Chapter 863 – "The First Taste of Power"
Ying Hua kept her hand firm at the back of Xin Yi's head, controlling the rhythm with measured precision. "Not too fast," she murmured, her tone calm but commanding. "Feel him. Learn him."
Xin Yi obeyed without a word, her lips sliding along the heated length in perfect time with Ying Hua's guidance. She could hear Alex's breathing deepen, feel the subtle flex beneath her tongue each time she drew back, only to be pushed forward again.
"Good," Ying Hua said softly, her fingers tightening slightly in Xin Yi's hair. "You're serving him well."
Xin Yi didn't know if it was the praise, the intoxicating heat in her mouth, or the steady control Ying Hua exerted over her — but her body responded with a shiver that went all the way to her toes.
The tempo shifted; Ying Hua quickened the pace, each thrust a little deeper, a little more demanding. Xin Yi felt the tension coiling, the pulse of something imminent.
Then it happened — a sudden rush, thick and hot, flooding her mouth. She gasped through her nose, but Ying Hua's grip held her in place.
"Don't waste it," Ying Hua whispered.
Xin Yi swallowed, once, twice, again, until every drop was gone. The taste was unlike anything she'd imagined — warm, rich, with an underlying sweetness that sent a strange thrill through her.
Almost instantly, she felt it — a surge in her core, a deep thrum of energy spreading through every fiber of her body. Her breath caught as her aura flared, then stabilized at a higher pitch.
Ying Hua released her, brushing a hand through her hair almost affectionately. "Level Nine," she said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Xin Yi knelt there, stunned, her lips still tingling, the taste lingering. She looked up at Alex — and for the first time, she truly understood the hunger she had seen in the eyes of the others.
Alex's hand reached out, his fingers curling under Xin Yi's chin to lift her gaze to his. There was no need for words; the silent command in his eyes was enough. She rose, her legs still unsteady from the rush of power and sensation, and he drew her onto the bed with him.
Ying Hua shifted to the side but didn't leave — she remained close, her grey-silver hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes fixed on them both like a sentinel.
Alex guided Xin Yi down onto her back, the heat of his body pressing over hers. Her breath came faster as his hands explored her, mapping every curve, every trembling inch, until he aligned himself with her and pushed forward in a single, claiming thrust.
Her gasp was sharp, her body arching to meet him instinctively. He moved with unhurried strength, each stroke sinking deeper, the weight of him both overwhelming and grounding. Xin Yi's hands gripped at his shoulders, her mind spinning between disbelief and raw, building pleasure.
Beside them, Ying Hua's voice cut through the haze — calm, precise, and inescapable. "Who are you?"
Xin Yi's lips parted, her breath catching with each of Alex's movements. "I… I'm…" Her voice faltered under the wave of sensation, but Ying Hua's gaze held her like a blade at her throat.
"Say it," Ying Hua pressed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Xin Yi's eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she found her voice again — stronger this time, resonating with conviction born of the truth in her heart. "I am… the Master's sex slave."
Ying Hua's lips curved in a small, approving smile. "Good," she said softly, her eyes never leaving Xin Yi's flushed, pleasure-stricken face. "Never forget it."
Alex's pace deepened, his hands framing Xin Yi's hips as if to engrave the moment into her body. Every thrust made her cry out louder, the words she had just spoken echoing in her mind like a vow carved in stone.
Alex's movements grew more deliberate, each deep thrust drawing a sharp cry from Xin Yi's lips. Her body trembled beneath him, pleasure building in relentless waves, the heat in her core spiraling higher with every stroke.
Ying Hua stayed close, watching intently, her small hands resting in her lap like a queen observing a coronation. "Take it all," she murmured, her voice calm yet absolute. "Every bit of him. This is your truth now."
Xin Yi could barely think — every sensation drowned her in the rhythm of his claiming. Her nails dug lightly into his back, her breath coming in ragged bursts as her hips instinctively rose to meet his.
Alex leaned in, his lips brushing the side of her neck, his voice low enough that it seemed to vibrate directly into her skin. "You're mine."
The words struck her deeper than any touch, sending her over the edge. Her climax tore through her, arching her spine as a cry escaped her throat — a sound equal parts surrender and ecstasy. The release pulsed through her in shuddering waves, her body tightening around him as if to hold him there forever.
Alex didn't stop. He held her firmly in place, his thrusts steady until the final moment when his release surged into her, hot and filling. She felt the warmth spread through her womb, the unmistakable sensation of being marked from the inside out.
Something within her shifted — not just in body, but in spirit. She knew without doubt that she had crossed a line she would never return from.
Ying Hua's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Now you belong to him," she said softly, almost like a blessing. "Completely."
Alex remained close, his presence heavy and grounding, his hand sliding up to cup the side of her face. She met his gaze, still trembling, and whispered with a fierce, unshakable certainty, "I'm yours. Always."
From the very first moment Xin Yi stepped into the room, Ying Hua had been watching through more than just her eyes. The slim choker at her throat glowed faintly, its hidden function quietly active — recording every sight, every sound, every detail of what was unfolding.
While she guided Xin Yi's mouth, while she pressed her to speak her vow, while Alex claimed her fully, the device captured it all in perfect clarity.
Now, as Xin Yi lay beneath Alex, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, Ying Hua's hand brushed over the choker's surface. A soft pulse of light passed through it, and the recording was sent.
Not to one person. Not to a small circle.
To every woman in the Frost Moon Palace.
In dozens of rooms across the sect, the scene unfolded in perfect, unbroken sequence — the nervous arrival at the door, the command to strip, the oral service, the first thrust, the declaration of "I am the Master's sex slave," the final, unmistakable moment when Alex released inside her and she surrendered completely.
Gasps, flushed cheeks, and restless shifting followed in every corner of the palace as women watched. For some, it was confirmation of what they already longed for. For others, it was the final push they needed.
Back in the room, Ying Hua looked down at Xin Yi, her expression calm and satisfied. "Now," she said softly, knowing her words would echo in the minds of hundreds, "everyone knows what it means to be chosen… and they will want it too."
Alex didn't speak — he didn't have to. His arm drew Xin Yi close, his mark still warm inside her, while Ying Hua sat at his side, the architect of yet another conquest that would ripple through the entire sect.
Xin Yi was still catching her breath when Ying Hua shifted closer to Alex, settling against his side like a favored pet and a trusted lieutenant all at once. Her grey-silver hair brushed his shoulder as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
"I should tell you, Father," she said with that calm, deliberate tone she used when reporting something important, "I didn't just use the choker's function."
Alex's brow lifted slightly, though his hand never stopped resting possessively over Xin Yi's hip. "Oh?"
Ying Hua's lips curved faintly, the pride in her eyes unmistakable. "I wove fragments of the Law of Dream you gave me into the transmission. Every image, every sound — it didn't just reach their eyes and ears."
She shifted, her small hand resting lightly over his chest. "It reached their minds. I placed it directly into their dreaming thoughts, even if they were awake. They didn't just watch, Father… they felt it. As if they were here. As if they were her."
Xin Yi's eyes widened slightly at the realization, her cheeks flushing anew at the thought of hundreds of women experiencing her moment as if it were their own.
Ying Hua glanced down at her, a cool, knowing smile on her lips. "When they close their eyes tonight, they'll dream it again — every touch, every word, every release — until they can't bear not to make it real for themselves."
Alex's expression darkened with approval, his fingers curling briefly against her thigh in silent acknowledgment. "Good," he said simply, the single word carrying more weight than a dozen praises.
Ying Hua's smile deepened. "By the time the sun rises, Father, the whole sect will be restless for you."
Across the Frost Moon Palace, the dream-woven broadcast unfolded in the minds of every woman.
In a moonlit courtyard, a group of junior disciples paused mid-conversation, their eyes glazing as the images played within. One by one, their hands slipped beneath their robes, chasing the heat that bloomed low in their bellies.
In the bathing halls, steam curled around naked bodies as elders and disciples alike leaned back against the tile, fingers working frantically between their legs, trying to match the intensity of what they felt in their minds — Alex's weight, his heat, the way Xin Yi cried out when he filled her.
In private rooms, some women fell to their knees beside their beds, pressing their faces into the sheets as their hands moved faster, desperate to keep up with the memory that wasn't theirs but felt achingly real.
But no matter how they stroked, how deeply they pressed, it wasn't enough. The dream fragments Ying Hua had woven were too vivid, too consuming. Their own fingers were clumsy substitutes; they wanted the real thing — his hands, his body, his claiming.
Frustration mingled with hunger. Moans echoed in corridors, whimpers were muffled into pillows, and more than one woman found herself trembling in the aftermath, unsatisfied despite her efforts.
In her mind's eye, Ying Hua saw them all — hundreds of women restless, flushed, and aching — and she smiled against Alex's shoulder. "They're ready, Father," she whispered. "Soon they'll be at your door."
Alex's hand tightened on Xin Yi's hip, his eyes half-lidded with the weight of inevitability. In the quiet of his room, the seeds had been planted, and the entire sect now throbbed with need.
The night in Frost Moon Palace would not be a quiet one.