Six Hours Later,
The opulent bedchamber within the Pleasure Palace thrummed with residual qi, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and blooming spiritual energy.
Silk sheets were tangled and soaked, stained with the evidence of our marathon session—streaks of cum, glistening juices, and faint red marks where passion had turned rough.
The massive bed, large enough for a dozen, now held the fruits of our labors: my three wives, each lost in the throes of cultivation breakthroughs fueled by the raw vitality I'd poured into them.
Yue and Mei sat cross-legged in lotus position at the bed's edges, their eyes closed in deep meditation.
Their bodies were canvases of our shared fuck—hickey marks bloomed like purple roses across their necks, collarbones, and thighs, teeth imprints dotting their breasts and inner thighs where I'd claimed them fiercely.
