"Ahh~! Nngh… Lin Feng… you filthy dog… slower—ahhn!"
Wang Xue's voice cracked in the shadowed alcove behind the thick storage curtain. Her back was slammed against the cold marble wall of the Ritual Hall, legs hooked desperately around his waist, skirt bunched high around her hips. Panties ripped aside, she was taking him deep while the entire clan waited outside for the ritual to begin in less than an hour.
Lin Feng pressed his lips to her neck, sweat dripping. "Slower? You're the one grinding down on me like you'll break if I pull out, Xue-jie." He drove up harder, forcing her to bite his shoulder to choke the next moan. "Say it. Tell me how the Wang family's untouchable princess is getting railed by the Lin bastard right before she flashes her twelve cards."
"Nngh—shut your damn mouth!" She slapped his chest but her hips rolled up to meet him anyway, clenching tighter. "This changes nothing. You're still the family disgrace. Your mother spreading her legs for the Head doesn't make you one of us—ahh! Fuck… right there… don't stop!"
He laughed low and rough, giving her exactly what she begged for—harder, faster, skin slapping loud in the hidden space. Her breasts spilled from the loosened robe, nipples hard and flushed. He pinched one roughly; she whimpered.
"Feels like it changes everything to your pussy," he growled. "Squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum already, genius?"
Wang Xue's silver hair stuck to her burning cheeks. Ice-queen mask long gone. "I hate you—nngh! Harder, you bastard! Make me cum before they call my name!"
He clamped a hand over her mouth and pounded relentlessly. She shattered with a muffled scream against his palm, walls spasming wildly, soaking them both. The rush hit his core like wildfire—something ancient and starving finally cracking open. He groaned and followed, burying himself deep and flooding her with thick, hot pulses. She trembled, legs locked, trying to keep every drop inside.
They stayed joined, panting hard. Wang Xue finally pushed him back, hand drifting to her lower belly.
"What the hell did you do to me?" she whispered. "My mana… it's burning. Like something woke up."
Lin Feng fixed his robe, eyes dark. "You'll feel it soon. When the whole hall watches."
She slapped his arm weakly. "Dog. If my father even suspects—"
"Fix your hair," he cut her off. "Wouldn't want the Wang genius looking freshly filled when she manifests her twelve cards."
Wang Xue glared, smoothed her skirt, and slipped out first—face icing over again.
Lin Feng waited a moment, then followed.
The hall was packed. Nobles in silk, commoners in stiff new clothes. The Mana Stone hummed louder.
Then the doors opened.
The Lin Family Head entered—tall, silver-haired, expression carved from ice, golden dragon robes flowing. The man who had never once acknowledged Lin Feng in eighteen years.
Silence fell like a blade. No whispers. No breathing too loud.
The elder cleared his throat. "We begin with the direct line of the Family Head. First, Young Master Lin Hao."
Lin Hao strode up—arrogant, confident. Palm on the stone.
Light flared.
Nine cards materialized—solid, respectable.
Polite applause. Nods of approval.
"Next, Second Young Master Lin Wei."
Lin Wei went up, smirking. Light burst.
Ten cards—brighter, sharper.
Louder cheers. "Truly the Head's blood!"
"Next, Young Miss Lin Mei."
Lin Mei stepped forward, graceful and proud. The stone glowed bright.
Twelve glowing cards appeared—elegant, powerful.
The hall erupted.
"Twelve! A true genius!"
"Almost monster level!"
"The Head's daughter shines!"
Lin Mei gave a small, satisfied smile and stepped back.
Then the elder called: "Wang family representative—Miss Wang Xue."
Wang Xue walked up, chin high, composure flawless again.
The Mana Stone flared.
Twelve cards materialized—beautiful, strong.
Applause thundered once more.
"Twelve again! Wang family pride!"
"Perfect match for our young masters!"
Wang Xue nodded coolly and returned to her place. But her eyes flicked toward Lin Feng for a heartbeat—something unreadable there.
Finally, the elder's voice dropped. "Last… branch family—Lin Feng."
A low ripple of murmurs.
"Now the bastard."
"After the real heirs? What a joke."
Lin Feng walked up slowly. Face blank. He placed his palm on the stone.
Silver-blue light exploded.
Thirteen cards materialized—stronger than most branch kids, but nothing overwhelming.
The hall went dead silent.
Pin-drop silence.
No laughter. No snickers. Just stunned, heavy quiet.
Wang Xue's eyes widened. She stared at the thirteen floating cards, lips parting slightly. Her hand drifted unconsciously to her lower belly again. She looked genuinely stunned—like the memory of what happened minutes ago clashed violently with what she was seeing now.
The three legitimate heirs—Lin Hao, Lin Wei, and Lin Mei—turned their heads slowly toward him.
Their eyes were cold. Threatening. Hostile. Like wolves spotting an intruder in their den.
Lady Mei Lin—the Family Head's official mistress—sat rigid in her seat near the front. Her painted lips pressed into a thin line. Her jaw clenched so hard the muscles stood out. Fury burned behind her eyes, but she said nothing. Not a single word. Just silent, seething rage.
The Family Head raised one hand.
The silence deepened.
He said nothing. Didn't look at Lin Feng. Just gave a curt nod to the elder.
"The ritual is complete."
But across the hall, the Wang family envoy—an older man with sharp, calculating eyes and the Wang crest on his sleeve—hadn't taken his gaze off Lin Feng for a single second. His expression was heavy, thoughtful, almost… interested.
Lin Feng stepped down. The silence followed him like a shadow.
Thirteen cards on display. Exactly what he allowed them to see.
Inside his mana core, though…
Fifteen burned quietly.
Six primal emotions: Anger, Fear, Joy, Sorrow, Pride… and the newest one still warm and throbbing from Wang Xue's trembling release: Lust.
Nine cosmic forces waiting in the dark: Fire, Water, Wood, Lightning, Metal, Earth, Light, Space, Time.
Wang Xue was still staring at him—stunned, fingers pressed to her abdomen.
The legitimate heirs hadn't stopped glaring.
Lady Mei Lin's clenched teeth hadn't relaxed.
The Wang envoy hadn't blinked.
And deep in Lin Feng's core, that crimson Lust card spun slowly… then faster… hungrier.
Tomorrow.
When he finally let it awaken for real.
When he tested what it could truly do…
This entire hall would remember the name Lin Feng.
Not as the bastard.
But as something far more dangerous.