The golden rays of the afternoon sun slowly crept past the heavy, velvet curtains of the opulent guest chamber within the Zhu Family manor. The air inside the room was incredibly thick, carrying the heavy, intoxicating musk of sweat, spilled spirit-wine, and the raw, lingering scent of unbridled passion. It was only well into the afternoon that Zhang Tian finally slowed his relentless, punishing pace. He hadn't stopped for a single moment since the moon had been high in the sky, his newly forged Life Spirit Core supplying him with an endless, surging tide of vitality. He wasn't tired in the slightest, but the woman beneath him was completely, utterly exhausted.
With a wet, echoing squelch, Zhang Tian finally pulled his massive, aching erection out of her tight, utterly ravaged pussy.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue let out a long, breathless, and incredibly relieved sigh, her entire voluptuous milf body melting into the damp silk sheets like a puddle of warm wax. Her mind was a chaotic, spinning vortex of absolute ecstasy and profound submission. The sheer, overwhelming physical pleasure she had experienced over the past several hours had completely shattered her aristocratic pride, rewriting her very soul to crave the devastating dominance of the man hovering over her.
Zhang Tian shifted his weight, pulling her limp, sweat-slicked body flush against his own. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, dragging her up so her head rested comfortably on the pillows. He didn't just let her sleep immediately; he wanted to enjoy his newly conquered prize. He buried his face into her incredibly soft, massive breasts, nuzzling the deep, fragrant cleavage before opening his mouth to take one of her swollen, dark pink nipples between his lips.
"Ahhh... mmph..." Duchess Zhu Wanyue moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as a fresh wave of electricity shot straight to her core. Her hands weakly came up to tangle in his dark red hair, instinctively pulling him closer to her chest.
He played with her large breasts lazily, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peaks, while his hands gently stroked her curvaceous, jiggly buttocks. As they rested in this highly intimate, scandalous embrace, Zhang Tian decided it was time to establish the new, permanent reality of their relationship.
"You did perfectly last night, Wanyue," Zhang Tian murmured against her soft skin, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made her shiver. "But now that you have willingly submitted your body and soul to me, we need to have a serious talk about what you must do now that you are officially my slut."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue's breath hitched at the degrading, yet incredibly thrilling word. In her exhausted, highly sensitive state, she didn't even attempt to deny it. She just whimpered softly, "Yes, Master. Whatever you wish of me."
Zhang Tian chuckled, a dark, amused sound. He pulled back slightly, his icy blue eyes locking onto her flushed, beautiful face. "First of all, drop the 'Master' title. It is far too generic. From now on, when we are alone behind closed doors, you will refer to me as your 'Son-in-Law'. And I shall call you my dear 'Mother-in-Law', or simply Wanyue. It makes things so much more entertaining for me."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue's cheeks burned with an impossibly bright red blush. The sheer, taboo nature of the titles was scandalous, a blatant mockery of the family structure she had served for decades.
"Yes... yes, Son-in-Law," Duchess Zhu Wanyue whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of deep shame and perverse excitement.
"Good girl," Zhang Tian praised her, kissing her lips softly before getting down to business. "Firstly... I am going to take you away from this miserable mansion. After all, since you are my slut, you belong in my territory. You will work for me, live in my home, and pleasure me with this incredible body of yours regularly."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue was far too physically tired and mentally broken to even think she could possibly resist Zhang Tian's supreme authority. She just let out a soft, compliant "Hmm," burying her face in his neck.
But as the reality of his words fully set in, a sudden spike of anxiety pierced through her exhausted haze. She looked up at him, her dark, feline eyes filled with genuine worry.
"But... but how will you take me away from the Zhu Family mansion, Son-in-Law?" Duchess Zhu Wanyue asked, her voice laced with fear. "My husband... Zhenhong... he will never, ever let me go. I am the Duchess. If I suddenly vanish, or if you attempt to leave with me, he will summon the Imperial Guards, the Enshrinement Elders... it would cause a massive, bloody incident. He views me as his property, essential for the family's image."
Zhang Tian smiled, an expression of absolute, unshakeable confidence that made her heart skip a beat.
"Your husband won't really have a choice in the matter, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian said to her, his tone turning incredibly domineering, leaving absolutely no room for doubt or argument. "I do not care about his pride or his guards. I will simply take you away by force, even if Duke Zhu Zhenhong doesn't agree. I will tear down the gates of this estate if I must. You are mine now, and no man in this empire can stop me from claiming what is mine."
His domineering, absolute tone seemed to possess a magical, intoxicating charm that struck the deepest chords of her submissive nature. Duchess Zhu Wanyue blushed fiercely, her heart pounding against her ribs. She absolutely loved this powerful, domineering way he told her that he would take her away by force. For her entire life, she had been subjected to the petty, cowardly scheming of Duke Zhu Zhenhong; to finally be claimed by a man who possessed the raw, world-ending power to back up his arrogance was an incredible, thrilling relief.
However, her ingrained sense of duty to the family name she had carried for so long still flickered weakly within her. She bit her lower lip, her hands sliding down to rest against his broad chest.
She then seemed to think of something, her eyes pleading. "Son-in-Law... as your devoted slut, can I... can I please beg you to do something for me?"
Zhang Tian was somewhat highly pleased with her meek, submissive tone. He squeezed her curvaceous, plush buttocks firmly, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips, and asked her, "What is it, Wanyue? Speak."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue looked into his eyes, her voice a desperate, soft whisper. "I beg you... please do not take me away from this place forcibly. At least, please do not let the outsiders, the imperial court, or the public know anything about my departure. I... I do not want to further harm the Zhu Family's prestige. After all, I have been the Duchess of this family for so long... it would deeply hurt me if this family's ancient prestige was completely destroyed and humiliated due to my scandalous actions like that."
She knew the Star Luo Empire was brutal. If the public found out the Duchess eloped with the enemy who had already stolen the two heiresses, the Zhu Family would become the laughingstock of the continent, and the Imperial Family might use it as an excuse to entirely pull the Zhu Family under its thumb.
Zhang Tian stared at her with a deeply amused look. He found her lingering attachment to the family's 'honor' quaint, but he was a man who appreciated her attachment to the family honor.
"Well..." Zhang Tian said to her, trailing his fingers up her spine, "concealing such a massive disappearance won't be difficult for me. I do have some profound ways to ensure the world remains blind. But well, Mother-in-Law, you will have to pay a very good price for this absolute secrecy. You will have to satiate some of my specific, personal wishes as well."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue didn't hesitate for a single second. "I will do anything, Son-in-Law. I agree to any of your wishes," she promised in a meek, entirely devoted tone.
Zhang Tian smirked triumphantly. He leaned down, once again enjoying her massive, heavy breasts with his mouth and his hands, aggressively sucking on her nipples until she writhed beneath him, making her moan loudly and shamelessly into the quiet room.
As he played with her ripe, voluptuous body, Zhang Tian secretly engaged his lower dantian. He began infusing a massive, steady stream of pure, emerald Life Energy directly into her exhausted meridians. The incredibly potent life force flooded her system. It would not only instantly improve her physical body and help her recover perfectly from the intense, bruising marathon of sex they just had, but it would also permanently enhance her stagnant cultivation talent. Crucially, the Life Energy was actively rewriting her cells, permanently halting her aging process and ensuring her skin and body would remain as flawless, tight, and incredibly young as it currently was. She currently certainly looked to be in the absolute prime of her beauty, with not a single, microscopic sign of age on her flawless face or her perfectly perky, massive breasts, and Zhang Tian intended to keep his new toy pristine forever.
"Ahhh... Son-in-Law, you feel so warm... so wonderful..." Duchess Zhu Wanyue moaned, feeling the miraculous, soothing energy repairing her soreness and filling her with a vibrant, youthful strength she hadn't felt in decades.
Well, as she melted against him, he soon clearly told her his wishes.
"Since you are to be my personal slut in Crimson Zenith City," Zhang Tian whispered against her collarbone, "you will wear different, highly sexy, scandalous clothing for me every single day. These garments will be worn privately, only for my eyes. You will take complete, devoted care of me as my personal maid. You will always, absolutely obey my orders, no matter what it is, no matter how degrading it is, and no matter where we are. Do you understand?"
These were some of the many, highly perverted wishes of his, but Duchess Zhu Wanyue knew that she could only accept them unconditionally. Especially after what had happened last night. She had truly, deeply loved every single agonizingly pleasurable second of it, as it was the very first time in her entire life she had felt and experienced such amazing, mind-shattering pleasure.
"I understand, Son-in-Law. I will be your perfect maid. Your perfect slut," Duchess Zhu Wanyue agreed, nodding her head vigorously.
Zhang Tian smiled, but then decided to test her boundaries and her perception of her husband just a bit more.
"You know, Wanyue," Zhang Tian mused aloud, acting as though he was pondering a business transaction. "Perhaps I shouldn't bother with secrecy. Perhaps I can just openly trade you away. I could simply approach Duke Zhu Zhenhong and officially gift your husband with some precious, heaven-defying immortal herbs to help him forcefully enhance his stagnant potential and become a Titled Douluo. From what I have seen of his arrogant, power-hungry personality, that Duke would definitely, gladly trade his own wife away for a guaranteed chance to become a Titled Douluo. Perhaps throwing in a good quality Spirit Bone of more than a hundred thousand years old of age would more than suffice to buy you legally."
At this moment, the Duchess was genuinely, profoundly touched that Zhang Tian considered her so incredibly valuable that he was actually willing to pay such an astronomically high, world-shaking price for her freedom. A hundred-thousand-year spirit bone was a treasure that even the legendary Super Douluo would fight over.
But the thought of her husband casually selling her off for power, even if she knew it was true, filled her with a deep, humiliating dread. She didn't want the transaction to be known.
She trembled slightly, wrapping her arms around him and whispering softly against his ear. "Son-in-Law... please. Can it... can it be done without letting my husband know at all?"
To persuade him, she actively, desperately used her large, heavy breasts, pressing them firmly against Zhang Tian's hard, muscular chest, rubbing her soft flesh against him and grinding her curvy hips against his thigh as though pleasing him so that he would accept her small, desperate request.
'She learns quickly,' Zhang Tian thought, immensely enjoying her proactive seduction.
Zhang Tian pretended to think for a bit, rubbing his chin before nodding slowly. "Your request is somewhat possible. I can utilize my divine abilities to create a huge, flawless illusion network across this entire estate. It can make it seem exactly as though you are still living in the mansion as usual. An illusory copy of you will go about your daily routines, attend meetings, and manage the servants."
He looked into her wide, amazed eyes. "And I will also specifically add a cognitive filter into the illusion for your husband, Duke Zhu Zhenhong, causing him to subconsciously, completely ignore you. He will see the illusion, assume you are busy, and never seek you out for conversation or intimacy. But remember, this profound matrix will only work within the physical boundaries of the Zhu Family residence. Your husband or even those who enter the Zhu Family Mansion will never, ever find out that you are actually gone from the mansion and living in my bed in my territory in Heaven Dou Empire."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue was profoundly shocked that Zhang Tian could even do something like this. Creating a permanent, autonomous, sentient illusion capable of fooling a Spirit Douluo and an entire household of guards was a feat that defied all logic. It was as though there was absolutely no limit to what he can do. He was officially just a Spirit Saint in rank, but he possessed such terrifying, god-like methods while still being exceptionally, physically strong enough to fuck her senseless for hours.
"You are incredible, Son-in-Law," Duchess Zhu Wanyue breathed, her eyes shining with absolute worship.
Zhang Tian's hand came down, delivering a sharp, resounding spank to her plush buttocks.
SMACK!
"Ah!" she yelped, her body jerking.
"Naturally, you should show your proper appreciation right now, Wanyue," Zhang Tian demanded, a wicked smirk on his face. "Forging and maintaining this large-scale illusion method will tire me out quite a bit as well. You need to relax my muscles."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue naturally didn't hesitate to begin showing her deep appreciation. She pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs. She began using her incredibly large, soft breasts and even her delicate hands to massage his heavily muscled chest and abdomen in a highly erotic, sensual manner. She leaned down, trapping his torso between her massive cleavage, sliding her oiled, sweaty skin over his muscles, while her hands worked the tension out of his shoulders.
"Mmm... you are quite skilled, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian sighed, closing his eyes as he certainly loved the incredibly soft, erotic massage.
After a few hours of this intensely pleasurable, slippery massage and a bit more playful intimacy, Zhang Tian, along with the Duchess, finally decided to get up from the ruined bed. They walked together into the luxurious, expansive adjoining bathroom, which featured a massive, sunken marble tub filled with warm, scented water.
They washed up together, and it was Duchess Zhu Wanyue who took on the role of his devoted maid. She knelt beside him in the water, carefully washing his broad, scarred body with her hands. She even lathered her own massive breasts generously with expensive, fragrant soap, pressing them against his back and using her chest to wash his body thoroughly, a highly erotic scrubbing that kept Zhang Tian entirely relaxed and incredibly aroused.
After they were finally done bathing and stepped out to dry off, the Duchess walked back into the bedroom and saw the absolute, shredded mess of her crimson silk dress from last night lying on the floor.
She turned and hugged Zhang Tian's arm, pressing her naked breasts against his bicep as she asked him softly, "Son-in-Law... what should I wear now? You tore apart my dress from last night."
Naturally, she didn't dare to blame him for ruining her expensive wardrobe, but rather asked the question purely as his submissive, eager slut seeking his command.
Zhang Tian smiled warmly. "Do not worry about such mundane things, Wanyue."
He raised his hand, his icy blue eyes glowing faintly. He used his divine-tier Blood Silver God spirit, manifesting several sleek, incredibly soft vines that resembled liquid silver and deep crimson silk. These specific vines were not conscious; he had deliberately, flawlessly cut off their intrinsic consciousness, utilizing their pure, durable physical form.
With a few fluid motions of his hand, he used them to weave and create beautiful, stunning clothing directly onto the Duchess's body. The vines rapidly intertwined, forming a gorgeous, elegant dark red dress with intricate silver embroidery. It hugged her massive breasts and wide hips perfectly, looking vastly superior and far more luxurious than any fabric she had ever owned. He then casually created a set of comfortable, dark, aristocratic clothing for himself.
"It is beautiful," Duchess Zhu Wanyue gasped, spinning around to admire the flawless fit of the spirit-forged dress in the mirror.
"Now," Zhang Tian told her, gently slapping her firm, clothed backside. "You should go down to the kitchens and make some food for me. Prepare lunch. I will be waiting for you tonight to continue your training."
The Duchess was pulled in and kissed by Zhang Tian heavily and passionately on her lips before she finally left the guest chamber, her heart fluttering with a mixture of absolute devotion and lingering lust.
Once that was done, and he was completely alone in the room, Zhang Tian's demeanor shifted to absolute, cold focus. He felt that he should immediately start setting up that complex illusion network before the Duke got any foolish ideas.
And for this monumental task, Zhang Tian released his Blood Silver God spirit. He deliberately didn't unleash the terrifying, oppressive power of any of his seven hundred-thousand-year-old spirit rings, so as to not alert the guards. Instead, he just silently, telepathically communicated with the vast, sprawling network of Blood Silver Grass that was currently flawlessly disguising itself as ordinary Blue Silver Grass all over the estate's gardens, walls, and courtyards.
He started to channel and infuse an immense, staggering amount of pure life force directly into the root systems while aggressively growing them and maturing them forcibly using his pure Life Spirit Power. He shared a massive, highly concentrated fraction of his Quasi-God level mental force with these specific Blood Silver Grass nodes, weaving them together into a unified, massive supercomputer.
Slowly, methodically, he started setting up an entire, invisible illusion network that targeted the mental force and perception of all individuals currently residing all over the vast territory of the Zhu Family Residence.
In this way, the matrix was established. Once activated, it would generate a perfect, flawless phantom of Duchess Zhu Wanyue. It would appear exactly as though the Duchess was living normally and going through her daily aristocratic life without any abnormalities to anyone who saw her. The illusionary version would even dynamically react, talk, and do all sorts of mundane things based entirely on the subconscious cognition and expectations of the individual interacting with her.
But there was another, far more insidious layer to the illusion. He wove a cognitive repulsion field which would ensure that no one—especially her husband or her aides—would ever want to talk or interact with her all that much, forcing them to subconsciously, casually ignore her presence and leave her alone.
Well, Zhang Tian didn't activate this massive illusionary formation set up using his Blood Silver Grass just yet, as it wasn't the right time for that. He would trigger it the moment they departed the city.
Just as he was finally done weaving the complex mental matrix, he let out a long, heavy sigh of genuine tiredness, rubbing his temples.
CLICK.
The heavy oak doors of the guest suite swung open. Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun confidently entered the chamber. The two gorgeous girls had incredibly clever, highly mischievous smirks plastered on their beautiful faces as they walked toward him, swaying their wide hips.
"So, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing purred, her feline eyes dancing with wicked amusement. "How was the taste of our mother last night?"
Zhang Tian's eyes narrowed playfully. He stepped forward with blinding speed, grabbing both of the naughty girls by the wrists. He effortlessly pulled the two of his wicked wives forward and pushed them firmly face-first against the wall.
"You two are incredibly wicked," Zhang Tian chuckled darkly, raising his hands and starting to deliver loud, stinging spanks to both of their firm, curvy buttocks.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Even scheming against your own husband like that. Spiking my food and throwing your mother into my bed."
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun absolutely loved the aggressive spanking, letting out breathy, pleasurable giggles as they pressed their breasts against the wall.
And in fact, Zhu Zhuqing was feeling incredibly bold today. She looked over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out slightly, and boldly spoke back to Zhang Tian.
"It wasn't scheming, Hubby! It was a reward," Zhu Zhuqing teased him breathlessly between spanks. "It was all because I clearly saw you secretly, hungrily ogling our mother's chest the day before yesterday when we first arrived at the mansion! Your eyes were basically undressing her! So, as a dutiful, loving wife, I thought of letting you thoroughly enjoy her."
Well, Zhang Tian completely couldn't speak back against what she said, as she had absolutely caught him red-handed in his perversion. Since he couldn't deny it, he just smirked and spanked her curvy, plush backside even more strongly, making her yelp in delight.
Well, after some time of playful, physical banter and a few stolen kisses against the wall, Zhang Tian felt his stomach rumble. He was somewhat intensely hungry after the immense energy expenditure of weaving the illusion network.
"Enough playing around, my kittens," Zhang Tian told them, stepping back and smoothing his robes. "Come along. Your mother should be completely done preparing lunch for us by now."
The two girls naturally didn't protest. They each happily walked up and held onto each of his strong arms, pressing their soft breasts against his biceps. The trio started to head out of the guest wing, navigating the opulent corridors towards the grand, private dining hall of the manor.
When they arrived, the table was already set with a lavish, steaming spread of exquisite delicacies. They each took their designated seats at the long, polished mahogany table. Zhang Tian sat comfortably on the wider side, occupying the center seat.
A moment later, Duchess Zhu Wanyue entered the hall, carrying the final silver platter. She looked absolutely radiant, her newly forged spirit-dress highlighting her massive curves, her face glowing with a youthful, highly satisfied flush. She gracefully took the seat directly opposite to Zhang Tian, while Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun sat intimately right next to him on either side.
As the servants were dismissed and the family began to eat in quiet, seemingly polite aristocratic silence, Zhang Tian's dark, perverted side took over.
Underneath the long, floor-length tablecloth, perfectly hidden from the view of the two daughters, Zhang Tian casually slipped off his shoe. He extended his long leg forward across the space beneath the table. He used his leg and deliberately, slowly placed his bare foot directly onto Duchess Zhu Wanyue's lap.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue stiffened instantly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth.
Zhang Tian didn't stop there. He began expertly using his toes to gently, erotically massage and play with her soft, slender abdomen. He slipped his foot slightly higher, his toes tracing the incredibly soft, warm skin of her midriff just beneath the fabric of her dress, applying a firm, agonizingly slow pressure that sent jolts of pure electricity straight down to her core.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue's face flushed a brilliant, panicked shade of crimson. Her breathing hitched, but she absolutely didn't dare to let out a single, suspicious sound or use her hands to stop him. She was utterly terrified of her daughters finding out, desperately wanting to ensure her precious Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun wouldn't find out anything about the scandalous, filthy reality of her and Zhang Tian's relationship from last night.
She forced herself to take a small bite of her food, chewing mechanically while her inner walls clenched uncontrollably around nothing, weeping slick moisture into her undergarments with every agonizingly slow, sensual caress of his toes against her belly.
"The food is exceptionally delicious today, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian commented aloud, his voice perfectly smooth and polite, though his icy blue eyes locked onto hers with a dark, knowing smirk. "You must have put a lot of... passionate effort into it."
"Th-thank you... Son-in-Law," Duchess Zhu Wanyue stammered softly, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her napkin, trying desperately not to squirm in her chair.
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, sitting right beside him, merely smiled and continued eating their lunch, completely, blissfully unaware of the highly scandalous, incredibly erotic game of submission their husband was currently playing with their mother right under their very noses.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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