Lian crawled to the center of the bed, lying on her back as Mei and the prince positioned themselves on either side of her. He gestured for Mei to straddle Lian's face, and the younger maid did so, lowering her pussy onto Lian's waiting tongue.
"Don't stop until she comes," He instructed Mei, before turning his attention to Lian's own dripping entrance.
He positioned himself between Lian's legs, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy. He entered her in one smooth motion, eliciting a moan from both women as he filled her completely.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity as Mei's tongue worked its magic on Lian's clit. The older maid was trapped between the two, her body writhing and bucking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"More," Lian begged, her voice muffled by Mei's pussy. "Please, more."
He complied, his hips slamming into her with increasing force. He reached down to squeeze her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples until she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Now."
As if on cue, Lian's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around the prince's cock, drawing a groan from his lips as he too found his release, his cum spilling deep inside her.
The three collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. He looked from Mei to Lian, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"It was amazing," he said, his voice softening slightly. "You both please me greatly."
Mei and Lian exchanged a glance, their eyes still heavy with lust and satisfaction. They knew that this was only the beginning of their service to the prince, and they were both eager to please him again and again.
Time passed in the quiet stillness of the chamber. Soon, the prince sat alone on the chair, the glow of a single lantern casting long shadows. The two maids slept soundly on the bed, their blankets pushed aside, revealing bare skin softened by moonlight.
His crimson eyes stared into the darkness as his mind raced. My name is Shen Yun, first prince. It's been ten days since I was reborn into this cultivation world.
Just like other novels, I have a system it's enjoyable moment for me when I am in another world with system, I was dreaming to conquer this world, make my own harem... He suddenly become sad but it's broken all of my dreams are broken because my system has bug because of that I can't use other features. Then he smile, Lucky for me, it granted me full access to the shop plus no missions or tasks to complete. Crown Prince life is peaceful but it's not as peaceful as look on surface.
He glanced at the worn, bloodstained sword resting beside him. My cultivation is weak—far weaker than those who tried to kill me. If not for the system, I would have died today.
Thankfully, I have access of shop buy strange traps from the modern world—things no one here can imagine. Sometimes I wonder if this is a novel world, but which one? I've read so many.
The prince's face tightened, determination flickering in his red eyes. For now, I rest. Tomorrow, I start again.
Slowly, he leaned back in the chair, allowing his mind to drift toward sleep.
The first pale light of morning filtered softly through the silk curtains as Shen Yun stirred awake. Lian was already there, gently brushing his damp white hair, her delicate fingers moving with practiced care.
"Good morning, Your Highness," she whispered with a tender smile, adjusting the folds of his royal robe.
Shen Yun's crimson eyes opened slowly, meeting her gaze. "Thank you, Lian. Your care is a comfort after a long night."
Meanwhile, Mei was already outside in the courtyard, walking among the guards who busied themselves cleaning the scattered signs of battle. Her sharp eyes ensured every corner was spotless before she returned to his chamber with a satisfied nod.
Shortly after, the three found themselves together in the courtyard. Shen Yun sat gracefully on an ornately carved wooden chair, draped in his rich purple robe. Lian's soft music floated from a guqin, each note weaving a calm melody that filled the crisp morning air.
Mei approached with a delicate porcelain cup of tea, her fingers offering the warm vessel to Shen Yun. "Your tea, Prince. May it bring clarity and peace today."
He took the cup with a grateful smile, savoring the fragrant steam. "You both make even the hardest mornings feel gentle."
As they enjoyed the tranquil moment, a guard approached briskly, bowing low. "Your Highness, the Right General has arrived and requests an audience."
Shen Yun nodded, eyes still warm from the peaceful setting. "Very well. Please inform him to enter."
The guard bowed again and swiftly went to fetch the visitor, leaving the three alone once more beneath the soft morning light, hearts quietly intertwined in the calm before the day's challenges.
As Shen Yun raised the delicate cup to his lips, the warm tea eased the lingering tension in his body. His crimson eyes stared thoughtfully into the steaming liquid, memories stirring quietly beneath the surface.
From the real Shen Yun's memories, he reflected, The Right General is one of the strongest cultivators in the Azure Kingdom. He was loyal to my mother—after all, she was the Empress of Azure.
A faint crease formed between his brows as he considered the implications. That means the Right General is on my side, an ally I can trust... or at least, I should appear to trust.
His expression hardened subtly, the weight of his new role settling in. I must act as the original Prince—with that twisted personality—keep up the ruse. It's necessary to survive and navigate the dangers ahead.
Sipping his tea, Shen Yun's gaze lifted to the courtyard where Mei and Lian moved quietly. Beneath the calm surface, he was already calculating his next steps.
The heavy steps of the Right General echoed softly as he entered the sunlit courtyard, his presence commanding immediate respect. Without hesitation, he knelt low before Shen Yun, his eyes fixed respectfully on the young prince.
Shen Yun's red eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of awe and determination crossing his mind. So this is what it feels like to be the crown prince— even one of the strongest cultivators in the kingdom kneeling before me.
The General's voice was steady as he spoke, "I heard assassins came for you, Your Highness. Did anything major happen?"
A slow smile curved Shen Yun's lips. "I am alive," he said simply, his tone light but edged with quiet confidence. "That means nothing happened."
The General bowed his head slightly, then proposed, "If you wish, I can send my daughter to serve by your side. She is one of the best talents under my command—and she is your age."
Shen Yun's crimson eyes turned cold and calculating. How clever. Positioning his daughter close to me to seduce me so she becomes queen or mistress in future—an alliance to boost his family's influence among the noble clans.
He lifted his gaze, voice calm and measured. "There is no need for that."
Then, shifting to a colder tone that cut through the courtyard's warmth, he added, "You think worms can kill me?"
The General's eyes widened slightly in respect and caution, sensing the venom beneath the calm words.
An unspoken challenge filled the air as Shen Yun settled further into his role—no longer the weak prince but one who would command fear and loyalty alike.