Chapter 726 – "The House of Red Lanterns" (18+)
The district was alive with soft music and the glow of lanterns, their red silk casting warm halos across polished streets. Mei Suhua's steps were unhurried as she approached the grandest building among them — its doors framed by carved dragons, the scent of exotic incense drifting from within.
Two attendants in fine robes bowed low as she crossed the threshold. The interior was luxurious without being gaudy — polished floors, rich tapestries, and the hum of quiet conversation beneath the sound of a zither playing somewhere above.
A woman in an elegant crimson gown, clearly the madam of the house, approached with practiced grace. "Welcome, honored guest," she said, bowing deeply. "How may the House of Red Lanterns serve you tonight?"
Mei Suhua's eyes swept the room, then returned to the madam's face. "A private room," she said. "The largest you have."
The madam's smile deepened. "Of course. And… how many companions shall we prepare for you?"
Mei Suhua didn't hesitate. "Twenty."
The room seemed to still for a heartbeat. The madam's brows lifted ever so slightly, but her voice remained perfectly even. "As you wish. Will you require them all male?"
"Yes," Mei Suhua replied, her tone calm but laced with the kind of authority that brooked no delay. "And I expect them to be ready within the quarter-hour."
The madam bowed again, already gesturing for an attendant to hurry away. "It will be done. Please, follow me."
She led Mei Suhua up a wide, carpeted stair to the second floor, then down a long hall lined with paper-screen doors. At the far end, she slid open a panel to reveal an expansive suite — silken drapes spilling from the ceiling, plush cushions scattered across a low, wide bed that seemed made for excess.
Mei Suhua stepped inside, her gaze sweeping the space. This would do nicely.
The door slid open again, and they filed in — twenty men, each wearing the loose silks of the House of Red Lanterns, their bodies lean or muscular, their steps silent but purposeful. Their eyes roamed over Mei Suhua with barely restrained hunger, though each bowed in respect before entering fully.
The madam closed the door behind them, leaving only the soft glow of lantern light and the heady perfume that hung in the air.
One of the men — taller than the rest, with the air of someone used to leading — stepped forward. His voice was low, but the intent in it was unmistakable. "Honored guest… remove your clothes."
Mei Suhua's lips curved in a slow smile. Without a word, she loosened the knot at her waist. The wine-red robe slid from her shoulders, pooling around her feet, followed by the silk beneath. She let them see her fully — skin gleaming under the lanterns, every curve deliberate in its invitation.
She crossed the short distance to the bed and lay back upon it, reclining in the center of the vast expanse of silk pillows. Her long hair spilled across the bedding like black ink over parchment. She looked at them as if they were prey she had allowed into her den.
The tall man's eyes narrowed slightly, not in displeasure, but in challenge. "Do not be lenient with us," he said. "And… let many of us come together."
A faint hum of amusement escaped her throat. "Oh," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress, "I wasn't planning on being lenient."
The other men moved closer, forming a loose ring around the bed, their breathing deepening as they took in her scent, her form, and the quiet, commanding way she held their attention without lifting a finger.
Her eyes swept over them slowly, as if weighing each one's worth. "Then come," she said at last, her tone both invitation and order. "Let's see how many of you can keep up."
They came to her in waves.
The first three climbed onto the bed immediately, pressing in from every side — one between her thighs, another taking her mouth, the third pressing into her from behind. The rest stood close, watching with sharp hunger, waiting their turn as the air filled with the heat of bodies and the sound of quickened breaths.
Hands roamed her skin, gripping, caressing, guiding her into new positions. When one pulled back, another replaced him without pause, keeping her surrounded, filled, and moving in a constant rhythm.
More joined at once — one man lying back so she could straddle him while another pressed into her from behind, their movements syncing until the room was thick with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Others knelt at her sides, pulling her close to taste her lips and skin, their hands sliding over every curve as if trying to memorize her body.
She shifted willingly, letting them take her in pairs, in threes, in tangled knots of limbs and heat. Sometimes she was beneath them, sometimes above, her hair spilling wild over her shoulders as she rode one man while another thrust into her from behind.
They didn't stop to rest — when one man fell back, breathing hard, another stepped in, and then another, until she had lost count of how many were with her at once. Their bodies crowded the bed, the heat of their skin and the press of their weight surrounding her from every side.
By the time the twentieth man joined the bed, Mei Suhua's skin gleamed under the lantern light, her breath coming in low, steady draws between soft, satisfied sounds. Even with so many of them moving around and within her, her gaze was distant for fleeting moments… as if searching for something none of them could give.
But still she let them take her, again and again, until the room itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their bodies.
One by one, the others withdrew, spent and breathing heavily, until the room was quiet again — save for the soft creak of the bed and the faint rustle of silk.
Only one man remained.
He was taller than the rest, his frame broad and powerful, every movement carrying the coiled strength of tight, disciplined muscles. His skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling slowly as his eyes fixed on her.
Mei Suhua's gaze slid downward, lingering on the thick length he carried — already hard, already ready for her. Eight inches of promise and heat.
Her tongue swept slowly over her lips, the corners curling into a sultry smile. Without a word, she leaned back against the pillows, her knees bending as she let her legs fall open in deliberate invitation.
"Come," she murmured, her voice low and edged with hunger.
He stepped forward, the weight of his presence filling the room as surely as the sound of his bare feet on the floor. When he reached the bed, her hands rested on her thighs, spreading herself wider for him, her gaze locked on his as she waited for him to climb between her legs.
The air between them seemed to thicken with anticipation — the quiet before the final storm of the night.
He climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the cushions as he moved between her parted thighs. His hands gripped her hips firmly, the heat of his palms searing against her skin.
Without preamble, he thrust into her in one long, unbroken motion, filling her completely. Mei Suhua's head fell back against the pillows, a deep, throaty sound slipping from her lips as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He moved with relentless strength, each stroke driving deep, forcing the air from her lungs in gasps that mixed with soft, breathless moans. His body was a solid wall of muscle against hers, his pace quickening as their breaths mingled.
Her nails traced down his back, dragging lightly at first before digging in as his rhythm became harder, faster. The bed shifted beneath them, the silk sheets twisting as their bodies pressed and rolled together.
He angled his hips, finding that perfect spot inside her, and Mei Suhua's voice caught, her back arching as she clung to him. The force of his thrusts only grew, each one hitting deep, each one sending shivers racing through her limbs.
They moved together in a fevered rhythm — her body tightening around him, his grip unyielding as if he intended to claim every last bit of her. The heat built fast, the room filled with the sound of their bodies meeting again and again.
When release finally crashed over her, it came in waves, her voice spilling out in sharp, breathless cries as she clenched around him. He followed moments later with a deep, guttural groan, holding himself fully inside her as his body shuddered.
For a moment, they stayed tangled together, the air heavy and warm, their breaths slowing in unison. Then he eased back, leaving her sprawled in the center of the bed — hair mussed, skin glowing, and lips curved in the faintest, satisfied smile.
By the time the lantern light outside began to fade into the pale wash of dawn, Mei Suhua had dressed again. She left the brothel without a backward glance, her stride smooth and unhurried… though deep inside, she knew the night, as heated as it had been, still hadn't erased the image of calm, masked eyes that haunted her thoughts.
Chapter 727 – "Tea for Nine"
The morning sun spilled gently through the open windows of the Heavenly Sect's private quarters, the air carrying the faint scent of flowers from the courtyard below. Around the low table sat Alex, Yu Mei, Fei Xue, Ling Hua, Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, Yan Zhi, and Jin Rou — the entire Heaven Sect sisterhood together in one quiet moment.
Steam curled from the porcelain teapot in Alex's hands as he poured, his movements steady and precise. The deep amber liquid flowed smoothly into each delicate cup, the fragrance instantly filling the room with notes of roasted leaves and something sweeter, almost floral.
Yu Mei lifted her cup first, taking a careful sip. Her eyes widened slightly, then softened into a smile. "Alex… this is wonderful."
Fei Xue followed, nodding in agreement. "I didn't think tea could be this rich and smooth. It's like it melts on the tongue."
Ling Hua inhaled the steam before drinking, her expression serene. "Balanced perfectly — not too strong, not too light. You've turned tea into an art."
Mei Lian leaned over her cup, her voice warm. "Besides your cooking, you've been hiding this skill from us?"
Ru Yan swirled her tea gently, watching the ripples catch the light. "It's not fair — you're already unmatched in the kitchen, and now you make tea like this."
Shui Yun took another sip and sighed. "This is the kind of tea that makes you forget the world outside exists."
Yan Zhi smiled faintly, her usual reserve softening. "You could open a tea house and it would be the most famous in the continent."
Jin Rou tilted her head playfully. "But then everyone would try to take you from us, so maybe… keep it just for us."
Alex chuckled quietly, refilling their cups. "I make food and tea for the people I care about. If it tastes better than others', it's only because of the company I share it with."
Their laughter filled the room, mingling with the scent of the tea and the warmth of the morning light — a rare, peaceful pause before the tournament's chaos resumed.
After the warmth of tea and laughter, the conversation shifted, Yu Mei setting her cup down with a small smile that carried just a hint of mischief.
"By the way, Alex," she began casually, "one of the elders mentioned wanting to… spend the night with you."
Fei Xue's lips curved faintly. "We didn't say anything at the time. It's not uncommon for couples in cultivation to share partners, especially among powerful sects."
Ling Hua nodded slowly. "In the world outside, it's considered normal… even expected in some circles."
Mei Lian leaned her chin in her hand. "But even if we say it's normal, that doesn't mean it applies to us."
Ru Yan's tone was gentle but firm. "We won't ever be with another man, Alex. Not now. Not ever."
Shui Yun gave a soft laugh. "If they knew the truth, they'd understand why. After you, there's no one worth the thought."
Yan Zhi met his eyes, her voice quiet but unwavering. "It's not just about skill or strength. It's about who you are to us."
Jin Rou smiled with playful defiance. "So if anyone else tries, they'll have to get through us first."
Alex set the teapot down and looked at each of them in turn, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. "I never doubted that for a moment. And I'm not interested in anyone who isn't already mine."
The room fell into a comfortable silence, the air filled not with the tension of jealousy but with the quiet certainty of mutual devotion. Outside, the sound of wind in the courtyard trees carried in, mingling with the faint aroma of their tea — a reminder that in this circle, there was no space for anyone else.
It was Jin Rou who broke the comfortable quiet, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Alex… have you ever been to a brothel?"
The question landed like a pebble in still water. Alex, mid-sip of tea, froze — then promptly turned his head and spat the mouthful back into the empty tray beside him.
The sisters burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the room.
Yu Mei waved her hand dismissively. "It's unnecessary to react like that. We've all heard rumors from male cultivators — they say it's a… good experience."
Fei Xue's voice was calm, but her lips twitched in amusement. "So? Is it that you don't want to try it, or… have you already?"
Ling Hua tilted her head. "Or perhaps you've been to one before and just don't want to admit it?"
Alex rubbed the back of his neck, his usual composure slipping into something more boyish. "…I've never."
Mei Lian leaned forward with an incredulous smile. "Never?"
"Never," he repeated, looking away as if the floor had suddenly become very interesting.
Ru Yan chuckled. "For someone as confident as you, that's almost cute."
Shui Yun sipped her tea, eyes sparkling. "And here I thought you'd be the type to have stories to tell."
Yan Zhi's mouth curved slightly. "Well… at least we know he's untouched by that world."
Jin Rou gave him a sly smile. "Good. That means you belong entirely to us."
Alex could only shake his head, muttering under his breath, "I prefer my company right here anyway."
Yu Mei rested her chin in her palm, her gaze sweeping over Alex with a thoughtful smile. "You know… considering your harem already includes Ciel, Morgan, Reyne, Airi, Hanabi, Nefertiti, Nyx, Iris, Mary, Mira, Vira, Mircella, Ileana, Aphrodite, Athena, Artemis, Amaterasu… and then us — me, Fei Xue, Ling Hua, Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, Yan Zhi, and Jin Rou —" she tilted her head slightly, "that's… quite a lot."
Alex blinked, unsure where she was going with this.
Yu Mei's smile widened. "So I thought, surely, a man with that much… experience… must have used a brothel before. It's not like you'd need it, but still."
"I told you—" Alex began, but she cut him off with a light wave of her hand.
"It's fine," she said smoothly. "Even if you had, it wouldn't bother me. In fact, if you ever wanted to go and… use the service, it's okay."
Fei Xue arched a brow at her younger sister's words but didn't contradict her. Ling Hua hid a small smile behind her teacup, while Mei Lian leaned forward with open curiosity.
Alex sighed, rubbing his temple. "You're really not going to let this go, are you?"
Yu Mei's eyes sparkled. "Not until I'm sure you understand I'm not afraid of sharing you with anyone you choose… though," her voice lowered into something both warm and possessive, "no brothel girl will ever compare to us."
The other sisters murmured their agreement, some with gentle smiles, others with a more teasing glint in their eyes.
Alex poured himself another cup of tea, muttering, "I already told you… I've never been to one. And if I ever go, it'll only be because you dragged me there yourself."
Yu Mei's lips curved knowingly. "Don't tempt me."
Chapter 728 – "The Odds of Experience"
The tea had cooled slightly, but the conversation stayed warm — and just a bit mischievous.
"It's really okay, Alex," Yu Mei said, swirling the last of her tea in her cup. "Our father went to brothels plenty of times before he even met our mother."
Fei Xue gave a calm nod. "It's not exactly a secret. He's never been ashamed of it either."
Ling Hua smirked faintly. "And he's hardly the only one. Most wealthy male cultivators, especially the ambitious ones… I'd bet ninety-five percent of them have visited a brothel at least once."
Mei Lian leaned in, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Probably more than once."
Ru Yan rested her cheek in her hand. "It's practically a rite of passage for them. Expensive wine, music, and paid company — it's just how many of them celebrate victories or spend downtime."
Shui Yun chuckled. "And those men don't even have a fraction of what you already have."
Yan Zhi's tone was dry, but the corner of her lips quirked. "If anything, the surprising part is that you haven't gone."
Jin Rou grinned. "Exactly. You're already better than ninety-five percent of them — and not just because of your tea."
Alex set his cup down and shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "If ninety-five percent of them want to waste their time that way, that's their business. I have all I need right here."
The sisters exchanged looks — some amused, some pleased, all of them satisfied with his answer.
Mei Lian's smile turned sly. "You know… I bet if word ever got out that your seed could push a woman to level eight in less than a day…" She let the thought hang, her eyes narrowing with amusement.
Ru Yan finished it for her, voice smooth as silk. "…there would be lines of beautiful women at your door, asking — or begging — to sleep with you."
Shui Yun chuckled. "And not just cultivators from the tournament. Noble ladies, sect heiresses, even wandering rogue cultivators… anyone with ambition would come."
Yan Zhi's tone was flat, but her words carried an edge. "Some might even be bold enough to offer you things in exchange. Treasures. Techniques. Land. Influence."
Jin Rou leaned back with a laugh. "You'd probably get proposals before the first cup of tea was poured."
Yu Mei gave him a long, knowing look. "If it ever happened, the temptation wouldn't be the offers… it would be how creative they'd get to convince you."
Alex smirked faintly, shaking his head. "Fortunately for all of us, no one's going to find out."
Fei Xue's lips curved in agreement. "No. Because if they did, you wouldn't have time for anything else — and we're not sharing."
That last part drew a round of murmured agreement from all of them, the air in the room turning just a touch more possessive despite the easy smiles.
In another wing of the same residence, the morning was quieter — at least until Sect Master Tian suddenly sneezed hard enough to startle the birds perched outside the open window.
He sniffed, rubbing his nose. Someone must be gossiping about me, he thought idly, reaching for the tea on the low table.
Lady Xia, seated beside him, felt an odd, sharp twinge in her instincts. It was the sort of feeling she had learned not to ignore — and this time, it carried the distinct weight of her husband's less-than-spotless past.
Her gaze narrowed. Without a word, her hand shot out and gripped him firmly between the legs, her fingers curling with just enough pressure to make his eyes widen.
"Darling," she said sweetly — though the edge in her tone could have cut stone — "you're not planning on going again, are you?"
Sect Master Tian froze, his teacup halfway to his lips. "Go… again?"
She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a mock-whisper laced with suspicion. "To a brothel."
His free hand went up in protest, eyes wide. "No! Of course not! I haven't been to one since before we—"
She squeezed just a little tighter. "Before we what?"
He swallowed hard. "…Since before we met," he finished quickly.
Lady Xia studied his face for a long moment before releasing her hold, though her eyes remained sharp. "Good. Keep it that way."
Sect Master Tian cleared his throat and took a long, careful sip of tea, deciding very firmly not to sneeze again anytime soon.
Back in the other room, the sisters suddenly burst into laughter all at once, without anyone having said anything particularly funny.
Alex blinked at them, puzzled. "What's so funny?"
Yu Mei shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know… just felt like laughing."
Fei Xue sipped her tea, her expression serene but her eyes glinting. "Anyway, we were talking about brothels earlier…"
Ling Hua set her cup down, tilting her head innocently. "If you really don't want to go, that's fine. But if you do, we honestly wouldn't mind."
Mei Lian leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "In fact… maybe we could go with you."
Ru Yan's voice was soft, but the curve of her lips was wicked. "Watch you with other women…"
Shui Yun laughed lightly. "…and maybe even join in."
Yan Zhi's face didn't change much, but her words carried no hesitation. "If it's you, it wouldn't bother us."
Jin Rou's smile was pure mischief. "Besides, it might be fun to see how you handle women who aren't already in love with you."
Alex groaned and rubbed his forehead, muttering, "You all are impossible."
Yu Mei leaned closer, her tone teasing but warm. "We're just saying — if you ever decide to try it, you won't be going alone."
The sisters exchanged looks and broke into another round of laughter, leaving Alex to wonder if they were joking… or dead serious.
Chapter 729 – "The House of Heavenly Tea"
The laughter from their earlier conversation was still lingering when Yu Mei leaned back, her eyes glittering with mischief. "You know, Alex… all this talk about brothels has me thinking."
Fei Xue arched a brow. "That's dangerous."
Yu Mei ignored her, fixing Alex with a grin. "What if you actually went? Not to some real place, but here. Right now."
Alex frowned. "Here?"
Ling Hua set down her cup, her voice calm but with the faintest playful curve at the edge. "We could turn this room into one. Call it… the House of Heavenly Tea."
Mei Lian giggled. "We could dress the part."
Ru Yan's eyes softened, but her words carried a hint of mischief. "And then see how you'd behave if we were the ones offering the… services."
Shui Yun tilted her head. "It could be a kind of… training."
Yan Zhi's lips quirked almost imperceptibly. "To test his self-control."
Jin Rou leaned forward, her smile sly. "Or to see how fast we can make him lose it."
Alex groaned, rubbing his temple. "You all are insane."
Yu Mei leaned closer, her voice low and teasing. "Come on. You've never been to a brothel, right? Let's give you the experience… but better. And besides—" she trailed a finger along the edge of his teacup, "—if you like it, maybe we'll let you 'sample the menu.'"
The sisters broke into laughter again, already exchanging glances that promised trouble.
Alex had the distinct, sinking feeling that they weren't joking.
Yu Mei was the first to move, rising gracefully from her cushion and circling behind Alex. She brushed her fingers lightly over his shoulders, her voice adopting a honeyed tone. "Welcome, honored guest… I'm here to make sure you forget all your worries."
Fei Xue stood, her posture straight and regal. She moved to his right, looking down at him with a calm, commanding gaze. "I am the mistress of this house. For the right price, I'll give you anything you desire… or tell you what you should desire."
Ling Hua slipped to his left, her movements slow and deliberate, the faint scent of her perfume drifting as she leaned close. "I'm the quiet one, the one who doesn't speak much… but I'll let my actions speak for me."
Mei Lian knelt in front of him, her smile bright and inviting. "I'm the friendly one — I'll pour your wine, feed you sweet fruits, and make you laugh before I take you upstairs."
Ru Yan sat beside him on the other side, her tone a low, velvet purr. "I'm the mysterious beauty… you won't know what I'm thinking, but you'll beg to find out."
Shui Yun perched on the arm of his seat, swinging one leg casually as she leaned in. "I'm the playful one. I'll tease you until you can't stand it anymore."
Yan Zhi stood in the corner at first, her arms crossed. "I'm the one who's hard to get. You'll have to work for every touch."
And finally, Jin Rou slipped behind him opposite Yu Mei, leaning down so her lips almost touched his ear. "I'm the wild one — the one you'll regret in the morning but never forget."
They began to move around him in a slow, deliberate dance of proximity — pouring tea, brushing their fingers over his shoulders, leaning close enough that he could feel the warmth of their breath. Their voices overlapped in soft greetings and playful offers, each one promising something different.
Within moments, Alex found himself surrounded — every direction he turned, a sister was there, smiling, teasing, tempting.
Yu Mei tilted her head with a mock-serious look. "So, honored guest… which of us will you 'book' for the evening?"
Alex let his gaze wander slowly over the "lineup" of sisters, his mouth curling into the faintest smirk. "Well… if I have to choose…"
The others leaned in, waiting.
He turned his head toward Yu Mei, who was standing just behind him, her hands still resting lightly on his shoulders. "I'll take her," he said simply.
Yu Mei's lips curved in triumph. "A wise choice," she murmured, stepping around to face him. She held out her hand, palm up, as though inviting him to stand.
Fei Xue arched a brow, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "Straight to the top girl, hm? Not even pretending to be tempted by the rest of us?"
Alex stood, letting Yu Mei guide him. "Temptation isn't the same as choice."
That earned him a few playful scoffs and mock glares from the other sisters, but they stepped back, giving Yu Mei space as she led him toward the low couch in the corner.
She pushed him gently to sit, then straddled his lap without hesitation, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Since you've booked me for the evening," she said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone, "I'll make sure you get your money's worth… even if you didn't pay a coin."
Her lips hovered a breath away from his, and though it was all supposed to be pretend, the warmth between them quickly shifted from playful to charged. Around them, the other sisters leaned in to watch, some grinning, some clearly enjoying the show.
Yu Mei's fingers curled in his hair, her mouth brushing his ear as she whispered, "Should I give them something worth watching?"
Alex's smirk deepened. "I'm not stopping you."
Yu Mei's lips finally claimed his, the kiss starting slow but deepening quickly, her body pressing flush against his. Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back and give her full control of the kiss.
The sisters murmured among themselves in low voices, their tones a mix of teasing and curiosity, but none of them moved to stop her.
Yu Mei broke the kiss only long enough to trail her lips along his jaw and down the side of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. "You really are a good customer," she whispered, her hips shifting ever so slightly in his lap.
Alex's hands slid to her waist, holding her steady but making no move to push her away. If anything, his grip only encouraged her to continue.
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks faintly flushed. "In the House of Heavenly Tea, we pride ourselves on full satisfaction."
Before he could reply, her mouth was on his again, this time more urgent, her body moving in slow, deliberate rolls that made it clear the roleplay was teetering on the edge of something far more real.
Ling Hua leaned slightly toward Fei Xue and whispered with a faint smile, "She's enjoying this a little too much."
Fei Xue's eyes stayed on the pair, her voice calm but tinged with amusement. "And he's letting her."
Yu Mei pulled back again, just enough to let her lips hover above Alex's, her voice a husky murmur. "Want to see what the premium service is like?"
Alex's answer was a low, steady, "Show me."
Yu Mei's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile at his answer. Without breaking eye contact, she rose from his lap just enough to reach for the sash at her waist. The silk tie slid loose with a whisper, her robe parting to reveal the curve of her shoulders and the soft line of skin beneath.
She settled back down astride him, the parted robe brushing against his sides, her warmth pressing into him through the thin layers still between them. "The premium service," she murmured, her hands resting on his chest, "isn't just about touch… it's about making you forget where you are."
Her hips began to move in slow, deliberate circles, the motion calculated to build heat without rushing it. She kissed him again — deeper, wetter this time — her tongue tracing against his until his breath grew heavier.
The other sisters exchanged glances, their earlier teasing replaced with a more focused silence. Fei Xue sat with her arms crossed, but her eyes didn't leave them. Mei Lian had leaned forward, her chin resting on her hands, watching as if she were studying technique.
Yu Mei broke the kiss, her lips glistening, and shifted her weight slightly, bringing her body closer to his in a way that made him draw a sharp breath. "Still just roleplay?" she whispered, her tone rich with challenge.
Alex's hands slid up her back, fingers splaying over bare skin. "I think you've already crossed that line."
"Good," she murmured, and claimed his mouth again — but this time her movements quickened, her body pressing and rolling against his with enough intent that the room's temperature seemed to rise.
Ru Yan finally spoke from the side, her voice a soft hum. "If she keeps going like that, she's not going to stop at pretending."
Yu Mei didn't answer — she was too busy showing Alex exactly what "premium service" meant.
Chapter 730 – "Closing the Curtains"
Yu Mei's hands slipped to her own sash again, but this time there was no pretense of teasing. With deliberate slowness, she pulled the silk free and let the robe slide from her shoulders, falling in a whispering cascade to the floor.
The lamplight painted her skin in soft gold, every curve bare and unhidden. She didn't rush; she simply let him look at her, the faintest smile touching her lips as if she knew she had his full attention.
Her fingers then moved to his collar, tracing along the fabric before she began loosening the first tie. The second followed, then the third, each one undone with steady, unhurried precision. "One by one," she murmured, "so we can enjoy every step."
As the folds of his robe opened, she pushed it from his shoulders, revealing the strength beneath — the lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin under her touch. She leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his throat, her hands sliding lower to work at the next layer.
Alex watched her quietly, his own hands resting on her hips but not yet moving to rush her.
When the last barrier between them was gone, she settled back into his lap, now bare skin against bare skin. The heat between them was no longer the comfortable warmth of tea and laughter — it was the sharp, electric heat that needed no more words.
Yu Mei's fingers traced down his chest as her lips found his again, deeper than before. "No audience this time," she whispered, her breath mingling with his. "Just you and me."
Chapter 730 – "Closing the Curtains" (18+)
Yu Mei's hands slipped to her own sash again, but this time there was no pretense of teasing. With deliberate slowness, she pulled the silk free and let the robe slide from her shoulders, falling in a whispering cascade to the floor.
The lamplight painted her skin in soft gold, every curve bare and unhidden. She didn't rush; she simply let him look at her, the faintest smile touching her lips as if she knew she had his full attention.
Her fingers then moved to his collar, tracing along the fabric before she began loosening the first tie. The second followed, then the third, each one undone with steady, unhurried precision. "One by one," she murmured, "so we can enjoy every step."
As the folds of his robe opened, she pushed it from his shoulders, revealing the strength beneath — the lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin under her touch. She leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his throat, her hands sliding lower to work at the next layer.
Alex watched her quietly, his own hands resting on her hips but not yet moving to rush her.
When the last barrier between them was gone, she settled back into his lap, now bare skin against bare skin. The heat between them was no longer the comfortable warmth of tea and laughter — it was the sharp, electric heat that needed no more words.
Yu Mei's fingers traced down his chest as her lips found his again, deeper than before. "No audience this time," she whispered, her breath mingling with his. "Just you and me."
Yu Mei shifted forward, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her hands braced against his shoulders as she positioned herself, the warmth between them so close now that every small movement made their breathing catch.
She held his gaze as she lowered herself slowly, the first touch of him against her making her inhale sharply. Her lips parted, but no words came — only a quiet, trembling sound that was equal parts anticipation and surrender.
Then, with a slow, steady motion, she took him into her. Inch by inch, she sank down until he filled her completely, the heat and pressure drawing a shiver from both of them. Her head tipped back slightly, eyes half-lidded as she let herself adjust to him.
Alex's hands slid up her back, his fingers splaying across the smooth plane of her skin before resting at her waist, steadying her as she began to move.
The first rolls of her hips were slow, deliberate — not the playful grinding of before, but deep, measured motions meant to savor every inch. She leaned forward to kiss him, her breath hitching between each press of her lips.
His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her into a slightly faster rhythm. She followed willingly, her body finding a natural cadence that built in heat and urgency. The air between them thickened, every movement feeding the next until the soft sighs she made turned into quiet, breathless moans against his mouth.
Yu Mei broke the kiss only to rest her forehead against his, her voice low and uneven. "This… is no roleplay anymore."
Alex's smirk was brief, his reply just as unsteady. "Was it ever?"
She let out a shaky laugh before losing herself in the rhythm again, her movements faster now, her body pressed flush to his. Every shift, every thrust brought them closer to that edge, their breathing ragged, hearts racing in sync.
And when the wave finally broke over them, it came hard — her nails digging into his shoulders, his arms locking tight around her as they moved through it together, their voices low and raw in the quiet room.
After, she stayed straddling him, her body still trembling faintly, her face buried against his neck. Neither spoke for a long while.
When she finally lifted her head, her lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Premium service… complete."
Yu Mei didn't move away from his lap. If anything, the faint glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn't finished. Her fingers trailed lazily over his chest, tracing slow circles as her lips curved into a wicked smile.
"The premium service," she murmured, brushing her mouth against his ear, "comes with… unlimited sessions."
Before Alex could answer, she shifted again, rolling her hips in a slow grind that made them both draw in sharp breaths. Her hands slid down his body, roaming as though she were appraising him like a customer's purchase, staying fully in character.
"Still hard," she whispered, her tone teasing but laced with heat. "You must really like the girls here."
Alex smirked faintly. "Just one."
Her smile deepened, and without breaking eye contact, she rose slightly before sinking back down onto him in one smooth motion. This time she didn't start slow — her hips moved with purpose, a steady, rolling pace that made the faint slap of skin fill the quiet room.
She leaned back slightly, her hands braced against his thighs, giving him a perfect view of her body as she rode him. Her breathing grew heavier, lips parting as she let the rhythm take over, her movements fluid and sure.
Still playing her role, she spoke between breaths, voice sultry. "Do you… want me… all night?"
Alex's hands gripped her hips, his answer low and certain. "You're not leaving until you can't move."
Her laugh was breathless, but she didn't slow — if anything, her pace quickened, the heat between them building again. The roleplay was now a thin veil over the raw connection in each movement, but she stayed with it, whispering things in his ear as if he were a favored client she wanted to keep coming back.
It was only when the second climax tore through her — leaving her trembling in his arms — that she finally let herself collapse against him, her chest rising and falling against his.
But even then, the way her fingers idly traced along his jaw told him the night wasn't over yet.