Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 365: The Melting of the Ice Master

The air in the luxurious suite of The Silver Pine Inn was heavy, charged with a tension that was equal parts desperation and illicit desire. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting dancing shadows against the velvet drapes, but the warmth it provided was nothing compared to the heat radiating from the man in the bed.

Alaric leaned in, his lips capturing Yun Lan’s in a kiss that was meant to be a question, a plea, and a claiming all at once. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slid upward with possessive intent, grasping the heavy, soft weight of her massive breast through the thin, white fabric of her inner robe.

For a moment, Yun Lan melted. The sensation of his lips—hot, demanding, yet trembling with what she thought was weakness—sent a jolt of lightning through her frozen meridians. It had been years since she had been touched. Years since she had allowed herself to be anything other than the icy, untouchable Sect Master. The sheer overwhelming masculinity of Alaric, the scent of his skin mixed with the faint metallic tang of the blood he had coughed up earlier, intoxicated her.

She kissed him back. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue entry. Her body betrayed her, arching instinctively into his touch as his thumb grazed the peak of her breast.

But then, a memory flashed behind her closed eyelids.

A young man with a determined smile. Blue flames dancing on his fingertips. A promise made under the moonlight before she went into seclusion.

Feng Xiao.

The name hit her like a bucket of ice water.

Yun Lan stiffened violently. Her eyes snapped open, wide with panic and sudden, crushing guilt.

She pushed against Alaric’s chest. It was a weak push—she didn’t want to hurt him in his fragile state—but it was enough to break the connection.

"No..." she gasped, tearing her mouth away from his. She turned her face to the side, her chest heaving as she gulped down air, trying to cool the fire in her veins. "No... Alaric, I cannot."

Alaric froze. His hand remained on her breast for a second longer—just enough to squeeze the soft flesh—before he slowly withdrew it.

"I..." Yun Lan’s voice trembled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "I have someone in my heart. A lover. I cannot... I cannot do this to him. Even for... even for this."

She waited for anger. She waited for him to demand payment for saving her life. She waited for the entitlement of a man who had just been denied.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, Alaric let out a long, ragged exhale. He slumped back against the headboard of the bed, his body seeming to shrink in on itself. The light in his red eyes died, replaced by a look of such utter, crushing devastation that it broke Yun Lan’s heart more than any anger could have.

He looked at his own hands—hands that were trembling violently, a masterful performance of physical and emotional collapse.

"Of course," Alaric whispered, his voice cracking mid-sentence. He laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "I should have known. I was a fool."

"Alaric..." Yun Lan turned back to him, alarmed by his tone.

"Look at me," he rasped, gesturing to his shaking body. "I am a cripple. My meridians are shattered. My future is ash. And you... you are a Fairy. A Sect Master. A woman who touches the clouds."

He looked at her, his expression filled with a heartbreaking mixture of adoration and self-loathing. "How could a woman like you ever look at a piece of trash like me? I saved you... and in doing so, I became unworthy of you."

"No!" Yun Lan cried out, the guilt tearing through her chest like a physical blade. She reached out, grabbing his trembling hand in hers. "That is not it! That is not it at all! You are a hero, Alaric! You are the best, most noble man I have ever met! You sacrificed everything for a stranger! Do not call yourself trash!"

"Then why?" Alaric asked, looking deep into her eyes, tears pooling in his own crimson irises. "Do you despise my body? Is it because I am broken? Is it because I am weak now? Is that why you won’t give me even a tiny corner of your heart?"

"I don’t despise you!" Yun Lan insisted, squeezing his hand. "I admire you! But... my loyalty..."

"Your loyalty to a ghost?" Alaric whispered. "Where is he, Yun Lan? Where is this lover while you freeze? Where was he when the Absolute Zero Ice was eating your soul? I was there. I burned my life for you."

He leaned forward, wincing as if the movement caused him physical agony. He reached out and grazed her cheek with his knuckles.

"I can feel your body responding to me, Yun Lan," he murmured softly. "I felt your heart beating fast against my chest. I felt you melt when I kissed you. Why deny us this comfort? Why cling to the past when I might die tomorrow from this cold?"

He let out a sharp gasp, clutching his chest, his face twisting in pain.

"It hurts..." he groaned. "The rejection... it makes the cold sharper. It feels like... like I am freezing alone."

He was weaving a narrative where her moral stance wasn’t just a rejection; it was an active act of harm. He was making her the villain of the story, the cruel beauty denying a dying hero his last wish.

"I don’t mind if you have a lover," Alaric lied smoothly, his voice dropping to a seductive, pleading whisper. "I don’t care about your past. I don’t care who touched you before. I just love you. Right here. Right now. The woman who is trying to save a useless man."

He looked at her with such raw, open vulnerability that Yun Lan felt her defenses crumbling. He wasn’t asking for marriage. He wasn’t asking for forever. He was framing his lust as pure, self-sacrificing love—a love that transcended jealousy.

"Just... hold me," Alaric begged, his voice breaking. "If I am to freeze to death tonight... let me do it holding the woman I love. Don’t push me away. Please."

Yun Lan’s resolve shattered.

Looking at him—this beautiful, broken man who loved her enough to die for her, who loved her enough to accept her past—she felt like a monster. How could she hold onto old morals when a life was at stake? How could she deny him comfort when he had given her life?

Feng Xiao seemed so far away. A memory from another life. Alaric was here. He was real. He was suffering.

"I don’t despise you, Alaric," she whispered, tears spilling onto her cheeks. "Never think that. You are everything to me right now."

She slowly leaned back in, lowering her guard.

Alaric didn’t smile. That would break the spell. Instead, he looked at her with a profound, tragic relief.

Subtly, invisibly, Alaric activated the bloodline of the Azure Spirit Lion within his chaotic mana core. This bloodline had the unique ability to devour and manipulate energy—specifically, spectral and cold energies.

He reached out. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He placed his hand back on her breast. But he didn’t just place it over the fabric. He slipped his hand inside the fold of her white top, his palm pressing directly against the warm, soft skin of her breast.

Yun Lan gasped, her breath hitching. His hand was large, rough, and calloused—a warrior’s hand.

"Alaric..." she breathed.

"Shh," he whispered. "Let me... check the flow."

He concentrated. He pushed a surge of his own mana—disguised as the aggressive "Cold Poison" he claimed to have—out of his palm and into her flesh.

Yun Lan’s eyes widened. She felt it immediately. A biting, intense chill rushed from his hand, piercing through her skin and diving straight into her meridian. It was the same energy signature as her Absolute Zero Ice, but corrupted, wilder.

"The cold..." she gasped, arching her back as the energy flooded her. "It... it is transferring!"

"It works..." Alaric groaned in palpable relief, his head falling forward to rest on her shoulder. He squeezed her soft flesh, kneading the massive breast in his hand. "When I touch you like this... skin to skin... the poison leaves my heart and enters your body... You are neutralizing it."

Yun Lan’s mind raced. ’Grandmaster Wang was right. The physician said the only cure was physical contact. The energy recognizes me. It flows back to me.’

The sensation of the cold entering her was actually pleasant for her—she was an Ice Spirit cultivator. It strengthened her. But she knew that for him, a man with shattered meridians, this cold was agony.

By taking it, she was saving him.

She convinced herself in that moment. This wasn’t betrayal. This wasn’t lust. This was a medical procedure. It was a transfer of energy to save a life.

"I can handle the cold," Yun Lan said, her voice firming with resolve. Her Ice Spirit Constitution flared, greedily absorbing the energy he was feeding her. "Give it to me, Alaric. Give it all to me."

"I need more contact," Alaric whispered, his voice husky. He pulled her waist closer, dragging her body up the bed until she was straddling his thigh. "The meridians need to align. The heart... the lower dantian... they must connect."

Yun Lan nodded, closing her eyes to hide her shame. She actively pressed her chest forward, pushing her massive breasts into his hand, seeking to "heal" him.

"Take it," she whispered. "Let me save you."

Alaric accepted her offer. He used this permission to explore her body completely. His thumb began to circle her nipple. It was large, pink, and pebbled instantly under his touch. He teased it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ah!" Yun Lan cried out, a jolt of pleasure mixing with the sensation of the cold energy.

"Your heartbeat is stabilizing mine," Alaric murmured. He leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive spot below her ear. "You are my medicine, Yun Lan. You are my cure."

His other hand moved down. He found the sash of her thin white trousers.

"The lower meridian..." he whispered. "It is blocked."

He pulled the sash. The trousers loosened. His hand slipped inside, sliding down her flat stomach, over the curve of her hip bone, and diving into the warmth between her legs.

Yun Lan trembled violently. She grabbed his shoulder, her nails digging in. "Alaric... wait..."

"Don’t stop," he begged against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. "If we stop... the cold comes back. Can’t you feel it?"

He pulsed the cold energy again through his hand on her breast, a sharp reminder of his "pain."

"I feel it," she gasped. ’It is for his life,’ she repeated internally like a mantra. ’It is for his life.’

Alaric whispered praises into her ear, his voice a hypnotic rhythm. "You are a Goddess of Ice... my Savior... the most beautiful woman in the world... let me worship you..."

He pushed her trousers down, kicking them away with his foot. She was naked now, save for the open top.

He positioned himself between her legs.

Alaric was hard. Painfully hard. As he pressed the tip of his manhood against her entrance, Yun Lan’s eyes widened.

She had been with Feng Xiao. She remembered him. He was... adequate. A boy’s size.

But this...

Alaric was massive. Thick, veined, and pulsing with heat. The head of his cock brushed against her wetness—and she was wet, soaking wet, proving that her body had betrayed her mind long ago.

"You are so tight," Alaric groaned, rubbing against her clitoris. "So pure."

"It... it is too big..." Yun Lan whispered, a mix of fear and anticipation in her voice. "Alaric... it won’t fit..."

"It will," he promised, looking up at her with those devastating red eyes. "Because we were made for this."

He held her hips.

"Save me, Yun Lan," he whispered.

And he pushed inside.

"AAAAH!"

Yun Lan cried out, her head throwing back, her back arching off the mattress. It wasn’t pain—not really. It was a feeling of being filled so completely, so utterly, that it felt like he was rearranging her insides. He stretched her in ways Feng Xiao never had. He filled every corner of her being.

Alaric entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust, acting as though he was overwhelmed by the honor of being inside her. He paused when he was fully sheathed, letting out a shuddering breath against her chest.

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing the tears that leaked from her eyes. "Thank you for letting a wretch like me experience heaven."

He began to move.

He maintained a gentle, rhythmic pace at first. He treated her like fragile porcelain, worshipping her body with his hands and lips. This gentleness melted her defenses completely. If he had been rough, she might have resisted. But this... this reverence... it made her feel cherished.

"You feel... incredible," he groaned.

He focused entirely on her pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his hands to her breasts, lifting the heavy weight of them, burying his face in the valley between them. He sucked on her nipples, one then the other, pulling on them with a rhythmic suction that matched his thrusts.

"Alaric..." Yun Lan moaned, her hands tangling in his golden hair. "Oh... oh gods..."

"You are so beautiful," Alaric said, watching her breasts bounce with his thrusts, the pink nipples glistening from his mouth. "Perfect. Soft. Mine."

He reached down between their bodies, finding her clitoris with his thumb. He began to rub it, circling it in time with his hips.

The sensation was too much. Yun Lan tried to hold back, tried to keep a sliver of her dignity, but Alaric was relentless. He was playing her body like a master musician.

"Let go," he commanded softly. "Give it to me."

"I... I can’t..." she sobbed, the pleasure building to a terrifying peak.

"Yes, you can," he growled. "Heal me, Yun Lan."

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder.

Yun Lan wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back. She couldn’t help it. She needed him closer.

They continued for hours.

Alaric’s stamina was infinite. He was an Archmage, his body enhanced by beast bloodlines. He didn’t tire. He didn’t soften. He kept her on the edge of ecstasy, switching positions to keep the stimulation fresh.

He rolled her over, taking her from behind, whispering love confessions into her ear as he gripped her hips. He sat up, pulling her onto his lap, letting her ride him while he suckled on her breasts.

"I love you," he lied, looking into her hazy eyes. "I love you, Yun Lan."

"I..." She couldn’t say it back. Not yet. But her body screamed it.

By the sixth hour, Yun Lan was delirious. Her mind was foggy, a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. The image of Feng Xiao had been obliterated, replaced by the golden-haired man thrusting into her, the man who filled her completely, the man whose heat was saving her life.

"I’m close," Alaric groaned, his muscles tensing. "Yun Lan... help me..."

"Yes..." she whispered. "Yes..."

He drove into her, hitting her cervix, grinding against her sensitive spot.

"I need more," he whispered, his voice rough. "The cold is still there. Help me, Yun Lan."

Yun Lan, exhausted but believing him, nodded frantically. "Take it... take it all..."

Alaric roared. He climaxes deep inside her, his body spasming as he flooded her womb with copious amounts of seed. He filled her, marking her inside.

But he didn’t stop there. He pulled out, still hard, still leaking.

He sprayed his seed over her stomach, painting her pale skin white. He sprayed it over her massive breasts, watching it run down the slopes. He even aimed for her face, and she opened her mouth, catching it, accepting it.

"Gratitude," he gasped. "My life... my essence... for you."

Finally, Alaric collapsed on top of her. He feigned total exhaustion, burying his face in her large, soft breasts. He rubbed his cheek against the warm skin, listening to her frantic heartbeat.

Yun Lan lay there, broken and remade. Her body was sore, covered in his scent and his seed. Her mind was shattered by the intensity of the pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around him instinctively. She held his head to her chest, stroking his hair.

"You’re safe," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I saved you."

Alaric smiled against her skin, unseen.

She believed she had saved him. But in reality, she had just handed him the keys to her soul.