The howls echoed through the trees like pissed-off demons straight out of hell.
I grabbed Mei Ling's hand tighter, feeling that familiar spark shoot through us, and we bolted into the thick forest.
Branches whipped at our faces, roots tried to trip us up, but we kept moving. My legs burned—vitality at 65 wasn't enough to make me a sprinter, but it beat dying in that cell.
"Majesty!" Mei Ling gasped behind me, her voice shaky but determined. "Those aren't normal wolves. Wuji has spirit beasts—ones he feeds with criminal blood. They can track qi signatures for miles!"
Great. Just what we needed. Demon dogs on steroids chasing us down.
We burst out of the treeline into a rocky clearing near the city outskirts. The capital walls loomed in the distance, torches flickering like angry fireflies as guards swarmed the gates. Shit, they'd already mobilized. A patrol spotted us almost immediately—shouts rang out, and arrows whistled through the air.
"Down!" I yanked Mei Ling behind a boulder just as an arrow thudded into the dirt where her head had been.
We couldn't fight them head-on. I scanned the area and spotted a dark opening in the hillside—an old mining tunnel, probably abandoned after some cave-in. "There! Move!"
We sprinted for it, arrows raining down like hail. One grazed my shoulder, drawing blood, but the pain was dull compared to the poison I'd endured for months. Mei Ling yelped as a bolt skimmed her leg, but she didn't slow down. Tough girl.
We dove into the tunnel mouth, the darkness swallowing us whole. The entrance was narrow, forcing us back onto all fours again. Mei Ling went first, her ass leading the way once more—those plump cheeks bouncing with each frantic crawl, the torn robes riding up to show smooth, sweat-glistened skin. Even in the panic, my eyes locked on it, blood pumping harder. The system was turning me into a horny old bastard, but hey, it was keeping me alive.
The howls were closer now, mixed with human shouts. Guards were piling into the tunnel behind us, their armor scraping against the walls like nails on a chalkboard.
"Keep going!" I urged, my voice echoing weirdly in the tight space.
We crawled for what felt like ages, the tunnel twisting deeper into the earth. Mei Ling's breathing was ragged, and I could hear her muttering prayers under her breath. Finally, the path widened a bit, but it was still low-ceilinged—no standing room.
"Stop," I said suddenly, spotting a faint glow ahead that might be an exit or a trap.
She froze instantly, like the obedient maid she was. But I didn't stop in time—momentum carried me forward, and I ended up climbing right onto her back.
My body pressed against hers on all fours, like two dogs in heat. My chest against her back, hips grinding into that juicy ass, feeling the heat radiating from her through the thin fabric.
My cock—still old and limp from years of neglect—twitched faintly against her, trapped between us. She was soft and firm in all the right places, her curves molding perfectly under me, that round ass cushioning my weight like it was made for this.
Mei Ling let out a shocked squeak, her body trembling beneath me. "T-Majesty! Forgive me, I stopped too suddenly again! It's my fault—I didn't mean to put us in this... this position! Please, don't be mad!"
Her voice was a mix of panic and embarrassment, face probably beet red even in the dark. She wiggled a bit to try and move, which only made her ass rub against me harder, sending sparks up my spine.
That's when the system kicked in.
**[Intimate Position Achieved: Mounting Dominance]**
**[Vitality Points +15]**
**[Host Vitality: 80/100]**
**[Harem Points +20]**
**[Bonus: Partner Arousal Detected - Additional +5 Vitality]**
Energy surged through me like a damn lightning bolt. My muscles tightened, breath came easier, and fuck, I felt my cock stirring more than it had in years—not fully hard yet, but getting there. The system's twisted way of rewarding "progress."
Mei Ling must have felt it too, because she gasped. "What... what is this feeling? It's happening again—that warmth spreading through me!"
I chuckled low in my throat, not moving off her just yet. The position felt too good, too right in this messed-up moment. "It's the power I told you about. Helping us both get stronger. Don't worry, it's a good thing."
She was quiet for a second, still trembling, but she didn't push me away. "If... if it helps us save my brother, then... okay."
The shouts from behind were getting louder—guards closing in. I finally slid off her, giving that ass one last appreciative squeeze that made her yelp. "Let's keep moving. We're almost out."
We crawled the last stretch, emerging into a small cavern lit by glowing mushrooms on the walls. It was a dead end—no, wait, there was a narrow crack leading upward, probably to the surface. But before we could make for it, the first guard burst into the cavern, sword drawn and eyes wild.
"Got you, you old bastard!" he snarled, lunging at me.
Big mistake. With my vitality climbing, I was faster than he expected. I sidestepped and drove my elbow into his throat, crushing his windpipe. He dropped gurgling.
Two more guards piled in, but Mei Ling was on them like a fury. Her qi flared—late Foundation now, thanks to our "connections"—and she palm-struck one in the chest, sending him flying back into the tunnel. The other swung at her, but I tackled him from behind, snapping his neck with a twist I'd learned in my emperor days.
Panting, we stood over the bodies. Blood stained the cavern floor, and the howls were still echoing from outside.
"That was... intense," Mei Ling said, wiping sweat from her brow. Her robes were even more torn now, one strap slipping off her shoulder to reveal the swell of her breast—full, creamy, with a hint of nipple peeking out. Raw temptation right there.
**[Ogling Reward: Minor Arousal Boost]**
**[Vitality +5]**
**[Host Vitality: 85/100]**
Fucking system. It was gamifying everything.
"We can't keep running forever," I said, pulling her toward the crack in the wall. "We need a plan for your brother."
She nodded, eyes lighting up with hope. "He's in the lower dungeons, cell block seven. Guarded by two rotations of Wuji's elites."
As we climbed through the crack—another tight squeeze that had me pressed against her again—I brainstormed. The system was unlocking more as my vitality rose. Maybe I could use harem points for items or skills.
We popped out into a forested hillside, the capital a distant glow. But the howls were right on us now—three massive spirit wolves bursting from the trees, eyes glowing red, fangs dripping with some nasty venom.
"Shit!" I pushed Mei Ling behind me.
The lead wolf leaped, but I met it mid-air, grabbing its jaws and twisting with all my strength. Bones cracked, and it went down whimpering.
**[Combat Victory: Beast Slain]**
**[Vitality +10]**
**[Host Vitality: 95/100]**
The other two circled, growling. Mei Ling channeled her qi and blasted one with a palm strike, cracking its skull. I finished the last by stomping its head into the dirt.
**[Team Victory Bonus]**
**[Vitality +5]**
**[Host Vitality: 100/100]**
A massive wave hit me—vitality maxed. My body didn't change much on the outside; still old, wrinkled, gray-haired. But inside? Energy exploded through every vein. And down below... fuck, my cock hardened like it was twenty again, throbbing against my rags with a vigor I hadn't felt in decades. Healthy, ready, and begging for action. The system had delivered on that front.
Mei Ling stared at me, noticing the change in my stance. "Majesty... you feel different. Stronger."
I grinned, feeling like a new man. "Yeah. Time to turn the tables."
For her brother, I had an idea.
With max vitality, the system unlocked a new tab: [Stealth Infiltration Kit]—cost 30 harem points.
It included shadow cloaks, qi-suppressing pills, and a one-use teleport talisman.
"We sneak back in," I told her as we hunkered down in a hidden grove. "Tonight. Use the chaos of our escape to slip into the dungeons. I'll handle the guards; you grab the kid."
It was risky as hell, but with my newfound "health," I felt unstoppable.
We moved under cover of darkness, slipping past patrols like ghosts. The shadow cloaks worked like a charm, blending us into the night.
We scaled the outer walls, dropped into the palace grounds, and made for the dungeons.
But as we approached cell block seven, alarms blared. Trap? Or bad luck?
Guards swarmed, and at the center stood Wuji himself, holding a scared twelve-year-old boy by the scruff— Mei Ling's brother.
"Welcome back, Father," Wuji sneered. "Come to collect your trash?"
Mei Ling gasped beside me. We were surrounded, weapons pointed everywhere.
But my cock was hard, my vitality full, and the system pinged with a new mission: [Dominate the Battlefield].
'Damn you rascal this is battlefield not bed!'