The Thousand Lotus Holy Land had turned into an ocean of depravity under violet skies.
The central platform still glowed with the aftershocks of the coliseum. Lin Qing'er (#001) knelt beside Shen Yuan's throne, belly heavily swollen with primordial-tainted seed, her new favored status glowing on her tattoo. She rested her head against his thigh, eyes half-lidded in satisfied possession, soft *mmmmmh…* moans escaping her lips.
At the edges of the platform, the three demoted slaves were being used without mercy.
Leng Yue (#002) was bent over a jade pillar, frost melting off her silver-blue hair as dozens of lotus disciples took turns behind her — *slap-slap-slap* — her moans broken and furious — *ahhn… ahhn… I was second…*
Phoenix Lian (#147) lay on her back, legs held wide by two disciples while another fucked her throat — *gluck-gluck-gluck* — golden flames flickering weakly on her skin.
Lotus Sovereign Mei (#2501) was on all fours in the center of a growing crowd, mouth and pussy filled simultaneously — *schlick-schlick-gluck* — her once-pure voice reduced to wet, gurgled whimpers.
The millions watching cheered — *ahhh… demoted sluts serve us now…*
Shen Yuan watched calmly, one hand resting on Lin Qing'er's head.
But the demoted three were not broken.
Their yandere fire had only grown hotter.
Late that night, while the festival raged and Shen Yuan claimed another wave of maidens on the main stage, the three met in a shadowed corner of a smaller lotus pad.
Leng Yue's frost crackled — *crackle-crackle* — freezing the air around them.
Phoenix Lian's golden flames burned low — *fwoosh*.
Lotus Sovereign Mei's lotus petals spun slowly — razor sharp.
Leng Yue spoke first, voice a venomous whisper.
"We were #002. Now we are public toilets for outer disciples."
Phoenix Lian clenched her fists.
"While that silver bitch sits on his lap with the primordial drop."
Lotus Sovereign Mei's eyes gleamed with cold calculation.
"Then we take it back."
The three leaned closer.
They formed a pact — not of loyalty to each other, but of shared obsession for Shen Yuan.
They would outdo Lin Qing'er.
They would become more depraved, more submissive, more useful.
They would earn the primordial drop.
The next morning, the third day of the festival dawned.
Shen Yuan stood on the central platform once more.
The three demoted slaves crawled forward first — bodies still leaking from the night's public use, but eyes burning with new purpose.
They knelt in perfect formation before him.
Leng Yue spoke, voice trembling with need.
"Master… punish us more."
Phoenix Lian pressed her swollen breasts together.
"Use us harder than anyone."
Lotus Sovereign Mei opened her mouth wide, tongue out.
"Let the entire Holy Land watch us break ourselves for you."
Shen Yuan's lips curved.
"Very well."
He gestured.
The entire archipelago watched as the three demoted slaves began the most depraved performance yet.
They started with each other — Leng Yue freezing Phoenix Lian's limbs and fucking her with an ice-formed strap while Lotus Sovereign Mei sat on her face.
Then they turned to the crowd — inviting hundreds at once.
They took disciples in every hole, bodies covered in cum, bellies inflating visibly with load after load — *glorp… glorp…*
They begged loudly — *"Master, watch us… we are nothing but holes for you…"*
Their moans echoed across the lake — *ahhn… ahhn… we are yours…*
Lin Qing'er watched from the throne, jealousy flaring in her silver eyes.
The primordial drop inside her pulsed — reacting to the competition.
Shen Yuan observed everything with calm amusement.
When the three finally crawled back to him — bodies ruined, covered in cum, bellies massively swollen, tattoos flickering — they knelt together.
Leng Yue looked up, frost melting from her lashes.
"Master… did we please you?"
Shen Yuan reached down.
He touched each of their heads in turn.
The primordial drop inside Lin Qing'er trembled.
He spoke softly.
"You have reminded me why you were once my favorites."
He pulled all three up onto the throne with him.
Lin Qing'er's eyes widened — *nngh…*
Shen Yuan took the four of them together — rotating between their mouths, pussies, and asses in a relentless cycle.
*Slap-slap-slap-gluck-gluck-gluck*
The lake roared with the loudest moans yet.
When he finally released — flooding each of them again — the primordial drop split.
A small fragment flew to Leng Yue.
Another to Phoenix Lian.
Another to Lotus Sovereign Mei.
Lin Qing'er received the largest share, but the others now carried fragments too.
New lines appeared on all four tattoos:
**"Shared Primordial Favor. Compete harder."**
The yandere fire did not die.
It only grew.
The four top slaves looked at each other — eyes filled with renewed obsession and rivalry.
Shen Yuan smiled.
"Good."
The festival burned hotter than ever.
The heavens continued to crack.
And the war for his favor had only just begun.