The grand living room of the crimson mansion, normally a sanctuary of refined elegance and hushed conversations, had been entirely transformed into a theater of primal, unyielding suffering. A high-pitched, agonizing scream tore through the ambient warmth, echoing harshly against the vaulted ceilings and the frost-warded windows. Tang Yuehua thrashed upon the plush velvet cushions of the sofa, her hands gripping the embroidered armrests with such desperate force that her knuckles had turned completely white.
"Ahhhhh! Please! Lord Marquis, I beg of you, stop!" Tang Yuehua sobbed, her voice a ragged, breathless plea that fractured into a series of pained gasps. Hot tears streamed relentlessly down her pale cheeks, smearing the pristine elegance she had maintained for four decades.
Zhang Tian offered no reprieve. He knelt between her parted thighs, his broad shoulders looming over her trembling form. He drove his hips forward with a steady, punishing rhythm, thrusting his massive, rock-hard length deep into her tight, unyielding depths. The sheer, intimidating size of his shaft stretched her delicate internal walls to the point of tearing, forcing an entrance that had remained fiercely guarded her entire life. A thin, stark trickle of crimson blood leaked from her torn maidenhead, staining the dark velvet beneath her, a visceral testament to the violent claiming of her purity.
Her physical constitution was a glaring vulnerability. Bound by the tragic defect of her Noble Circle martial spirit, Tang Yuehua possessed the fragile, delicate body of a Level 9 Spirit Master. She lacked the robust, tempered resilience of a high-ranking combatant. Against the monstrous, untiring stamina and the overwhelming physical density of a Level 85 Spirit Douluo, she was nothing more than a porcelain doll caught in the path of a raging tempest.
"No... it hurts... you are tearing me apart!" Tang Yuehua wailed, tossing her head from side to side. Her azure hair, the color of a clear summer sky, tangled into a messy, sweat-dampened halo across the cushions. Her beautiful blue eyes squeezed shut, leaking endless streams of tears. Every downward plunge of his hips struck her cervix with staggering force, sending jolts of blinding, searing pain shooting up her spine.
She desperately tried to push against his muscular chest, attempting to forge a fraction of distance between them, but her weak, trembling arms might as well have been pushing against a solid iron mountain. He easily absorbed her feeble resistance, continuing his relentless, mechanical pounding.
He did not merely focus on the brutal invasion of her lower half. His large, calloused hands moved upward, bypassing the ruined, shredded remnants of the scandalous ivory bodice she had been forced to wear. He aggressively grabbed her large, mature breasts, his fingers sinking deeply into the soft, yielding flesh. He kneaded the heavy globes with a demanding, bruising force, his thumbs ruthlessly pinching and twisting her stiffening nipples.
"Please... pull it out... I cannot endure this!" she gasped out, her chest heaving violently, causing her exposed breasts to bounce erratically in his hands.
Zhang Tian leaned down, his chest pressing against her heaving bosom. He looked directly into her tear-filled blue eyes, his own gaze dark and unreadable.
"Do not worry so much, Yuehua," Zhang Tian murmured, his voice a dark, husky rumble that vibrated against her collarbone. "You will start feeling good later... For now, you have to endure this pain."
"Ahhh! It burns! It burns!" she shrieked in response, her fingernails digging into the velvet fabric of the sofa.
For the time it takes two incense sticks to burn down to ash, the room was filled solely with her piteous screams and the heavy, wet sounds of flesh colliding with flesh. SQUELCH! SMACK! The relentless impact of his pelvis against her soft thighs created a rhythmic, obscene percussion.
Yet, biology is a treacherous, unpredictable master.
As the first quarter of an hour bled into the next, a profound, chilling shift began to occur deep within Tang Yuehua's tortured body. Her throat had grown incredibly hoarse from the continuous screaming, reducing her desperate pleas to broken, breathless wheezes. She could no longer scream even though she wanted to. But beneath the receding veil of agony, a new, terrifying sensation began to bloom.
The intense, repetitive friction of his thick cock sliding relentlessly against her highly sensitive, swollen internal walls sparked a blazing inferno of carnal heat. Her tight, virginal pussy slowly, inevitably began to adapt to his massive girth. The searing pain dulled, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed with the heavy beat of her heart.
"Mmmph... nghhh..." Tang Yuehua whimpered, her back arching involuntarily as he hit that specific, sensitive cluster of nerves deep within her womb.
"Is the pain beginning to fade, master of the Moon Pavilion?" Zhang Tian taunted softly, his thumbs rolling over her hardened nipples, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.
The pain was transforming. It was melting into a blinding, electrifying wave of sheer, unadulterated pleasure that short-circuited her rational mind. The rigid, austere etiquette teacher, a woman who had spent forty years teaching the highborn how to suppress their base instincts, found herself drowning in a sensory overload she could not comprehend.
"Ah... haa... oh... oh heavens..." she panted, her beautiful blue eyes flying wide open as a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her core. Her words were no longer coherent sentences, but rather involuntary, guttural sounds of mounting desire.
"You are adjusting beautifully," Zhang Tian praised, his thrusts becoming faster, more demanding.
Suddenly, her inner walls clamped down furiously around his thick shaft. A violent, shuddering convulsion ripped through her nervous system. Tang Yuehua climaxed for the first time in her life, a shattering, ecstatic explosion that made her see brilliant stars behind her clenched eyelids. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pure bliss, her hips bucking upward to chase the friction.
"Mmmmm! Aaaaahn!"
Before she could even recover from the first wave, Zhang Tian increased his pace, pounding her sensitive, trembling flesh without a shred of mercy. Barely three minutes later, a second, even more devastating orgasm crashed over her, milking his cock with a frantic, terrifying strength.
"Haaaa... eeeh... ahhh!" she babbled, her head tossing back, her azure hair whipping across the cushions. The sheer intensity of the pleasure numbed her mind, breeding a dark, shameful craving deep within her core. She no longer wanted him to stop. She needed this friction to survive.
Sensing her treacherous surrender, Zhang Tian let out a low, guttural groan. He gripped her curvy hips with bruising force, driving his cock as deep into her as physically possible. He unloaded a massive, scalding torrent of his thick white seed directly against her cervix, filling her tight passage to the brim.
The sudden influx of hot fluid pushed Tang Yuehua to the brink of unconsciousness. Her vision swam, her body going entirely limp against the cushions. She lay there, her chest heaving, her eyes half-closed, a mess of sweat and spilled innocence.
But Zhang Tian had no intention of letting her rest. The night had barely begun.
Without withdrawing from her depths, he raised his hand. He called upon the boundless, profound reservoir of his Life Spirit Core. A concentrated, radiant stream of emerald-green Life Spirit Energy flowed from his palm, washing over her sweat-slicked, trembling form.
The miraculous energy seeped into her meridians, instantly repairing the micro-tears in her delicate flesh, soothing the bruised muscles, and completely erasing the lingering echoes of pain from her violent defloration. It replenished her depleted stamina, forcing her mind back into a state of sharp, lucid awareness. However, the emerald light did not touch the raging inferno of arousal that consumed her; it only amplified her sensitivity to maddening levels.
"We are moving, Yuehua," Zhang Tian commanded, his voice dark with promise.
He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her upright, pulling her off the sofa. He did not let her bare feet touch the floor. He hoisted her into his arms, supporting her full weight while maintaining their intimate connection. He positioned her in the Stand and Carry hold, but he deliberately turned her around.
He pressed her smooth, bare back flush against his broad, muscular chest. He hooked his forearms beneath her thighs, lifting her legs high so that her curvy, plush buttocks were suspended in the air, directly over his groin. He plunged back into her slick, cum-filled pussy from behind, gravity pulling her down onto his thick shaft with devastating force.
Because her body had been flawlessly healed, there was zero pain remaining. There was only a profound, breathtaking fullness. In this new, suspended angle, his dick reached even deeper into her sensitive core, striking angles that sent electric shocks of pure, mind-numbing pleasure straight to her brain.
Tang Yuehua's hoarse throat, mended by the Life Energy, allowed her to vocalize her ecstasy. But she could no longer form coherent words of protest. Her mind was entirely lost to the ecstatic, pleasurable state.
"Ah! Iih! Oooooh! Mmmph!" she moaned wildly, her head tossing back to rest heavily against his shoulder.
The whites of her blue eyes showed as she lost herself to the overwhelming sensation. A massive, undeniably slutty smile stretched across her beautiful, mature face—an expression completely foreign to the dignified etiquette instructor.
Zhang Tian began to march slowly across the grand living room, carrying her suspended form. With every heavy step he took, he bounced her voluptuous body up and down on his cock. He used his large hands to aggressively knead her dangling, heavy breasts, his fingers tweaking her stiff nipples as he fucked her mid-air.
"Ahnnn... haaa... ahhh!" she whimpered, her hands helplessly gripping his strong forearms as he pounded her cervix from behind.
He carried her like a cherished, degraded toy for nearly half an hour. He marched her past the glowing fireplace, past the discarded Crimson Zither, his rhythmic bouncing driving her to climax repeatedly. Her slick juices mixed with his leaking seed, dripping down her thighs and splashing onto the woven carpets below. She wept tears of pure joy, entirely consumed by the physical ecstasy.
"Does the master of the Moon Pavilion enjoy bouncing on my cock?" Zhang Tian whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Mmmmm! Aaaaah!" she responded, incapable of uttering a proper sentence, her hips bucking backward instinctively to take him deeper.
With a final, deep thrust that lifted her entirely off his chest, Zhang Tian climaxed again, flooding her womb with a second massive load.
He lowered her trembling legs, allowing her bare feet to touch the floor, but he didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. The marathon was only just beginning. He grabbed her by the hips and marched her directly toward the nearest wall.
He spun her around and forcefully pressed her front flat against the cool, patterned wallpaper, transitioning smoothly into the Wall Pin. He hiked her skirt up around her waist, completely exposing her bruised, jiggly buttocks.
"Brace yourself against the wall, Yuehua," Zhang Tian ordered, his voice a husky, demanding growl.
She obeyed instantly, her palms pressing flat against the wall, her hips jutting backward in a desperate, pleading invitation. He entered her from behind, establishing a brutal, jackhammer rhythm.
SMACK! SMACK! SQUELCH!
The loud, sharp sounds of his pelvis colliding with her soft cheeks echoed endlessly. He raised his hand and delivered a heavy, stinging slap to her right buttock, leaving a bright red handprint blooming across the pale skin.
"Ahhhhh! Haaaa!" she screamed, her voice a melodic symphony of degradation.
"Is this what you secretly desired all your life?" Zhang Tian taunted, leaning forward to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He bit down hard on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh, leaving a dark, purplish hickey marking her as his property.
"Hnngh! Ahhh! Iih!" she babbled, her sanity completely shattered, reveling in the possessive bite.
He pounded her against the patterned wallpaper until her trembling, pale legs finally gave out. Her knees buckled under the relentless, driving assault. When she collapsed, Zhang Tian followed her down to the floor without breaking their intimate, physical connection. He initiated a flat, prone position on the plush carpet. He pinned her torso down, her chest squished flat against the thick woven fibers. His heavy, muscular frame pressed into her spine, restricting her movement as he drove his hips forward with piston-like speed.
"Nngh! Haaaa... ahhn!" Tang Yuehua cried out, her voice muffled against the rug.
Her delicate fingers clawed uselessly at the carpet threads. Each deep plunge pushed the breath from her lungs. Zhang Tian grabbed a handful of her azure hair, tilting her head back to expose her slender neck. He kissed the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, relishing the frantic pulse beating beneath the surface. He enjoyed the raw helplessness of her posture, the way her curvaceous backside rose to meet his relentless thrusts.
"You spent four decades hiding these magnificent curves behind thick silks and haughty manners, Yuehua," Zhang Tian murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive ear. "Yet your body was clearly forged for this exact purpose—to be pinned to the floor and ruthlessly used by a man. Your virgin passage is clamping down on my shaft with such desperate, leaking greed. You are a born slut hiding behind a fragile, noble facade."
"Hnnng... mmmph... aaaaah!" she whimpered, unable to form a coherent denial, her hips unconsciously pushing backward to deepen the penetration.
The night became a timeless, exhausting marathon of sweat, tangled limbs, and unbridled debauchery. He utilized his limitless stamina to ravage her body in every conceivable manner.
After nearly an hour of pinning her to the floor, Zhang Tian gripped her wide hips and effortlessly flipped her over. He transitioned smoothly into the Missionary position. He pushed her knees far back, pinning her pale legs tightly against her own chest. This posture opened her up entirely, presenting her slick, swollen core directly to his hungry gaze.
He plunged back inside her, driving his thick shaft incredibly deep. The new angle struck her cervix directly.
"Iih! Ah-ah-ah! Ooooh!" Tang Yuehua whimpered, her head tossing from side to side.
Her azure hair spread out beneath her like a vibrant halo. Her tear-streaked face flushed a deep crimson. She could not formulate a single coherent thought. The intense, electrifying pleasure numbed her brain, reducing her to a quivering mess of biological instinct. Her inner walls spasmed, milking his length with a frantic, rhythmic heat.
"Look at this breathtaking sight," Zhang Tian chuckled, his gaze sweeping over her flushed, tear-streaked face and her exposed, trembling thighs. "The dignified master of the Moon Pavilion, laid bare with her legs pinned to her chest, eagerly presenting her slick, swollen core for my consumption. I am thoroughly enjoying how impossibly tight you are. Your delicate flesh was meant to be stretched open by my cock."
"Haaa... eeeh... please... ahhh!" she babbled, her hands gripping his muscular biceps for support.
Zhang Tian leaned down, resting his weight on his forearms. He captured her swollen lips, kissing her hungrily, drinking in her breathless moans. His chest brushed against her heaving breasts. He lowered his mouth to her cleavage, biting the soft swells of her flesh. He left a constellation of dark red marks across her pale skin and midriff—places her elegant, high-collared gowns could never hide.
As another hour slipped away, Zhang Tian hauled her trembling form off the floor. He dragged her toward the heavy mahogany desk situated near the edge of the living room. He forced her to bend over the polished wooden surface, initiating a rough Doggy Style position.
Her chest and forearms rested flat against the cool wood, while her curvaceous backside was thrust high into the air. Zhang Tian stood behind her, gripping her waist firmly. He slammed his pelvis against her soft cheeks with a brutal, rhythmic force.
SMACK! SQUELCH! SMACK!
"Haaah! Mmmm... eeeh!" Tang Yuehua sobbed, her hips jerking forward with every collision.
The loud sounds of their union echoed off the vaulted ceilings. Zhang Tian raised a hand, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her right buttock. A bright red handprint bloomed across the pale skin. He enjoyed the way her flesh quivered under his touch, her stifled cries serving as a sweet melody to his ears. Her azure hair cascaded over the edge of the desk, swaying wildly with the force of his pounding.
"This desk has witnessed many tedious administrative reports," Zhang Tian taunted, his large hands gripping her hips firmly to pull her back against his relentless thrusts. "But it serves a vastly superior purpose as a pedestal for your curvaceous backside and your heavy breasts. Arch your spine, my dirty whore. Show me how much you crave this friction."
"Ooooh! Iih... haaa... mmmph!" she cried out, her nails scratching against the polished wood as her body betrayed her, arching exactly as he commanded.
When he felt her inner walls spasm violently around him, signaling another intense climax, he did not slow down. He pushed her through the overwhelming wave of ecstasy, milking her tight passage until he emptied his seed deep inside her womb.
He allowed her to rest for a mere fraction of a minute before pulling her away from the desk. He guided her to the edge of the velvet sofa. He instructed her to lie on her back, pulling her hips entirely off the edge of the furniture. He let her feet dangle toward the floor while he stood between her thighs, initiating a deep, suspended Missionary variation.
In this position, gravity worked with him. He drove his length downward, penetrating her at a steep, demanding angle.
"Ooooh! Ahnnn... haaaa!" The etiquette master gasped, her chest heaving as she gripped the velvet cushions for dear life.
Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites, a massive, involuntary smile stretching across her beautiful face. The sheer friction generated by this angle brought her to the brink of sensory overload. She lacked the strength to push him away, her body surrendering entirely to the rhythmic invasion.
"Does it feel thrilling to be left entirely helpless, Yuehua?" Zhang Tian questioned, his thumbs flicking her stiffening nipples as he drove downward. "Your dignified reputation is entirely meaningless when your body reacts so hungrily to my touch. That filthy, ecstatic smile stretching across your face proves it. You are hopelessly addicted to the deep friction my cock provides."
"Y-eess... aaaaah... mmm!" she whimpered, her head tossing back in a display of pure, unadulterated surrender.
Zhang Tian reached out, his large hands enveloping her heavy, bouncing breasts. He kneaded the soft globes aggressively, his thumbs flicking her stiffening nipples. He relished the contrast between her dignified reputation and the desperate, hungry way her body reacted to his touch. The silver body chains draped across her stomach jingled softly, a musical accompaniment to her breathy whimpers.
Time lost all meaning within the opulent chamber. He transitioned seamlessly into the Cowgirl position. He sat comfortably upon the sofa, pulling her straddling form down onto his lap. He forced her to ride his thick shaft. Her thigh muscles burned as she bounced up and down, her heavy breasts swaying mesmerizingly before his eyes.
"Nngh... mmm... ah-ah!" she panted, her azure hair clinging to her damp face.
She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, trying to establish a rhythm, but her exhaustion made her movements sloppy. Zhang Tian took control, grabbing her hips and thrusting upward from below. He met her descent with devastating force. He watched the sweat bead on her collarbone, tracing the delicate silver body chains that still hung loosely around her waist. He enjoyed the visual feast of her mature, voluptuous body on full display.
"Bounce on it, my beautiful concubine," Zhang Tian commanded, his hands aggressively kneading her swaying globes. "Show me how heavily those massive breasts jiggle when you take my full length. You try to establish a rhythm, but your overwhelming lust makes your movements delightfully sloppy. You are a creature of pure carnal instinct now."
"Haaa... I can't... mmmph... ooooh!" she babbled, her hips grinding sloppily against him as she chased the next climax.
He didn't just claim her; he consumed her. He forced her to stand, wrapping her legs around his waist, pinning her back against the nearest marble pillar. He held her suspended in the air, fucking her with deep, punishing strokes.
"Eeeh! Haaaa... mmmph!" Tang Yuehua cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The cold marble against her bare back contrasted sharply with the burning heat pooling in her core. His hands supported her thick thighs, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her backside. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking hard on her skin to leave dark, prominent hickeys.
"Even pressed against freezing stone, your internal heat is genuinely intoxicating," Zhang Tian whispered, sucking hard on the crook of her neck. "Your thick thighs wrap around my waist so naturally. The austere etiquette instructor has completely vanished, leaving behind nothing but a desperate, leaking vessel that thrives on my relentless punishment."
"Mmmmm! Aaaaahn!" she shrieked, her body shuddering as another violent orgasm ripped through her system.
The hours bled away, marked only by her continuous, breathless sounds and the wet, slapping percussion of their bodies. Whenever her stamina faltered, whenever her muscles threatened to give out entirely, Zhang Tian would pause. He would summon a concentrated stream of emerald Life Spirit Energy from his core.
The warm, radiant light washed over her battered form, soothing her bruised skin, mending the micro-tears in her delicate flesh, and replenishing her depleted vitality. The healing light erased the pain but left the raging inferno of arousal untouched. The moment she regained her breath, he plunged her right back into the fire. He fucked her across the carpets, over the furniture, and against the walls.
He dragged her back to the mahogany desk, executing The Anvil position, pressing her back against the wood while lifting her legs over his shoulders. He forced her into The Inverted Cradle, her hips pulled entirely off the edge of the furniture, her legs pushed so far back over her own head that her knees touched her ears. He implemented The Arching Swan, The Backward Mount, The Suspended Bridge, and The Kneeling Offering. Each transition was a masterclass in carnal degradation, designed to break her down until nothing remained but pure, mindless submission.
It was only after dozens of brutal, exhaustive rounds had passed, as the first pale, golden rays of morning light began to filter through the frost-warded windows, that the frantic pace finally began to slow.
The physical frenzy settled into a deep, agonizingly slow, and rhythmic grinding.
Tang Yuehua was currently on her hands and knees in the center of the ruined carpet, held securely in a standard Doggy Style position. Her azure hair was a tangled, damp mess clinging to her sweaty back. The scandalous ivory bodice hung in tatters around her neck, its intricate gold embroidery ruined beyond repair.
Zhang Tian knelt behind her, his hands gripping her bruised, red-marked hips. He pushed his thick shaft deep into her swollen, completely ruined pussy with measured, deliberate thrusts. Each slow rotation of his hips drew out a long, shuddering sigh from her lips.
"Haaaa... mmmm... ahnnn..."
She swayed slightly on her hands and knees, her chest dipping low to brush against the carpet fibers. The intense, electrifying pleasure had rewritten her aristocratic pride. She existed only for the next deep thrust, her body a pliant, willing instrument tuned to his desires.
As the cool morning air brushed against her overheated skin, the mind-numbingly ecstatic fog that had clouded her consciousness for the entire night slowly began to recede. The sharp, analytical intellect of the Moon Pavilion master reluctantly clawed its way back to the surface.
She became acutely aware of her surroundings. She felt the heavy, pulsating thickness inside her. She felt the sticky, cooling mess of his copious seed coating her thighs and pooling on the rug beneath her knees. She felt the stinging ache of the bite marks scattered across her breasts and shoulders.
A profound, suffocating wave of mortification crashed over her, but her body betrayed her shame, letting out a soft, involuntary moan as he struck her cervix again.
"Mmmph... ahhh..."
Noticing the subtle shift in her breathing and the stiffening of her posture, Zhang Tian realized she had regained her mental faculties. A dark, wicked smile touched his lips. He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against her sweaty back.
"It seems you enjoyed this night far more than I thought you would, Yuehua," Zhang Tian murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper directly into her ear. "You possess a remarkable appetite for a woman who has preached chastity for decades."
Tang Yuehua did not speak up against his taunt. She bit her swollen lower lip, staring blankly at the carpet fibers. She recalled the entire night in vivid, agonizing detail. She remembered bouncing on his lap, screaming in pure bliss, and offering her body to him with the desperation of a starved animal. She knew, with a crushing certainty, that this was not something that could be denied or brushed aside as coercion. This man had fucked her relentlessly, he had watched her abandon all dignity, and he had tasted her eager, willing surrender.
She remained entirely silent, unable to form a coherent defense, simply letting out soft, broken moans as he continued his slow, torturous grinding.
"Ah... mmm..."
Zhang Tian smiled, deciding to press his psychological advantage. He wanted to enjoy the spectacle of her internal conflict.
"Following the true, primal desires of your body is not a sin, Yuehua," Zhang Tian tempted her, his hands sliding up to gently caress her marked, heavy breasts. "You have spent forty years denying yourself the basic, profound pleasures of life, locking yourself away in a gilded tower to serve a sect that brings nothing but ruin."
He thrust forward, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
"Why cling to that sinking ship?" Zhang Tian whispered, his tone shifting into a smooth, persuasive cadence. "The Clear Sky Sect is nothing but a gathering of foolish, arrogant brutes swinging heavy rocks. They do not understand the shifting tides of the world. They hide behind their hammers, thinking brute force can solve everything, while they continuously court disaster."
He paused, letting his words sink in as he squeezed her right breast.
"Just look at their recent actions in the Star Luo Empire," Zhang Tian continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think they are noble heroes? My intelligence network paints a different picture. Your beloved disciples, emboldened by the protection of the Star Luo Imperial Family, have been acting like rabid dogs. Just last month, a core disciple of your sect forced himself upon the heiress of the Marquis Shi Family in Star Luo Empire. And what did your elders do? Did they punish him? No. They closed ranks, intimidated the Marquis with threats of violence, and buried the incident. And this is just one incident. They have done all sorts of outrageous things like forcibly taking over land, cultivation resources, even killing people to acquire Spirit Bone of a Spirit Master and all sorts of things."
Tang Yuehua's breath hitched, a fresh tear sliding down her cheek. "That... that…was…an…accident," she managed to whisper hoarsely, her voice trembling.
"You and I both know it was no accident. After all, your sect doesn't uphold rules and regulations but rather strength, and nothing else," Zhang Tian countered smoothly, pulling his hips back before sliding deep inside her once more. "Abandon them. Let go of that pathetic loyalty. Stay here with me. Embrace the pleasure you found tonight. Become my woman, my beautiful, devoted slut, and you will never have to worry about tying yourself to a bunch of trashy, arrogant brutes who don't understand anything about how the real world functions."
He was mostly playing with her, thoroughly enjoying her conflicted reactions and the weak, half-hearted resistance she offered. If he truly wanted to systematically corrupt her and bend her mind to his will, he possessed far more insidious, magical methods and psychological conditioning techniques. But watching her struggle with her own desires was immensely entertaining.
Naturally, Tang Yuehua knew he was somewhat right about the arrogant, straightforward nature of her brothers. The incident in the Star Luo Empire sounded disturbingly plausible given the aggressive culture of the hammer wielders. But the Clear Sky Sect was her blood. Her family. She had dedicated her entire existence to protecting them from the shadows. She couldn't simply betray her family for carnal pleasure.
'I cannot betray them,' she thought, closing her eyes tightly. 'I am of the Clear Sky Sect. My duty is to my sect, no matter how flawed they may be.'
At this precise moment of vulnerability, a soft, melodic voice chimed from the nearby velvet sofa.
"He speaks the truth, Sister Yuehua," Ah Yin murmured.
Ah Yin, who had been purposely laying on the sofa for hours, pretending to rest and recover in order to let her dear husband enjoy this master of Moon Pavilion thoroughly for the entire night, finally rose. She smoothed the wrinkles from her deep blue silken gown and walked gracefully across the room toward the tangled pair on the floor.
Tang Yuehua gasped softly, her eyes widening as Ah Yin knelt gracefully on the carpet right beside her face.
Ah Yin reached out with a gentle, cool hand, softly stroking Tang Yuehua's sweat-dampened azure hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a complex mixture of pity, amusement, and cold, calculated logic.
"Do you not wish to break through from the curse that has plagued you your entire life, Sister Yuehua?" Ah Yin whispered, her voice a soothing, yet dangerous melody. "The curse of your Spirit Power being permanently trapped at level 9 due to the defect in your Wishful Ring spirit. The agony of knowing you can never break through to level 10, forever doomed to remain a fragile mortal in a world of gods and monsters."
Tang Yuehua's body went completely rigid. The mention of her greatest, deepest insecurity—the shame that had defined her entire existence within a sect that worshipped supreme strength—struck her like a physical blow.
"Naturally, my husband, Zhang Tian, could easily resolve that pathetic defect," Ah Yin continued, her hand tracing the smooth line of Tang Yuehua's jaw. "His mastery over Life Spirit Energy and the fundamental laws of the world is unparalleled. He can strengthen your potential, replenish your life force, and shatter that bottleneck effortlessly. He can help you cultivate and become a Titled Douluo as quickly as possible. Tell me honestly, Sister Yuehua... do you not want such a future?"
As a Spirit Master born into the elite Clear Sky Sect, it would be a blatant, hollow lie to say Tang Yuehua didn't want this. In fact, possessing true martial strength was all she had desperately desired for her entire life. She had spent decades compensating for her weakness through etiquette, intelligence networks, and political maneuvering, but the sting of being worthless among Spirit Masters never faded.
And hearing directly from Ah Yin—a woman who had herself experienced a miraculous, unimaginable evolution under his care—that Zhang Tian could actually grant her this impossible dream... Tang Yuehua felt her heart, and her lifelong conviction, shake violently.
While Tang Yuehua was paralyzed in this state of profound, overwhelming temptation, Ah Yin leaned closer, her lips brushing against Tang Yuehua's ear.
"The sooner you submit completely to my husband, Zhang Tian, the more favorability you will build with him," Ah Yin whispered conspiratorially. "Zhang Tian loves to spoil his women. Even the mistresses and the sluts he keeps for his amusement are rewarded with treasures beyond imagination. If you please him more and more, if you keep gaining his love and his favor, you might eventually earn enough influence to convince him not to kill your family. Isn't that something worth becoming his slut for? She would be sacrificing herself for her family to ensure that they can live and not die at his hands as long as she submitted to him. This was in some way for the continuation of the lineage of the Clear Sky Sect."
Tang Yuehua's breath caught in her throat. The logic was twisted, degrading, yet horribly compelling. She could save her family not by negotiating as a peer, but by sacrificing herself as a willing concubine. She could gain the power she had always craved, and protect the lives of her brothers in one fell swoop.
Ah Yin delivered the final, crushing revelation, ensuring the woman's spirit was entirely broken.
"Furthermore, Sister Yuehua, you are clinging to a false hope," Ah Yin murmured, her voice turning cold and disdainful. "I know you are banking on the Sea God Island. You are hoping that disgusting bastard occupying my son's body, Tang San, will become the Sea God and save your sect."
Tang Yuehua's eyes widened in sheer shock at the venom in Ah Yin's tone. She didn't understand why Ah Yin hated Tang San so viscerally, referring to him as a disgusting bastard occupying a body, but the hatred was undeniable.
"Let me tell you a secret," Ah Yin whispered, her crimson eyes glowing with absolute certainty. "Zhang Tian is someone who has also been chosen by a God. He will become a God in the future. And not even that bastard Tang San can resist him. Because the Sea God is a mere First Class God in the divine hierarchy. The deity that is directly backing my husband is a supreme Godking known as the Goddess of Life. Her power is vastly, unfathomably more powerful compared to a First Class God like the Sea God."
The revelation struck Tang Yuehua with apocalyptic force. A Godking? What is that? But it sounded quite strong.
Her heart hammered wildly, trapped in a state of extreme, paralyzing shock. If Zhang Tian possessed the backing of a Godking, then the Clear Sky Sect's desperate gamble across the ocean was doomed to fail before it even began. Tang San, even as the new Sea God, would be crushed by the superior divine authority.
As these devastating truths crashed over her, Zhang Tian did not remain idle. He gripped her hips tighter and resumed his relentless, punishing thrusts, driving his thick cock deep into her aching pussy doggy-style.
SMACK!
He slapped her reddened buttock sharply.
"Ahhhh! Mmmph!" Tang Yuehua moaned loudly, the sudden spike of physical pleasure slicing through her mental turmoil.
Despite her breathless moans, in her confused, highly stimulated state, she felt that submitting to Zhang Tian was indeed a brilliant, life-saving idea. Her mind, battered by exhaustion, corrupted by hours of intense, mind-numbing pleasure, and twisted by the desperate reasoning of sacrificing herself to save her doomed family, finally surrendered.
Most importantly, the burning, lifelong desire for martial cultivation pushed her over the edge.
She wanted to be a Titled Douluo. She wanted the power he offered.
'If I am to become his slut,' Tang Yuehua thought, her blue eyes rolling back as he struck her cervix, 'then I should not hold back. I will embrace this pleasure. I will be the best slut he has ever known, for my family, for my power, for this feeling.'
She decided to let loose her final restraints.
"Yes... ahhh... Master!" Tang Yuehua cried out, her voice losing all traces of aristocratic refinement, descending into pure, filthy desperation. "I submit! I'm your slut! Please, give me your power!"
She arched her back, pushing her hips backward greedily, meeting his deep thrusts with a frantic, slutty enthusiasm that delighted him.
"Fuck my tight pussy, Master!" she babbled, her words tumbling out in a rush of dirty, unrestrained lust. "I want it... I want your thick cock to ruin me! I can't live without being fucked by you! Harder! Fill my womb with your seed! I'm a dirty whore for your cock!"
Zhang Tian chuckled deeply, a dark, victorious sound rumbling in his chest as he pounded his newly acquired, desperate whore.
"You learn quickly, my dear Yuehua," Zhang Tian praised her, increasing the speed of his thrusts until the room echoed with the wet, slapping sounds of their union.
He reached forward with one hand, grabbing Ah Yin by the nape of her neck. He pulled the Blood Silver Empress forward and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss right over Tang Yuehua's trembling back.
"Thank you for your invaluable assistance, my beautiful Empress," Zhang Tian murmured against Ah Yin's mouth, his hips continuing their relentless, wet rhythm into the master of the Moon Pavilion.
"Anything for you, Husband," Ah Yin smiled lovingly, returning the kiss while gently stroking the sweaty, azure hair of the broken, moaning woman beneath them.
"Ahhhh! Yes! Master! Mistress!" Tang Yuehua wailed, entirely lost to the ecstatic, corrupted reality of her new life.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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