Chapter 861 – "First Approach"
The scene shifted to one of the side residences in Frost Moon Palace, its walls laced with pale blue ice-veins that glimmered softly in the lamplight.
Xiao Hui sat cross-legged on a cushioned bench, her long sleeves draped loosely over her hands. Though she was one of the 400, she was not a prominent figure — more comfortable in the background, a quiet presence among louder personalities.
Across from her, Xin Yi leaned against the low table, idly sipping a cup of steaming tea. The two had known each other for years, their closeness born from shared duties and the occasional late-night conversation during long guard rotations.
"You've been… distracted lately," Xin Yi said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Ever since you came back from that 'training trip' with the Sect Master."
Xiao Hui smiled faintly, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. "Maybe I've just been thinking about… possibilities."
Xin Yi raised a brow. "Possibilities?"
The smile deepened, though her voice stayed soft. "Yes. The kind that make life warmer. The kind that make you wonder if you've been missing something all along."
Xin Yi tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. Xiao Hui said nothing more for the moment — letting silence and the faint heat in her words do the work.
Xiao Hui's gaze dropped briefly, and she noticed it — a faint glisten between Xin Yi's thighs, just visible beneath the folds of her robe. Her lips curved into a slow smile.
Without asking, she rose from her seat and crossed the short distance between them. Xin Yi stiffened slightly as Xiao Hui knelt in front of her, fingers parting the robe's edge before sliding down to cup her warmth. The touch was light at first, just a teasing stroke along the slick folds, but it drew a sharp, involuntary breath from Xin Yi.
"Were you… thinking about Alex just now?" Xiao Hui's tone was gentle, but her words carried a quiet weight as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing more heat from the already damp flesh.
Xin Yi's lips parted, her eyes half-lidded as she let out a shaky exhale.
Inside, Xiao Hui's thoughts twisted. Alex. The name felt wrong in her mind — too casual, too bare for the one she served. Master, she corrected silently, almost as if speaking to him in her heart.
Forgive me, Master… and forgive me, Mistress, she thought, directing the silent apology to Ying Hua as well. I'll make sure she calls you by your rightful place soon enough.
Her thumb pressed a little firmer against Xin Yi's clit, the slow rhythm becoming a subtle but steady pulse of sensation. "Tell me," Xiao Hui murmured, leaning in close enough that her breath warmed Xin Yi's ear, "what were you thinking about… when this happened?"
Xiao Hui's smile deepened as her fingers slipped lower, the teasing circles giving way to a slow, deliberate push. One finger slid inside, curling just enough to stroke that spot that made Xin Yi's breath hitch.
"Feel that?" Xiao Hui whispered, her tone coaxing, almost hypnotic. "That's not just your body, Xin Yi… that's your truth trying to come out."
Xin Yi's knees trembled, her hands gripping the edge of the table for support. Each thrust of Xiao Hui's finger drew a soft, helpless sound from her lips, her composure unraveling piece by piece.
Finally, the words broke free. "I… I'm infatuated with him," she gasped, her voice shaking. "I want… to have sex with him… but… he already has a wife…"
Xiao Hui's lips brushed against her ear, the next words sliding into her mind like silk. "Then why don't you be his sex slave?"
The suggestion hit like a spark in dry tinder. Xin Yi's body arched sharply, her voice breaking into a cry as the orgasm tore through her. Warm liquid spilled in a sudden rush, splashing against Xiao Hui's hand and dripping onto the polished ice floor.
Without hesitation, Xiao Hui withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips, licking them slowly, savoring the taste as her eyes never left Xin Yi's flushed, trembling face.
"Think about it," she murmured. "Not as a burden… but as the best thing that could ever happen to you."
Xin Yi's breathing was still uneven, her cheeks flushed a deep rose as she tried to steady herself. "It's not just… lust," she admitted, her voice low but firm. "I'm fascinated by him because of everything he's done for the sect. And… because he came to teach me alchemy."
Her eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "He taught me with such patience… such gentleness. No one's ever treated me like that. I fell in love with him before I even realized it. And now…" she hesitated only a moment before the words spilled out, "I want to surrender myself to him — even if it means being his sex slave."
The confession left her shivering, though not from shame. "If he asked, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd be… happy. Happier than I've ever been. Just knowing it would come true…"
Xiao Hui leaned in, brushing her fingertips along Xin Yi's jaw, tilting her face upward until their eyes met. Her voice was calm, almost conspiratorial. "Then don't wait for him to ask. Offer yourself. Be brave."
Xin Yi blinked, her lips parting slightly. "Offer… myself?"
Xiao Hui's smirk returned, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. "Yes. Go to him. Tell him what you want. Show him you're willing. Men like him… they don't need to chase. They just need to see that you're ready to be caught."
While Xiao Hui's words sank deep into Xin Yi's heart, similar scenes unfolded all across Frost Moon Palace.
In one courtyard, two disciples sat beneath a frost-laden pine, their conversation drifting from casual gossip to whispered temptation. One leaned close, letting her breath tickle the other's ear as she murmured about how much stronger they'd feel under his guidance, how easy it would be to let go of old rules.
Elsewhere, in the privacy of a secluded bathing pool, another pair of women moved in the water together — their bare skin brushing, hands exploring with bold familiarity. One laughed softly, coaxing her friend into a slow, lingering kiss, letting it build until the soft sound of water splashing betrayed their growing hunger.
In a training chamber, a third group simply lounged together after practice, their talk laced with playful suggestions and teasing remarks about what it might be like to surrender completely. Some laughed it off, others blushed, but all of them felt the seed of the idea settling deeper.
Across the entire sect, the 400 moved with quiet purpose — some using only words, some letting touch speak for them, and some taking it further, sharing pleasure woman-to-woman to stir the ache that the Pink Mist had already kindled.
Every encounter, every whisper, was another thread in Ying Hua's web, drawing the sect closer to the point where resistance would no longer exist.
Back in her private chamber, Ying Hua lounged on a pile of thick furs, the choker at her throat faintly pulsing with each incoming connection. Through it, she could hear the voices — fragments of laughter, low whispers, gasps of pleasure — all carried from the women scattered throughout the sect.
Each sound painted a picture in her mind: another woman swayed, another touched, another breathlessly admitting a desire she'd never dared to voice before.
Her petite body shifted, one hand sliding between her thighs as the other idly toyed with the choker. She slipped two fingers inside herself with ease, her breath catching as she closed her eyes.
Father with her… and her… and all of them… The images in her mind were vivid — every face she sensed through the chokers transformed into one of his lovers, bent to his will, marked as his.
She moved her fingers faster, her small frame trembling with each wave of pleasure, her thoughts a single, burning certainty: Every woman here must be his sex slave.
The pleasure built and broke over her in sharp, shivering bursts, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as the echoes of the chokers filled her mind.
It's only a matter of time, she thought, drawing her fingers slowly back, the pulse of the network still thrumming against her skin. Soon… they'll all belong to him.
Ying Hua lay back against the furs, her breathing slowing, the glow of satisfaction still warm in her chest. Her mind lingered on the images she'd conjured — every woman in Frost Moon Palace kneeling in devotion, their pride shattered, their hearts bound only to him.
A soft laugh escaped her lips. They don't even realize how lucky they are, she thought. That Father came to this sect… that they'll have the chance to belong to him.
Her fingers trailed idly over her bare stomach, the choker's faint pulse a steady reminder that the plan was in motion. And soon, every woman here would understand just how fortunate she truly believed them to be.