Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 358: Second Half Of The Auction

The silence in the supreme VIP suite was heavy, filled only with the ragged, wet breathing of Ya Su and the satisfied hum of Alaric.

Three hours.

For three entire hours, the intermission had stretched on, a span of time that felt like an eternity to the Chief Auctioneer of the Gilded Lotus. She was kneeling between Alaric’s spread legs, her mahogany hair a disheveled curtain around her face, her jaw aching with a dull, throbbing persistence. Her plump, red-painted lips were swollen, slick with the evidence of her "service," and her throat felt raw.

She had drained him. Or at least, she had tried. But the man was a monster. A bottomless well of vitality. Every time she thought he was finished, every time she swallowed the thick, hot evidence of his climax, he would simply harden again within minutes, his hand pressing down on the back of her head, guiding her back to her task.

Now, finally, he seemed sated. For the moment.

"You have a talent, Auctioneer," Alaric murmured, his voice a low rumble of contentment. He reached down and wiped a stray drop of fluid from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, a gesture that was possessive rather than tender. "Your mouth is almost as tight as your pussy. Feng Xiao taught you well, didn’t he? Or perhaps this is just natural talent?"

Ya Su didn’t answer immediately. She couldn’t. She just rested her forehead against his thigh, trying to catch her breath, trying to rebuild the shattered fragments of her dignity.

’He is a beast,’ she thought, her mind reeling. ’A beast in human skin. How can anyone have this much stamina? Even a Martial King would be drained. Is he using a forbidden technique? Or is his cultivation simply that profound?’

"Up," Alaric commanded, tapping her cheek lightly.

Ya Su forced her trembling legs to work. She stood up, swaying slightly. Her crimson cheongsam was in ruins, torn and stained, hanging off her body like rags. She felt exposed, sticky, and utterly defeated.

"You can’t sit on my lap looking like that," Alaric said, looking her up and down with a critical eye. "You look like you’ve been through a war. Which, I suppose, you have."

He gestured to her spatial pouch, which hung from her waist. "Change. I want you clean. And I want you fresh for the second half."

Ya Su nodded mutely. She fumbled with her pouch, her fingers shaking as she channeled a sliver of Qi to open it. She pulled out a fresh dress—a deep, regal purple silk gown embroidered with silver lotus flowers. It was elegant, conservative, the kind of dress she wore when meeting with the high elders of the clans.

She began to strip off the ruined red dress. She tried to turn away, to preserve some modesty, but Alaric grabbed her arm.

"No," he growled. "Face me. I want to watch."

She froze, then slowly turned back. With burning cheeks, she peeled the fabric from her body. She stood before him naked, her pale skin marked with the red imprints of his hands on her breasts and hips. She was a masterpiece of curves—massive, heavy breasts that defied gravity, a waist that dipped in sharply, and hips that flared out into luscious, soft thighs.

Alaric watched her with the gaze of a connoisseur inspecting a prize stallion. He didn’t touch her, not yet. He just looked, his eyes tracing the path of a bead of sweat rolling down her cleavage.

Ya Su quickly pulled the purple dress on, the silk cool against her heated skin. She fastened the buttons, smoothing the fabric down, feeling a sliver of her composure returning with the clothing. She looked regal again. Untouchable.

"Come here," Alaric said.

She walked over to him, standing between his knees. "Is this satisfactory?" she asked, her voice raspy.

"Almost," Alaric grinned.

His hand shot out. He didn’t caress her. He grabbed the fabric of the dress right at her midriff.

Rrrrriiiip!

The sound was violent in the quiet room. Ya Su gasped, looking down in horror.

Alaric had torn the entire midsection of the dress away. He ripped the silk cleanly, separating the top from the skirt. What had been an elegant gown was now a scandalous two-piece ensemble. Her creamy, soft stomach was completely exposed, her deep navel visible. The top was now a tight crop-top that barely contained her massive breasts, the bottom hem frayed and sitting just under the heavy swell of her underboob. The skirt sat low on her hips, dangerously close to slipping down.

"There," Alaric said, tossing the scrap of purple silk onto the floor. "Much better."

"You... you ruined it," she whispered, looking at the exposed skin of her belly. "This is... this is indecent. I cannot be seen like this."

"You won’t be seen by anyone but me," Alaric reminded her, his voice hardening. "This is your new uniform, Ya Su. Whenever you are with me in private, this is how you dress. Elegant enough to remind me you’re a high-class woman, but exposed enough to remind you that you’re my slut."

He pulled her down onto his lap. The friction of her silk-clad buttocks against his trousers sent a jolt through him.

"Publicly," he continued, his hand sliding immediately to her exposed midriff, his thumb pressing into her navel, "you can wear your armor. You can be the Golden Vixen. But in here? In the dark? You belong to the Dragon."

He leaned in, burying his face in the deep, exposed cleavage the torn dress created. He inhaled deeply, biting the soft flesh of her breast through the fabric.

"Ah!" Ya Su cried out, her body jerking.

"Now," Alaric murmured, his voice muffled by her tits. "The show is starting. Entertain me."

On the magical projection screen, the lights of the auction hall dimmed and flared again. Xue Yu, the substitute auctioneer, walked back onto the stage. She looked nervous, but determined.

"Distinguished guests!" Xue Yu’s voice rang out, magically amplified. "Welcome back to the second half of the Gilded Lotus Grand Auction! The items we present now are treasures that can shake the very foundations of the Northern Prefecture! Items fit for Grandmasters... and Kings!"

The crowd roared, the energy palpably higher than before. The appetizers were done. The main course was arriving.

"First item!" Xue Yu gestured, and a servant brought out a long, rectangular case. She opened it to reveal a heavy, black spear that seemed to absorb the light around it.

"The Black Meteor Spear!" Xue Yu announced. "Forged from meteoric iron found in the Stellar Wastelands. High-Tier Earth Grade! It weighs three thousand pounds and amplifies Earth-attribute Qi by thirty percent! Starting bid: One Million Dragon Coins!"

"One million!" a voice shouted from the floor immediately.

"1.5 million!" a VIP box chimed in.

Alaric watched, his hand idly stroking Ya Su’s exposed stomach, his fingers dancing on her soft skin. "A heavy weapon," he mused. "Crude. But effective for you muscle-brained martialists."

"It is... a masterpiece of forging," Ya Su gasped, trying to focus on the screen and not on the hand that was currently slipping under the waistband of her skirt. "The Smithing Guild... spent three years on it..."

"Do you want it?" Alaric asked, nipping at her earlobe.

"No... I am not... a spear user..."

"Good. It’s trash anyway."

The spear sold for 4 million.

"Next item!"

A jade box was brought out. Inside sat a pill, glowing with a soft, azure light.

"The Ocean Heart Pill!" Xue Yu declared. "A Tier 5 pill! Capable of helping a Peak Master Martialist break through the bottleneck to the Grand Martialist realm with an eighty percent success rate! It also cleanses the meridians of fire poison!"

The crowd went wild. Breakthrough pills were currency more valuable than gold.

"Two million!"

"Three million!"

"Five million!" The bids flew fast and furious.

Alaric’s hand moved up, cupping Ya Su’s massive breast, squeezing the heavy flesh until it bulged out of the torn top. "Tier 5," he noted. "My alchemists back home use these as breath mints."

"It is... rare here..." Ya Su panted, her head falling back against his shoulder. "The ingredients... require deep sea hunting..."

"Tell me, Ya Su," Alaric whispered, his other hand sliding between her thighs, finding the wet heat soaking through the silk of her skirt. "Did Feng Xiao give you pills like this? Did he help you break through?"

"He... he gave me many pills..." she managed to say, her voice trembling. "He... cares for my cultivation..."

"Does he?" Alaric laughed softly. "Then why are you still just an Elite Martialist? Why hasn’t he made you a King? Maybe he wants you weak. Dependent."

’No!’ Ya Su thought fiercely. ’He protects me because he loves me! He doesn’t force my cultivation because he knows the pain of rushing!’

But she couldn’t say it. Alaric’s finger slipped inside her, and her thought shattered into white sparks of pleasure.

"Next item!"

A servant brought out a glass case containing a flower that looked like it was carved from blue ice. Mist rolled off it, freezing the air around the podium.

"The Thousand-Year Frost Soul Ganoderma!" Xue Yu announced, her breath visible in the sudden chill. "A Tier 6 spirit herb! Found only in the deepest crevasses of the Northern Glaciers! It contains the essence of pure Yin cold. Vital for Ice-attribute cultivators, and a key ingredient for the ’Heavenly Ice Pill’!"

"Starting bid: One Million Dragon Coins!"

The hall erupted.

"Two million!"

"Five million!" The Ice Cloud Palace representative in a VIP box shouted.

Alaric sat up straighter. "Ice attribute," he murmured. "High quality."

He thought of Yun Lan, the former Sect Master of the Frozen Cloud Asgard. The woman hiding in the mountains. If he wanted to court an ice queen, he needed ice.

"Get it," Alaric said.

"It is... expensive..." Ya Su gasped.

"Did I ask the price?" Alaric growled, slapping her thigh. "Bid."

"Thirty million!" Ya Su shouted into the communication array built into the armrest of the couch, her voice projecting out into the hall as the voice of the "VIP Guest in Suite 1."

The hall went silent. Thirty million was a jump that signaled ’fuck off’ money.

"Thirty-one million!" the Ice Cloud Palace representative shouted, clearly angry.

"Forty million," Alaric commanded.

"Forty million!" Ya Su cried out, her voice shaking as Alaric pinched her nipple hard.

Silence. No one could match that.

"Sold! To the guest in Suite 1!"

"Why..." Ya Su whispered, "why do you need that? You are not... an Ice cultivator..."

"I’m going courting," Alaric grinned, burying his face in her cleavage. "And every woman loves flowers. Even frozen ones."

The auction continued. Alaric bought a Thunder-Strike Wood branch for his lightning magic (15 million), and a Gale-Force Orb for his wind spells (12 million). He bought them with a casual disregard for money that terrified Ya Su.

’He is spending the Gilded Lotus’s reserves!’ she thought, panic rising. ’The elders will kill me!’

"Don’t worry about the coin," Alaric whispered, reading her tension. "You’re paying for it, yes. But consider it... a dowry."

Then, a strange item appeared. A tattered piece of parchment.

"A fragment of the Abyssal Dragon’s Chart!" Xue Yu announced. "Legend says it leads to the lair of an ancient beast from the Primordial Era. Starting bid: 10,000 coins."

Nobody bid. It was too vague. Too risky.

"Buy it," Alaric said.

"It is trash..."

"Buy it."

"Fifty thousand," Ya Su bid.

"Sold!"

Alaric smirked. His intuition, honed by the System, told him this was a protagonist-level plot hook. He’d stash it for later.

Then, the mood shifted.

The lights dimmed. Two burly guards wheeled out a large, covered cage.

Xue Yu pulled the cover off.

Inside the cage huddled three figures. A mother and two daughters.

They were stunning. They had hair the color of moonlight, streaked with silver. Their eyes were a piercing, feral yellow. They wore rags, but even the dirt couldn’t hide their beauty.

"Slaves!" Xue Yu announced. "But not just any slaves. This is a mother and her twin daughters. They possess the dormant bloodline of the Silver Moon Wolf Tribe! Though the bloodline cannot be awakened in our era, their bodies are... resilient. And their beauty is exotic. Perfect for dual cultivation... or simply as pets."

"The mother, Bai Ling," Xue Yu pointed to the older woman, who stood protectively in front of the girls. She was a ripe, voluptuous beauty, her figure full and heavy, her eyes filled with defiance and fear.

"And the daughters, Bai Xue and Bai Shuang," she pointed to the twins, who were trembling, clinging to their mother’s waist. They were lithe, youthful, on the cusp of womanhood.

"We sell them as a set!" Xue Yu declared. "Starting bid: 500,000 Dragon Coins!"

The crowd murmured. Beast kin were rare. A mother-daughter set? That was a fetishist’s dream.

"Six hundred thousand!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"One million!"

Alaric stared at the cage. The sight of the mother protecting her daughters... the potential... the sheer taboo of it... it hit him like a physical blow. His cock throbbed against Ya Su’s back.

"They’re mine," he growled.

"Beast slaves?" Ya Su asked, a hint of disgust in her voice. "They are... animals."

"They are beautiful," Alaric corrected. "And I want to breed them. Imagine the children. Silver-haired warriors."

"Two million," he commanded.

"Two million!" Ya Su bid.

The hall went quiet again.

"Sold!"

"Lin Ruoli," Alaric called out.

"Master?"

"Have them sent up here. Immediately. I want to inspect my purchase."

"Yes, Master."

Finally, the finale arrived.

The lights in the auction hall turned a deep, reverent gold. The air pressure seemed to increase. Even the guards looked nervous.

Xue Yu’s hands trembled as she gestured to a small, floating pedestal protected by three layers of energy barriers.

On the pedestal sat a crystal vial. Inside the vial hovered a single drop of liquid. It wasn’t red. It was gold. Molten, swirling gold that seemed to contain a storm within it.

"The finale," Xue Yu whispered, her voice amplified to a boom. "A drop of True Spirit Blood."

The crowd gasped.

"From the Golden Spirit Roc," she continued. "A Beast Emperor from the Ancient Era! Equivalent to a Martial Emperor of our time! This drop of blood contains the essence of wind and speed. It contains the pressure of a ruler!"

"However!" she added a warning. "The energy is violent! It cannot be consumed directly! It would explode a Martial King! But... just meditating near it... analyzing its structure... could help a Peak Martial King break through to the Half-Step Emperor realm!"

Alaric felt a roar inside him.

His Azure Spirit Lion bloodline—the legacy he had cultivated, the beast within his soul—woke up. It didn’t just wake up; it screamed in hunger. It wanted that blood. It needed that blood. It resonated with the ancient, predatory power of the Roc.

’If I eat that,’ Alaric thought, his heart hammering, ’my bloodline will evolve. I will gain the speed of the Roc. The power of the sky.’

"I must have it," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Starting bid," Xue Yu announced, "Three Hundred Million Dragon Coins!"

"Five hundred million!" A voice from the topmost VIP box shouted—the Royal Family’s representative.

"Six hundred million!" The Sect Master of the Iron Fist Sect.

"Eight hundred million!"

"One Billion!"

The price skyrocketed. This was an item that could create an Emperor. It was priceless.

"Two billion!"

"Three billion!"

Ya Su was trembling. "Master... the guild... we do not have this much liquid assets... the Gilded Lotus cannot support..."

"Sell the branch," Alaric snarled. "Mortgage the building. I don’t care. Get. It."

"Five billion!" the Royal Representative shouted.

Alaric grabbed the communication array from Ya Su’s hand. He didn’t let her bid. He spoke himself, his voice distorted by the array into a deep, metallic boom.

"Ten. Billion."

The silence that followed was absolute. It was heavy. It was the silence of a heart stopping. Ten billion Dragon Coins. It was the budget of a small kingdom. It was an amount that could buy a city.

The Royal Representative hesitated. Even the Imperial Treasury had limits for a single item.

"Going once..." Xue Yu squeaked.

"Going twice..."

"Sold! To Suite 1!"

Alaric sat back, dropping the array. He was panting slightly, the thrill of the spend mixing with the thrill of the hunt.

"You... you bankrupted us," Ya Su whispered, her face pale. "The family... they will kill me."

"Let them try," Alaric grinned, pulling her back against his chest. "You’re under new management now."

Ten minutes later, the door opened. Lin Ruoli entered, followed by servants carrying the boxes.

The Ice Herb. The Map. The other trinkets. And the Golden Blood, radiating a terrifying pressure even through the box. Lin Ruoli swept them all into her storage ring with efficient grace.

Then, the guards shoved the beast slaves into the room.

Bai Ling, the mother, stumbled, catching herself. She pulled her daughters, Bai Xue and Bai Shuang, behind her. They were shivering, their silver-streaked hair messy, their rags barely covering them. They looked at Alaric—the man who sat on the throne-like couch with a half-naked woman on his lap—with wide, terrified animal eyes.

Alaric stared at them. They were even better up close. The mother was ripe, her body a testament to fertility. The daughters were fresh, untouched, mirrors of each other.

"Leave us," Alaric said to the guards. They bowed and fled.

He pushed Ya Su off his lap. "Stay there," he ordered, pointing to the floor by his feet. Ya Su curled up, exhausted and broken, too tired to move.

Alaric stood up and walked toward the wolf women.

Bai Ling dropped to her knees, pulling her daughters down with her. "Master," she pleaded, her voice trembling but fierce. "Please. I beg you. Do what you want with me. I am old. I am used. But my daughters... they are children. They are innocent. Spare them. Take me instead. Use me until I break, but let them be maids. Let them be safe."

Bai Xue and Bai Shuang gripped her arms. "No, Mother!" Bai Xue cried. "Don’t take her! Take us! We are young! We are strong! Leave our mother alone! She has suffered enough!"

"We will serve you!" Bai Shuang added, weeping. "Together! Just let her rest!"

Alaric looked at them. The mother begging to be used to save the daughters. The daughters begging to be used to save the mother.

It was... poetic.

And he was going to use it against them.

He smiled, a gentle, deceptive expression. "You are all very brave," he said softly. "I admire that."

He looked at Lin Ruoli. "Take the daughters to the bathhouse attached to this suite. Wash them. Prepare them."

"No!" Bai Ling cried, reaching for them.

"Hush," Alaric said, placing a finger on her lips. "I just want them clean. Go."

Lin Ruoli ushered the weeping twins into the side room.

Alaric was left with Bai Ling and the dazed Ya Su.

He looked down at the wolf mother. "You said you would do anything?"

"Anything," she vowed, tears streaming down her face. "Just... don’t touch them."

"Very well," Alaric lied. "If you serve me well... if you satisfy me completely... I will let them be maids. I won’t touch them."

"Thank you," she sobbed, kissing his boots. "Thank you, Master."

"Come," he said, pulling her towards the separate, smaller bathroom on the other side of the suite. "Show me your gratitude."

He took her into the bathroom. He stripped her rags off. Her body was incredible—muscular but soft, with heavy breasts and wide hips. A breeder’s body.

He fucked her against the sink. He fucked her in the shower. He made her do things a mother should never have to do. And she did it all with a desperate, frantic energy, believing she was buying her daughters’ safety with every thrust she took.

"You’re saving them," Alaric whispered in her ear as he pounded her from behind. "Every time you cum for me, you save them."

"Yes... yes..." she moaned, her mind clinging to the lie.

He finished inside her, filling her womb. He left her there, panting and grateful, locked in the bathroom.

Then, he walked across the suite to the main bathhouse.

Lin Ruoli had washed the twins. They were huddled in the water, naked and shivering.

Alaric walked in, dropping his towel. He was hard again.

"Your mother," he said, looking at them with a sad expression, "begged me to take her. She said she wanted to shield you."

"No..." Bai Xue covered her mouth.

"I told her I wouldn’t," Alaric said. "I told her she was too old. However...she isn’t entirely without her charms. But I can only her go. Only if..."

"If what?" Bai Shuang asked, hope rising.

"If you two take her place," Alaric said. "If you serve me... together... I won’t touch your mother. I’ll let her be a cook. A cleaner. She will be safe."

The twins looked at each other. They nodded. "We’ll do it."

"Good girls."

He stepped into the water. "Come here. Both of you."

He took them both. He deflowered them on the edge of the pool. He made them kiss while he fucked them. He made them believe, with every moan, that they were saving their mother from this fate.

He finished inside both of them, marking them as his.

He walked back out into the main room, where Ya Su was still lying on the floor.

He sat back on the couch, pulling Ya Su up to rest her head on his lap. He stroked her hair.

He had the mother believing she saved the daughters. He had the daughters believing they saved the mother. And in reality... he had them all.

And the best part? None of them knew.

"You are a devil," Ya Su whispered, looking up at him, sensing the darkness of what he had just done.

"I am a King," Alaric corrected her, looking at the door where the Golden Spirit Roc blood waited.