceful, sleepy disarray.
Ning Rongrong was the first to stir.
She let out a soft, contented groan, her body a single, glorious ache. It was not the sharp, intimate soreness of the night after their engagement, but the deep, satisfying ache of muscles that had been pushed to their absolute limit. Five high-intensity battles in a single day, against five different teams of Spirit Ancestors, had taken their toll.
She stretched her arms above her head, her back arching in a graceful, cat-like movement. The fine, transparent white silk of her nightgown, a bold and beautiful garment that left little to the imagination, pulled taut against her perfect, large-breasted body, the fabric becoming almost invisible against the pale, flawless skin of her torso.
Her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was the beautiful, sleeping face of her best friend, Zhu Zhuqing, nestled against the pillows beside her. The second thing she noticed was the empty space on her other side.
'Hmm? Where did he go?'
Her movement, slight as it was, woke Zhu Zhuqing. She opened her dark, beautiful eyes slowly, a serene, cat-like smile gracing her lips as she took in her surroundings. She too felt the profound, bone-deep weariness from their victories.
Her own nightgown, a scandalously seductive creation of sheer black lace, had ridden up high on her thighs during the night. The plunging neckline had slipped to one side, revealing the magnificent upper swell of one of her very large breasts, and the high-cut front offered a tantalizing glimpse of her flat, toned stomach and navel.
"Good morning," Zhu Zhuqing murmured, her voice a low, sleepy purr. She then noticed the empty space as well. "He's gone?"
Ning Rongrong pushed herself into a sitting position, a slight wince on her face. "It seems so. He must have woken up early." She pouted, a perfect, adorable expression of disappointment. "Hmph. And here I was hoping to wake up in his arms."
The two girls looked at each other, a shared, unspoken thought passing between them. They had both gone to bed last night utterly spent, their bodies and minds drained by the relentless combat. They had flanked him in the massive bed, as was their new custom, but they had fallen asleep almost instantly, their exhaustion overriding any other desires.
'I suppose it's for the best,' Ning Rongrong thought with a faint, internal sigh. 'My body still feels like it's been trampled by a herd of spirit beasts. I don't think I could have handled one of his… marathons last night.'
"Well, I'm starving," she declared, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Let's go find Ah Yin. Maybe he told her where he was going before he left."
"That seems likely," Zhu Zhuqing agreed, her own movements slow and deliberate as she sat up, her body protesting the simple action. 'Five battles in one day was… ambitious. But the experience was invaluable.'
They padded out of the master suite, their bare feet silent on the cool, polished wooden floors of the quiet mansion. They made their way to the secluded servants' wing at the far end of the estate, their elegant nightgowns a strange, beautiful sight in the bright, afternoon light.
They stopped before the simple, unassuming door of Ah Yin's chamber. It was closed, and a quiet, peaceful silence emanated from within.
Ning Rongrong raised a hand and knocked gently.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Ah Yin?" she called out, her voice soft. "Are you in there? It's us, Rongrong and Zhuqing."
Inside the chamber, the world was a warm, dark, and incredibly comfortable cocoon of sated bliss.
The first thing Ah Yin registered was a distant, muffled sound. It was an annoyance, a disruption to the perfect, peaceful dream she was having. She was floating in a warm, crimson sea, held securely in the arms of her handsome, powerful Emperor.
The second thing she registered was the magnificent, heavy weight on her own magnificent, heavy breasts.
Her eyes fluttered open.
The room was dim, the heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. She was naked, tangled in a heap of blood-red silk sheets that smelled of their mingled sweat and passion. And she was not alone.
Zhang Tian was fast asleep beside her, his own naked body a masterpiece of corded muscle and raw, masculine power. One of his strong, possessive arms was wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her to his side. His other hand… his other hand was resting squarely on her breast, his fingers gently kneading the soft, full flesh even in his sleep.
A slow, contented, and deeply satisfied smile spread across her beautiful face. The memory of their night, of the hours of raw, untamed passion, was a warm, smoldering ember deep within her.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound came again, louder this time, more insistent. And with it, a familiar, cheerful voice.
"Ah Yin? Are you in there? It's us, Rongrong and Zhuqing. Sorry to bother you, are you awake?"
Ah Yin's blood ran cold.
Her eyes snapped open, the sleepy, sensual haze instantly replaced by a sharp, adrenaline-fueled panic.
'Oh, no!' her mind screamed. 'They're here! At my door! And he's… he's still here! In my bed! They can't see him! They can't!'
She tried to move, to gently pry his hand off her breast, to slip out of his iron-clad embrace. But it was useless. He was in a deep, profound sleep, his grip as unyielding as a mountain. He just let out a soft, sleepy groan and pulled her even closer, his hand giving her breast an unconscious, possessive squeeze.
"Ah…" A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
"Ah Yin?" Ning Rongrong's voice came again from outside the door, a note of concern in her tone. "Are you alright? You sound… strange."
Ah Yin's mind raced, a thousand desperate plans forming and collapsing in an instant. She couldn't hide him. She couldn't make him disappear. She had to lie. She had to be convincing.
She took a deep, shaky breath, forcing her voice to sound groggy and thick with sleep, a task made easier by the very real, breathless moan that escaped her as Zhang Tian's thumb brushed against her hard, sensitive nipple.
"Mmmph… who… who is it?" she called out, her voice a perfect imitation of a woman being rudely awoken from a deep slumber.
"It's us!" Ning Rongrong's cheerful voice replied. "We're so sorry to wake you! But we were just wondering if you've seen Zhang Tian this morning? He wasn't in our room when we woke up."
Ah Yin's heart hammered against her ribs. This was it. The performance of a lifetime.
She let out a long, theatrical yawn, which was punctuated by another genuine, sharp gasp as Zhang Tian's fingers found her nipple again and gave it a gentle, playful pinch.
"Ahh… yes… my apologies, Young Misses," she said, her voice a strained, breathless sound. "I… I am a bit tired. I woke up very early this morning, you see."
"Oh?" Zhu Zhuqing's cooler, more analytical voice joined the conversation. "Why so early?"
"I… mmm… I had to go to the market," Ah Yin explained, her mind racing to construct a plausible narrative. "To purchase fresh ingredients for your lunch and dinner today. And then, when I returned, there was so much cleaning to do… the mansion is so large. I suppose I overexerted myself a bit. I only just lay down for a short nap a little while ago."
She paused, then added the final, crucial piece of her deception. "Just before I came to rest, Master Zhang Tian came to my quarters. He said he was also heading out, to the market. He mentioned something about… ahh… an important task. Something about gathering information on the new items that will be presented in the Auction Hall this week."
There was a moment of silence from outside the door. Ah Yin held her breath. Had they bought it?
"Oh, I see!" Ning Rongrong's voice was filled with a bright, understanding relief. "The auction! Of course! He's always looking for new, strange materials for his research."
"That makes sense," Zhu Zhuqing's voice added, the note of suspicion gone. "Thank you, Ah Yin. And please, don't overwork yourself. You should rest. We can manage on our own for a while."
"Thank you, Young Misses," Ah Yin breathed, a wave of profound relief washing over her. "You are too kind."
She heard their light, receding footsteps as they walked away down the corridor. She waited until their presence had completely vanished from her senses before she finally let out the breath she had been holding in a long, shaky sigh.
She looked down at the magnificent, powerful man still sleeping soundly in her arms, completely oblivious to the high-stakes drama he had just caused. A mixture of profound love, deep exasperation, and a simmering, rekindled desire washed over her.
She began to shake him, gently at first, then with more force. "Zhang Tian," she said, her voice a low, urgent murmur. "Wake up, you lazy Emperor. Your little wives just almost caught us."
He let out a low, sleepy groan, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at her, at her beautiful, naked body, and a slow, lazy, and incredibly sensual smile spread across his face. He didn't seem to register her words. He just leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, possessive, morning-after kiss.
She melted into it for a moment, her own desire stirring once more, before she pushed him back, a frantic, worried look on her face.
"No, listen to me!" she said, her voice a sharp, urgent hiss. "Rongrong and Zhuqing were just here! At the door! I had to lie to them! I told them you went to the market!"
That finally seemed to penetrate the sleepy, sensual haze of his mind. He sat up, his expression instantly clearing, a look of sharp, alert intelligence in his blue eyes.
"They were here?" he asked, a flicker of genuine alarm in his voice.
She quickly recounted the close call, her voice a mixture of lingering panic and a faint, triumphant pride in her own quick thinking.
He let out a long sigh of relief. "You did well," he said, his voice filled with a genuine, heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you, Ah Yin." He leaned in and kissed her again, this time a soft, tender gesture of appreciation.
He looked around the room, at the bright afternoon sun streaming through the windows. "Gods, what time is it?"
"It's almost noon," she replied.
"I see," he said.
Ah Yin then looked at him, a teasing, pouty expression on her beautiful face. "You are truly an overbearing beast during sex, you know that?" she said, her voice a mixture of complaint and a deep, underlying satisfaction. "If it weren't for my healing abilities, I am certain I would not be able to walk for an entire week. You were so rough."
He just grinned, a wicked, unrepentant light in his eyes. "You loved every second of it."
"Hmph. That I did," she admitted with a soft, happy sigh.
He sat up, pulling her with him. "Come on," he said, his voice a low, promising rumble. "We should wash up." He grabbed her hand and pulled his beautiful, naked lover towards the adjoining bathroom. "I think you need a long, hot bath to soothe those sore muscles of yours. And I," he added, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl, "will be more than happy to help you wash."
The bathroom in Ah Yin's private quarters was a sanctuary of steam and marble. The tub was a massive, sunken affair, large enough to be a small, private hot spring, its polished white surface gleaming in the soft light filtering through a frosted glass window. The air was thick with the warm, humid scent of soap and their mingled passion.
Zhang Tian stood in the center of the room, his naked body a masterpiece of corded muscle and raw, masculine power. He looked at the magnificent woman before him, her own naked form a breathtaking symphony of mature, seductive curves, and a slow, possessive smile spread across his lips.
"I believe I promised to help you wash," he said, his voice a low, rumbling purr.
Ah Yin just giggled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated deep in his chest. She stepped into the massive tub, the hot, steaming water lapping at her ankles, then her knees, then her magnificent, curvaceous ass. She settled into the water with a soft, contented sigh, her magnificent, heavy breasts floating tantalizingly on the surface.
He followed her in, the water warm and inviting against his skin. He knelt behind her and took a soft, silk cloth, lathering it with a fragrant, floral-scented soap.
"Allow me," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate sound against her ear.
He began to wash her back, his hands moving with a tender reverence. He traced the elegant curve of her spine, the delicate shape of her shoulder blades, the flawless, pale skin that was still faintly marked with the red imprints of his possessive hands from the night before.
She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, a low, contented purr-like sound vibrating in her throat. "Mmm… that feels wonderful, my love," she sighed, her eyes closing in bliss.
He continued his gentle ministrations, his hands moving to her shoulders, her arms, his touch a soft, loving caress. But as he worked, a mischievous, playful glint entered Ah Yin's crimson eyes.
The game was not over yet.
She shifted her weight, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement. She turned her back to him, pretending to reach for the soap. As she did, she "accidentally" rubbed her wet, magnificent, and incredibly curvaceous buttocks directly against his groin.
He felt the soft, firm flesh press against his already-hardening dick, and his breath hitched.
'She's doing this on purpose,' he thought, a dark, amused fire igniting in his eyes.
"Oh, dear," she said, her voice a perfect imitation of innocent clumsiness. "I seem to have dropped the soap."
She then proceeded to bend over, very, very slowly, giving him a breathtaking, explicit, and utterly magnificent view of her plump, rounded ass cheeks parting to reveal the delicate, pink folds of her pussy and the tight, puckered rosebud of her asshole.
That was it.
His control, which had been tenuous at best, shattered completely.
A low, guttural growl was torn from his throat. He grabbed her by the hips, his grip hard and possessive, and pulled her back against him.
"You are a wicked, wicked woman, Ah Yin," he snarled, his voice a rough, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated lust.
She let out a soft, triumphant giggle, but it was quickly cut short as she felt the hard, thick length of his dick press insistently against the crack of her ass.
"Zhang Tian… wait…" she began, her voice a breathless, feigned protest. "No… please… I'm still so sore from last night… we can't…"
Her words were meant to be a deterrent, a playful, token resistance. But to him, in his state of raw, primal arousal, they were gasoline on an already raging fire.
"You think you have a choice in the matter?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He bit her shoulder, not gently this time, but with a sharp, possessive force that made her cry out.
'Yes…' her mind screamed in a silent, ecstatic chorus. 'That's it. Get angry. Take me. I want to feel your power, my Emperor. Show me how much you want me.'
He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her forward, pinning her against the cool, smooth marble side of the massive tub. He hiked one of her long, beautiful legs up, resting her calf on the edge of the tub, giving him perfect access to her wet, waiting core.
He entered her with a single, deep, powerful thrust that made the water in the tub slosh violently.
"AHH!" she screamed, her voice a high, keening sound of pure, ecstatic shock as he filled her completely.
He began to fuck her, his rhythm hard and relentless. The water churned around them, splashing against the marble floor, a chaotic, beautiful symphony of their passion.
He pulled her from the tub, her body slick and wet, and pinned her against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom, her feet dangling inches from the floor. He fucked her there, her magnificent, heavy breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, her moans of pleasure echoing off the tiles.
Finally, he laid her on the soft, plush bath mat on the floor, her body a boneless, quivering heap of bliss. He lifted one of her legs high, resting it on his shoulder, and fucked her in a final, deep, and incredibly powerful round that left them both breathless and spent.
An hour later, they emerged from the bathroom, their bodies clean, their lust finally, truly, sated. They dressed in fresh, elegant clothing, the earlier tension replaced by a deep, comfortable intimacy.
"I have to go now," Zhang Tian said, his voice soft. He walked to her and pulled her into a final, lingering embrace. "I have to make your lie a reality."
She just smiled and kissed him deeply. "Be safe, my love."
He walked through the bustling, vibrant streets of Heaven Dou City, a man on a mission. He was not just shopping; he was performing. He was creating the alibi that would protect their secret.
He moved with a quiet, purposeful grace, his handsome face drawing more than a few appreciative glances from the passing ladies. He first found a small, exclusive boutique that specialized in handcrafted dresses.
'For Rongrong,' he thought, his eyes scanning the racks of colorful silks, 'it must be elegant, noble, but with a touch of youthful vibrancy.'
He found it. A beautiful gown of the finest, leaf-green silk, its color a perfect match for the vibrant life force of her spirit. It was a simple, classic design, but it was adorned with intricate, hand-embroidered patterns of silver thread that shimmered in the light.
He then found a small, dusty shop that sold antique curiosities. In a glass case, he saw it. A beautiful, handcrafted music box, its wooden case inlaid with a beautiful Bright Silver Pearl. He asked the shopkeeper to play it, and a soft, gentle, and incredibly soothing melody filled the small shop. It was a melody he had heard Ning Rongrong hum to herself on more than one occasion. He bought it without a moment's hesitation.
For Zhu Zhuqing, the choice was different. He found a different kind of boutique, one that specialized in more… daring fashions. He chose a stunning dress of the purest, snow-white silk. It was a stark, beautiful contrast to her dark, mysterious aura, a dress that would highlight her elegant, seductive beauty in a way that was both angelic and devilish.
His final gift for her was a more personal one. He found a master weaponsmith and commissioned a set of small, perfectly balanced throwing daggers, their blades forged from a dark, star-patterned steel, their hilts wrapped in sleek, black leather. It was a gift that acknowledged not just her beauty, but her heart as a fighter.
His final stop was a shadowy, nondescript building in a back alley. It was the den of one of the city's most well-connected information brokers. He inquired about the upcoming grand auction at the Heaven Dou Auction Hall.
The broker, a small, weaselly man with eyes that missed nothing, provided him with a detailed list. The main attraction, he explained, was a seventeen-thousand-year-old Torso Spirit Bone, from a rare, earth-attribute Armored Mountain Beast.
'A seventeen-thousand-year-old torso bone is valuable, yes,' Zhang Tian thought, his expression one of polite, but ultimately unimpressed, interest. 'But not for me or my women. Our strength has surpassed the need for such simple enhancements.'
He paid the broker for his time and left, his errands complete.
He returned to the estate in the late evening. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the tranquil garden. He found Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in the courtyard, in the middle of a light, graceful spar, their movements a beautiful, harmonious dance.
They stopped the moment they saw him, their faces lighting up with happy, welcoming smiles.
"You're back!" Ning Rongrong chirped, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck.
"How was your day?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, her own voice a low, warm murmur as she joined the hug.
He laughed, kissing both of their foreheads. "It was… productive."
They settled in the grand living room, a comfortable, happy tangle of limbs on the massive sofa.
"So, what did you find out?" Ning Rongrong asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Any interesting rumors in the city?"
"A few," he said, launching into his carefully crafted narrative. "It seems our debut at the arena caused quite a stir. The name 'Treasure Silver Civet' is on everyone's lips. They are calling Rongrong the 'Battle Pagoda Princess', and Zhuqing the 'Tri-Elemental Demoness'."
The two girls blushed, pleased with their new, impressive titles.
"And," he added, his expression turning more serious, "I have presents."
He produced the gifts he had bought, and the room was filled with their delighted, happy cries. Ning Rongrong was enchanted by the music box, her eyes misty as she listened to its familiar, beautiful melody. Zhu Zhuqing held the daggers with a reverent, almost sacred touch, her warrior's heart recognizing the profound, personal nature of the gift.
They spent the next hour in a state of blissful, domestic peace, the two girls modeling their new dresses for him, his appreciative gazes and compliments their reward.
Finally, as the night deepened, he looked at them, his expression turning serious once more.
"My loves," he began, his voice a calm, steady sound that immediately captured their full attention. "We will not be going to the Great Spirit Arena again for a while."
The statement was so sudden, so unexpected, that it left them both momentarily speechless.
"What?" Ning Rongrong finally managed to say, her face a mask of pure, bewildered confusion. "But why? We were doing so well! I was just getting into the rhythm of it! I wanted to show off my new skills!"
He took their hands, his gaze direct and unwavering. "Because our debut was too explosive," he explained, his voice a low, strategic murmur. "And we have revealed many shocking things that has completely overturned the world. It's your Nine Treasure Pagoda, and Zhuqing's black ring… Due to this…we have become the center of attention. Every major power in this city is now watching us, analysing us."
He squeezed their hands gently. "Well, their analysis isn't all that detrimental to us. Even if they analyse us as best as they can, it won't matter much. But for now, we must wait. Let the rumors spread. Let the great factions of the city—the Imperial Family, the other academies, even the Spirit Hall—wonder about us. Let them speculate. I believe it won't take too long before one of them takes the initiative to contact us."
The two girls looked at each other, and then back at him. They saw the deep, unwavering wisdom in his eyes, the cold, hard logic of his strategy. They nodded in unison, their trust in him absolute.
They settled back onto the sofa, the girls leaning against him, a comfortable, peaceful silence filling the room.
Zhang Tian held his two beautiful, powerful fiancées close, a profound sense of contentment washing over him.
His focus shifted, his mind already moving to the next, grander stage. The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Grand Tournament.
'We are strong enough to win,' he thought, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. 'Our individual power is monstrous. Our teamwork is flawless. Now… I just need to find the right team, the right academy, to use as our vessel. An institution that will allow us to participate, to dominate, and to reap the greatest possible rewards from our inevitable victory.'
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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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