The atmosphere within the grand, vaulted dining hall of the Zhu Family manor was exceptionally tense, though to the untrained eye, it appeared as nothing more than a quiet, aristocratic lunch. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, radiant glow over the polished mahogany table, illuminating the elaborate spread of roasted spirit-beast meats and delicate, steamed vegetables. Yet, beneath the heavy, floor-length velvet tablecloth, a scandalous, highly erotic game of subjugation was actively taking place.
Zhang Tian sat comfortably at the center of the table, his posture relaxed and exuding a natural, domineering grace. Directly across from him sat Duchess Zhu Wanyue. Her posture was rigid, her knuckles pale white as she gripped her silver fork. Hidden entirely from view, Zhang Tian's bare foot was currently pressed intimately against her lap. His toes trailed a slow, agonizingly sensual path upward, sliding over the smooth, sensitive skin of her abdomen, tracing the dip of her navel through the fine silk of her dress, before purposefully nudging higher to play with the heavy, soft undersides of her massive breasts.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue swallowed hard, a profound, flushed heat rising up her neck and spreading across her beautiful, mature face. Every time his toes pressed into the plush weight of her cleavage, a jolt of pure, liquid fire shot straight down to her core, causing her inner walls to clench involuntarily. She squeezed her thighs together, terrified of making a sound.
"Mother, you look exceedingly radiant today," Zhu Zhuqing suddenly spoke up, her dark feline eyes sparkling with hidden mischief as she took a sip of her tea. "Your skin seems to have become so much better right now. You are glowing, almost as though you have miraculously shed years of stress overnight. Did you discover some new, secret beauty technique? Or perhaps a special regimen that makes your skin so exceptionally beautiful?"
Zhu Zhuyun, sitting on Zhang Tian's other side, chimed in, a playful, knowing smirk dancing on her plush lips. "Yes, Mother. You look like a woman reborn. You must share your secrets with us. After all, preserving our youth is vital for Spirit Masters."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue nearly choked on her water. The toes beneath the table pressed harder against her breast, explicitly teasing her reaction. Her heart pounded furiously against her ribs as she desperately tried to conceal what had happened last night with Zhang Tian.
"Ah... it is nothing of the sort, my dear daughters," Duchess Zhu Wanyue stammered, frantically searching her mind for a plausible excuse. "It was... it was just a rare, imported herb. Yes. Some servants brought me a specialized, restorative herbal tea from the southern provinces yesterday afternoon. It might have rejuvenated my vitality and cleared some impurities from my skin."
"A rare herb, you say?" Zhu Zhuqing mused, leaning forward, resting her own sizable cleavage on the table. She smirked, a subtle, evil glint in her eye as she wanted to tease her mother more, fully believing the older woman had been thoroughly conquered by Zhang Tian's thick dick. And she did that flawlessly, without letting her mother know for a second that it was her and her elder sister's deliberate scheme to push her into their husband's bed. "I must ask the servants for the name of this herb. Its effects are truly potent."
"It must be a very potent herb indeed," Zhu Zhuyun agreed, nodding sagely.
Having seemingly accepted their mother's flimsy excuse, the two women then turned their attention to Zhang Tian. Their expressions shifted from playful teasing to adorable, pouting complaints.
"Speaking of restorative treatments, Hubby," Zhu Zhuyun began, crossing her arms under her breasts. "What exactly were you doing last night? We came to the guest wing to spend some intimate time with you, but your room was heavily locked from the inside."
"Yes, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing added, narrowing her eyes in a faux glare. "You even skipped morning breakfast today. Were you alright? Were you doing something exceedingly important last night that you had to lock us out? We had to sleep in another, much colder guest room last night due to that."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue's breath hitched, her eyes widening in sheer panic. She had absolutely no idea that her daughters already knew about her intense, marathon sex session with Zhang Tian last night. She was profoundly flustered, terrified that Zhang Tian might accidentally reveal the truth.
Zhang Tian, who knew exactly what his wicked wives were doing, happily played along with their little theatrical game. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine, his foot still actively massaging the soft under-curve of Zhu Wanyue's heavy breasts.
"My apologies, my dear kittens," Zhang Tian replied, a distinctly lewd, knowing grin spreading across his handsome face as he stared directly at Zhu Wanyue's blushing, sexy body. "I was somewhat busy with a rather urgent, highly sensitive matter that required my undivided attention for the entire night. It was a rigorous... physical cultivation exercise. It drained quite a bit of my stamina, hence why I rested through breakfast."
"A physical cultivation exercise?" Zhu Zhuqing giggled, her dark eyes flashing. "It must have been very demanding, Husband."
"Exceedingly demanding," Zhang Tian confirmed, his toes pinching the Duchess's nipple through her silk dress, causing her to let out a tiny, muffled squeak that she hastily disguised as a cough. "But the results were highly satisfying."
Zhu Wanyue's face burned with shame and a deeply forbidden, perverse thrill. The fact that he was openly teasing her, speaking of fucking her senseless while referring to it as a 'cultivation exercise' right in front of her daughters, was a psychological torment that made her dripping wet.
As they were finally done eating their lunch, the servants moved in to clear the plates. Zhang Tian withdrew his foot, allowing Zhu Wanyue to finally breathe a sigh of relief. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and addressed his two wives.
"Zhuqing, Zhuyun," Zhang Tian spoke smoothly, his tone turning serious. "My Mother-in-Law and I had a lengthy discussion this morning. She has told me that she wishes to accompany us when we leave. She wants to travel to our territory, Crimson Zenith City, in the Frostfall Province."
Zhu Wanyue stiffened, knowing she had to immediately play her part and make up a believable excuse for her sudden departure. She forced a calm, maternal expression onto her face, looking at her daughters.
"It is true," Duchess Zhu Wanyue stated softly, smoothing her dress. "After seeing the two of you again after so many years, I realize how much I have missed you. I want to spend more time with you both, away from the politics of the capital. I spoke with your father this morning, and he has already formally agreed to my decision to travel north for an extended visit."
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun exchanged a brief look, bright, genuine smiles blooming on their beautiful faces. They seemed genuinely happy by her decision, entirely supportive of having their mother join their growing household.
"That is wonderful news, Mother!" Zhu Zhuyun beamed. "You will love the northern city. It is breathtaking."
"We will ensure you are very comfortable there," Zhu Zhuqing added, her smile holding a secret, darker promise of the 'comforts' she knew her mother would be receiving.
The two women then turned back to their husband, their expressions turning eager. "When will we return to our territory, Husband? It is really not that fun lingering in the Star Luo Empire anymore. The air here is too stifling."
"I plan to leave in the evening today," Zhang Tian informed them, leaning back in his chair. "The investigation of the Star Luo City is concluded. We will take a large mechanical carriage to ensure a smooth, uninterrupted journey across the borders."
Once they finished their lunch and the Duchess formally excused herself as she ordered the servants to clear the table, both Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun immediately stood up. They moved to either side of Zhang Tian's chair, seeming to seamlessly latch onto him with their sexy, curvaceous bodies. Zhu Zhuqing wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pressing her large breasts into his back, while Zhu Zhuyun sat sideways on his thigh, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Husband," Zhu Zhuqing whispered, her breath hot against his earlobe, her voice dropping to a sultry, demanding purr. "Since we are leaving tonight, you better reward us right now for the exquisite gift we provided you last night."
Zhu Zhuyun giggled softly, leaning in to trail her tongue along his jawline. "Yes, husband. Our pussies are aching for your reward."
Zhang Tian's eyes darkened with raw, surging lust. He turned his head, capturing Zhu Zhuyun's lips in a fierce, dominating kiss, his hand coming up to firmly squeeze her plush, heavy breast through her dress. He then tilted his head back, pulling Zhu Zhuqing down for an equally passionate, bruising kiss.
"You are both delightfully wicked, my kittens," Zhang Tian whispered secretly to them, his voice a dark rumble. "And I will naturally reward you for the remarkably hot gift you orchestrated last night. Come to my chamber."
Before they left the dining hall, Zhang Tian stood up, bringing both women with him. He stared at Zhu Wanyue, who was lingering near the doorway, desperately trying to compose herself after the intense under-table assault.
"Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian addressed her, his tone perfectly polite but carrying an underlying, possessive command. "You should go and get any and all personal belongings, jewelry, and resources you require for the journey. Pack thoroughly, as you will be spending a significant amount of time residing in my territory."
Duchess Zhu Wanyue slightly nodded her head, a deeply complicated, emotionally fractured look in her eyes as she saw her daughters clinging so intimately, so shamelessly to Zhang Tian.
"I will pack my things, Son-in-Law," she replied softly, turning and walking swiftly down the corridor.
Zhang Tian didn't waste another moment. He took both Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun by the hands and led them briskly into his expansive guest chamber, kicking the heavy oak doors shut behind them.
The moment the lock clicked, the pretense of aristocratic dignity vanished.
"Strip," Zhang Tian commanded.
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun eagerly complied. They tore away their fine silk dresses, leaving themselves completely naked in the afternoon light. Their bodies were flawless masterpieces of martial cultivation and divine genetics. Their massive, heavy breasts bounced freely, their waists were impossibly narrow, and their wide, curvy hips flared out invitingly.
Zhang Tian threw off his own robes, revealing his heavily muscled, imposing physique and his massive, thick erection that was already rigid with anticipation. He grabbed Zhu Zhuqing by the waist, effortlessly lifting her off the ground, and pushed her back against the nearest wall.
"Ah! Husband!" Zhu Zhuqing gasped as he entered her with a single, brutal thrust.
SQUELCH!
He fucked her fiercely against the wall, his hips snapping forward with devastating power.
SMACK! SMACK!
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly in the large chamber. Zhu Zhuqing wrapped her long, toned legs around his waist, her arms clinging to his neck as she let out loud, breathless moans.
"Mmm... Hubby, yes! Deeper!" she cried out, throwing her head back.
Zhu Zhuyun didn't want to be left out. She crawled onto the nearby bed, presenting her voluptuous, round backside to them, and looked back over her shoulder with a sultry, begging expression. Zhang Tian pulled out of Zhu Zhuqing, carrying her over to the bed, and laid her down on her back. He then stepped behind Zhu Zhuyun, grabbing her plush hips and thrusting deep into her tight, wet entrance from behind.
"AHHH! Oh, heavens, Hubby!" Zhu Zhuyun shrieked, her body jerking forward from the impact.
As he pounded her elder sister mercilessly, Zhu Zhuqing lay beneath them, reaching up to gently caress her sister's bouncing breasts while looking up at Zhang Tian with a highly aroused, teasing smirk.
"You really seem to have a deep, insatiable liking for the women of our Zhu Family, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing teased him, her breath hitching as she watched his muscles flex. "First, you conquered me, breaking my icy exterior. Then, you conquered my proud elder sister, Zhuyun, turning her into your devoted consort. And now... even our noble, untouchable mother has been thoroughly conquered and broken by your cock."
Zhang Tian didn't deny it in the slightest. He thrust harder into Zhu Zhuyun, making her scream, before answering.
"Your family's bloodline is truly, exceptionally great, Zhuqing," Zhang Tian admitted, his voice a dark, husky growl. "Your figures, your devastating beauty, your innate noble grace... they perfectly, flawlessly cater to exactly what I love about women's appearances. The massive breasts, the wide hips, the tight pussies. Moreover, the three of you together are the best even among your families... because your figures and your beauty are so truly wonderful, I know I would never, ever get tired of fucking the three most beautiful women of this Zhu Family. You are my prized collection."
Hearing those possessive, highly complimentary words, both Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun were wildly happy. It validated their devotion and their schemes. They were even more excited, their bodies flushing with a deep, burning heat, and they eagerly started to show it through their uninhibited actions.
Zhu Zhuyun pushed her curvy hips backward, aggressively grinding against his pelvis to take him deeper, her loud, pleasurable moans filling the room. "Ah! Yes, Hubby! Breed the Zhu women! Fill us all up!"
Zhu Zhuqing crawled up the bed, positioning her face near his waist. She opened her mouth and began to passionately, wetly suck on his balls and the base of his shaft while he fucked her sister, using her warm tongue to maximize his pleasure. They used their massive breasts to rub against his thighs, their curvaceous hips swaying in rhythm with his thrusts, and their incredibly tight pussies clenching around him, determined to drain him dry.
Meanwhile, across the sprawling estate, Duchess Zhu Wanyue was in her own opulent chambers.
In a mere few minutes, utilizing the spacious capacity of her high-tier Storage Spirit Tools, she meticulously packed away all her essential things. She stored her finest silk dresses, her personal wealth in gold cards, her rare jewelry, and all other sentimental items she wished to keep. She left the heavy, ceremonial Duchess gowns behind; she wouldn't need them where she was going.
Once she was finally done, her heart pounding with a mixture of terror and dark excitement, she headed down the corridor towards Zhang Tian's guest chamber.
As she approached the heavy oak doors, she froze.
Even through the thick wood, she could clearly hear the loud, unmistakable sounds of the activities occurring inside. The rhythmic, heavy SMACK! SMACK! of flesh colliding, and the high-pitched, breathless moans of her own daughters echoing into the hallway.
"Ahhh! Husband, harder! Oh gods, I'm cumming! AHHH!"
That was Zhu Zhuqing's voice, shrill and entirely lost to ecstasy.
"Mmmph! Hubby, fuck my tight pussy! Yes! Yes!"
And that was Zhu Zhuyun, crying out in sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue stood paralyzed outside the door. The sound of those loud, desperate moans—which were strikingly, embarrassingly similar to her own shameful screams when she was being ruthlessly fucked by him just hours ago—made her body flush with a sudden, intense heat. Despite having been fucked relentlessly by Zhang Tian for the entirety of last night and the whole morning, her inner walls clenched, and a fresh wave of slick moisture pooled between her thighs.
It was all because of that overwhelming, dizzying feeling of committing an ultimate taboo that somewhat excited her beyond reason. Her son-in-law was inside that room, violently ravishing both of her daughters simultaneously, and she, their mother, was standing outside, waiting to join his harem as his personal slut.
Zhu Wanyue didn't leave or flee in shame. She just stood there, her back pressed flat against the corridor wall, listening intently to the graphic, wet moans from inside. She closed her eyes, her hands drifting down to cup her own massive breasts through her dress, imagining vividly how her daughters were currently being stretched and fucked by Zhang Tian's massive, unforgiving dick.
A pair of maids approached from the far end of the hallway, carrying fresh linens.
"Halt," Duchess Zhu Wanyue commanded softly, stepping away from the door and projecting her noble authority. "Dismiss yourselves from this wing immediately. The Marquis and his wives are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Ensure no one comes down this corridor."
"Yes, My Lady," the maids bowed respectfully and hurriedly retreated.
She dismissed all servants from the surrounding area, standing as a silent, aroused sentinel outside the door, ensuring absolutely no one would come here to interrupt her daughters' pleasure, or discover her own scandalous eavesdropping.
Well, the evening eventually came. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows over the Star Luo capital.
In the grand courtyard of the Zhu Family manor, a massive, heavily armored mechanical carriage sat idling, its spirit-cores humming quietly. It was driven by a trusted, veteran driver from the Zhu Family guard.
Certainly, Zhang Tian, along with Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuyun, and Zhu Wanyue, stepped out of the manor and boarded the carriage. They left this Zhu Family mansion behind, the heavy iron gates closing with a final, resonant clang.
As the carriage rolled down the avenue, Zhang Tian sat back against the velvet cushions. He closed his eyes and subtly activated the sprawling, complex illusion network he had meticulously woven through the Blood Silver Grass across the estate earlier.
The illusion was activated flawlessly. Instantly, an ethereal, highly convincing illusionary construct of Duchess Zhu Wanyue materialized within the main halls of the Zhu Family residence. It would ensure that her physical 'presence' remained there, walking the halls and sitting in the gardens. But crucially, the cognitive filter engaged simultaneously.
Even Duke Zhu Zhenhong, the high elders, and the household servants would subconsciously ignore her, their minds sliding off the illusion like water off glass.
They would completely forget about her active presence, making it seem as though it was entirely natural to have absolutely no meaningful interaction with her for days, weeks, or even months on end. The execution was perfect; it appeared very natural, ensuring no alarm would be raised.
As Zhang Tian's carriage left the city borders, a few hours later, back in the sprawling estate...
Duke Zhu Zhenhong was sitting in his dimly lit study, staring angrily at a map of the northern territories. Suddenly, he gasped, clutching his chest.
He felt a strange, cold sensation fade away. The terrifying, sentient Blood Silver Vine that had been coiled restrictively around his heart had completely, abruptly disappeared.
He let out a massive, shuddering breath of pure relief. He was profoundly delighted. It meant that the monster, Zhang Tian, and those two foolish, treacherous daughters had finally left his territory. The immediate threat of instantaneous death was lifted from his shoulders.
Although, as the vine vanished, there was a strange, very slight feeling of profound loss echoing in the back of his mind, as though he had suddenly lost something incredibly important from his life. But, clouded by his arrogance and relief, he didn't care enough to examine the feeling. He stood up, smoothing his robes.
He decided he should go and meet his wife, Duchess Zhu Wanyue, to discuss the humiliation they had just endured. He walked to the master wing, but upon arriving, he heard from the senior servants that the Duchess was currently cultivating in deep seclusion within her private chambers and had requested not to be disturbed.
Duke Zhu Zhenhong didn't find that excuse all that strange. It was common for Spirit Masters to seek seclusion after emotional turmoil. He simply ignored it, turning away without a second thought.
His mind quickly shifted to politics. He now wanted to urgently go and find Emperor Dai Tianxiong. He wanted to inform the Emperor about this highly brazen, arrogant visit by Zhang Tian and his foolish daughters boldly stepping into his mansion right under the empire's nose.
But as he reached the manor doors, he hesitated. His steps faltered.
'Wait,' Duke Zhu Zhenhong thought, his brow furrowing in deep, cowardly calculation. 'If I tell Emperor Dai Tianxiong they were here... this might cause the Emperor to be incredibly, violently angry. He will demand to know exactly why I couldn't mobilize my forces to capture that Zhang Tian and those two highly prized traitorous daughters when they were resting in my own home.'
He gritted his teeth, his pride stinging. He couldn't really stand before the imperial court and truthfully say that all his elite, highly trained secret guards, and even he himself—a Duke and a Level 85 Spirit Douluo—were all effortlessly, humiliatingly suppressed by a single, powerful mental force that struck them with a Soul Shock. A shock which the Duke considered to be at the terrifying level of a Titled Douluo, coming from a boy who was merely a Spirit Saint.
Even though this impossible feat was the absolute truth, he knew Emperor Dai Tianxiong or the other ruthless nobles in the court absolutely wouldn't believe this pathetic explanation. They might instead think that he was a traitor, or that it was because of his lingering, fond paternal feelings for his daughters that he deliberately didn't dare to capture the three of them. They would accuse him of actively giving their empire's greatest enemy an unprecedented opportunity to spy and escape.
Well, thinking that he might be brutally ridiculed, stripped of his titles, or even severely punished by the Emperor for suspected treason or incompetence, Zhu Zhenhong didn't dare to go and inform the Emperor about this news. He would keep his mouth shut.
Truly, that arrogant Zhang Tian made him greatly, unspeakably angry. He slammed his fist against the doorframe.
"I swear upon the heavens," Duke Zhu Zhenhong muttered to himself, his eyes burning with toxic malice. "I vow to one day avenge this bitter humiliation. When our armies march north, I will personally see to killing that Zhang Tian, and I will take immense pleasure in killing all his loved ones right in front of him."
Duke Zhu Zhenhong couldn't wait for the official start of the continental war to avenge this slight. He returned to his study to polish his armor, completely, tragically unaware that even his own beautiful wife was currently accompanying Zhang Tian, eagerly serving as the man's devoted slut.
Meanwhile, at this exact moment, the interior of the massive mechanical carriage speeding along the northern trade route was a portrait of scandalous luxury.
Zhang Tian was relaxing comfortably against the velvet cushions. He was accompanied by his dear wives, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, who had happily latched onto his strong arms. They were actively, shamelessly using their massive, soft breasts to press against his biceps to please him, whispering sweet, filthy praises and being highly intimate with him right in front of their mother.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue sat on the opposite bench. She kept her hands folded neatly in her lap, trying to maintain a semblance of decorum, though her cheeks were flushed a deep pink as she watched her daughters kissing his neck and biting his earlobes.
Zhang Tian looked at the Duchess, his eyes gleaming with a familiar, predatory intent. It was a long journey, and he had no intention of sitting idle.
He soon made up a highly plausible, serious-sounding excuse.
"Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian addressed her, his tone shifting to that of a dedicated, scholarly Spirit Master discussing profound cultivation theory. "The journey north will take roughly two weeks. I wish to utilize this uninterrupted time productively. Your cultivation has been stagnant at Level 82 for years. I want to use my pure Life Spirit Energy to carefully, methodically widen your aged meridians."
Zhu Wanyue blinked, staring at her daughters, who were now looking at her with keen, supportive interest.
Zhang Tian's tone remained quite gentle, yet incredibly persuasive, as he asked her, "Do you not want to become stronger, Mother-in-Law? To have the power to protect your daughters when the war breaks out? I wish to significantly enhance your foundational aptitude to help you become a true powerhouse. But for the energy transfer to be flawless, you need to be in direct physical contact with my core."
He patted his thighs. "If you sit on my lap, I can safely, directly channel my Life Energy into your lower dantian. I can help you forcefully open up all your blocked, stubborn meridians, even clearing the highly difficult Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and fundamentally strengthen your physical vessels."
Well, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun immediately joined in, playing their roles flawlessly. They turned to their mother with encouraging smiles.
"You should absolutely go and sit on our husband's lap, Mother," Zhu Zhuqing told her mother earnestly. "His Life Energy is truly miraculous. It healed my internal injuries in minutes."
"Yes, Mother," Zhu Zhuyun agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "Do not hesitate. It's not anything inappropriate at all. After all, we are all family now, and he is simply doing it to help protect you better."
Thus, faced with the unified, highly logical encouragement of her family, Zhu Wanyue slowly got up from her seat. She crossed the swaying carriage and turned around. Soon, her incredibly plush, sexy buttocks were settling gently onto Zhang Tian's muscular lap.
As soon as she was seated, Zhang Tian's strong arms naturally seemed to encircle and hug her slender waist from behind. He pulled her back flush against his chest, leaning his face near her neck to seemingly concentrate, but in reality, he took a deep breath to smell her alluring, mature floral scent.
"Relax your breathing, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian instructed softly.
He soon began to move his hands upward from her waist. He brazenly, slowly began to fondle her massive, heavy breasts right over the fabric of her silk dress, kneading the soft flesh with a firm, rhythmic pressure, acting as though massaging her chest was only a natural, necessary part of stimulating the heart meridians.
Zhu Wanyue felt incredibly scared, yet wildly, intensely thrilled. Her body was being openly, sensually played with by Zhang Tian right in front of her own daughters! A flush of deep shame colored her entire body.
But when she nervously peeked through her lashes to see the looks on her daughters' faces, she was stunned. It was as if this highly erotic display was only natural. There was absolutely no strangeness, no jealousy, or no shock on their beautiful faces.
In fact, they were eagerly begging for their own turn!
"Husband, my chest meridians feel slightly blocked as well," Zhu Zhuqing complained adorably, shifting closer on the bench.
"Mine too, Hubby," Zhu Zhuyun added, leaning in.
They wanted him to enjoy their breasts as well. To prove their dedication, the two sisters boldly, seamlessly pulled down the tops of their dark dresses, completely exposing the flawless, milky skin of their deep cleavage and even baring their large, heavy breasts entirely to Zhang Tian's gaze.
Zhang Tian didn't disappoint them. While keeping his right hand firmly massaging the Duchess's massive breasts from behind, he reached out with his left hand to expertly play with Zhu Zhuyun's exposed, bouncy breasts, rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers. Simultaneously, he leaned forward over the Duchess's shoulder. He opened his mouth and began to wetly, aggressively suck and bite the soft, pale flesh of Zhu Zhuqing's massive breasts, his tongue swirling around the areola before he playfully, firmly tugged her sensitive nipple with his teeth.
"Ah! Yes, Husband!" Zhu Zhuqing moaned loudly, archiving her back to offer him deeper access.
It was at this exact, surreal moment, sitting on his lap while he fondled her and serviced her daughters, that Zhu Wanyue seemed to truly, deeply realize how profoundly, hopelessly infatuated and in love her daughters were with Zhang Tian. They weren't just sharing him; they seemed to even be actively, deliberately using her currently so that Zhang Tian could experience greater pleasure using her mature body along with their own young ones.
After realizing this profound, twisted family dynamic... her lingering aristocratic resistance shattered. She would just symbolically, weakly resist or try to softly speak against Zhang Tian's flimsy cultivation excuses, murmuring "Son-in-Law... this is highly improper," while entirely following along with his physical commands.
Secretly, in the dark corners of her mind, she was getting incredibly, wildly excited at being used by a man like this. This lustful, powerful Zhang Tian fulfilled all her own deep, secret fantasies. He was an incredibly handsome man, and he was domineering in a dark, absolute way that made her fundamentally want to follow his commands, no matter what they were or how outrageous they seemed. Her body had already irrevocably submitted to him because of the mind-shattering pleasure only he could provide to her.
Over the course of the long journey, Zhang Tian utilized his excuses to escalate the intimacy rapidly.
"The fabric is restricting the flow of the Life Energy into your core, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian noted on the third day, his hands tracing her thighs. "To properly open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, the energy transfer must be unimpeded. You need to be naked."
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun immediately agreed, shedding their own clothes to show solidarity. "It's true, Mother. Bare skin conducts spirit power best."
Stripped completely naked in the spacious cabin of the moving carriage, the two-week journey transformed into a continuous, highly erotic, and incredibly entertaining marathon of debauchery.
Zhang Tian played with the bodies of all three beauties relentlessly on this return journey. He took more and more advantage of the situation, ensuring the Duchess was constantly stimulated. He would lay her on her back across the velvet cushions, utilizing his pure Life Energy to genuinely clear her aged meridians, while simultaneously plunging his massive dick deep into her wet pussy, fucking her ruthlessly to "stimulate her lower dantian."
He made it a step-by-step process during these two weeks. He slowly, methodically broke down her remaining inhibitions. He would fuck Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun right beside her, making the Duchess watch and learn how to please him. He would have the sisters kiss their mother, tangling their bodies together in a sweaty, moaning pile of beautiful flesh.
By the end of the first week, Duchess Zhu Wanyue was no longer making excuses. When Zhang Tian entered the cabin after speaking with the driver, she would be waiting on her knees, her massive breasts swaying, begging him to cultivate with her.
It was a highly entertaining journey of about two weeks in which Zhang Tian enjoyed the two of his gorgeous wives and their beautiful, voluptuous mother thoroughly.
SMACK! SQUELCH!
"Ahhh! Master…! Yes! Fuck your sluts!" the voices of the three Zhu women blended together into a harmonious chorus of absolute pleasure.
He fucked not just Duchess Zhu Wanyue, but even Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, filling the carriage with the scent of their combined lust. The way Zhang Tian, aided enthusiastically by Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, systematically corrupted their dear mother, Zhu Wanyue, into an entirely devoted, happily debauched slut was a masterpiece of dominant manipulation, ensuring that when they finally reached the freezing borders of Crimson Zenith City, the Duchess belonged to him, body, mind, and soul.
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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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