Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 416: The Bathhouse Betrayal

The morning sun had fully crested over the sprawling, heavily militarized encampment of the First Prince’s faction, casting brilliant rays of golden light through the reinforced crystal windows of the Harem Palace. Yet, the dawn brought no salvation, no reprieve from the apocalyptic sexual defilement that had consumed the master suite.

Imperial Consort Xian lay collapsed upon the thick, imported carpets, her magnificent, mature body a trembling, utterly exhausted masterpiece of ruination. She was entirely naked, her fair, flawless skin heavily mottled with dark purple bite marks, stinging red handprints, and the sticky, drying remnants of the Archmage’s boundless seed. Her chest heaved with ragged, shallow breaths, her Late-Stage Martial King Battle Aura reduced to a pathetic, flickering ember deep within her Dantian. She glared up at the ceiling, her eyes burning with a fierce, unadulterated hatred that stubbornly refused to be extinguished.

Alaric stood above her, his muscular, athletic physique completely untouched by fatigue. He had just magically erased the superficial evidence of his violence from her skin, ensuring she looked pristine to the naked eye, but the deep, bone-weary exhaustion and the gallons of semen pooling in her womb remained.

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t offer any mocking taunts or demand her submission. He simply reached down with his large, incredibly strong hands and effortlessly scooped her voluptuous body up into his arms, lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing at all.

“W-what are you doing?” Imperial Consort Xian croaked, her voice completely hoarse, her throat raw from hours of screaming insults and moaning in traitorous ecstasy.

“The night is over, Imperial Consort Xian,” Alaric murmured, his ruby eyes flashing with a dark, predatory promise as he carried her across the ruined bedchamber. “But the morning has just begun. It is time to continue your therapy in the bath.”

Consort Xian lacked the physical strength to even thrash in his grip. Her arms hung limply over his broad shoulders, her massive, heavy breasts squishing softly against his chest with every step he took. Her body and mind were so fundamentally exhausted from being ruthlessly pounded for the entire night that her muscles had been trained to a point of terrifying, instinctual compliance. As his arm supported her wide, curvaceous hips, she could feel her inner walls weakly, involuntarily twitching, her pussy subconsciously preparing to receive his massive shaft once more. Her mind was too tired to even curse him, too drained to beg him to stop, because she knew with absolute, despairing certainty that he would not stop fucking her until he was completely satisfied.

Alaric carried her through a set of heavy, gilded double doors and stepped into the adjoining imperial bathroom.

It was an architectural marvel, vast enough to be considered a grand hall in its own right. The walls and floors were meticulously crafted from seamless slabs of white, gold-veined profound-marble. In the center of the chamber lay a massive, sunken thermal pool, the crystal-clear water steaming gently, heated by natural, deep-earth volcanic veins channeled beneath the estate. Intricately carved jade statues of roaring water-dragons served as fountains, spilling continuous streams of hot, fragrant water into the pool. The air was thick with humidity, smelling of rare lotus blossoms and mineral-rich steam.

Alaric didn’t bother setting down his prize. He walked directly down the wide marble steps, descending until the hot, soothing water reached his waist.

He found her completely, utterly enchanting in her defeated state. The fierce, commanding mother of the First Prince, a woman who usually directed armies with a flick of her wrist, was completely limp in his arms, her eyes half-closed, her lush lips parted in exhaustion.

He released her legs, allowing her tall, voluptuous figure to slide down his body. The buoyancy of the water instantly took some of the weight off her tired limbs, but Alaric didn’t give her a moment to find her footing. As soon as her incredibly wide, heart-shaped buttocks brushed against his groin, he gripped her by the waist, lifted her slightly, and drove his rock-hard, massive dick straight up into her dripping, thoroughly used pussy.

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm! Ahhh!” Imperial Consort Xian cried out, the sudden, incredibly deep intrusion forcing a loud, breathy moan from her lips. Her head fell back against his shoulder, the hot water splashing around them as he immediately began to thrust.

“Your body is so beautifully responsive, Imperial Consort Xian,” Alaric whispered, his hands sliding up through the warm water to aggressively capture her massive breasts. “You don’t even have the energy to fight me, yet your pussy is clamped around my cock as tightly as a virgin’s.”

“I… I hate you… NNNGH!” she gasped weakly, her hands weakly splashing the water as she tried to find purchase on his arms.

But her strength did not allow her to resist him. She was entirely at his mercy in the massive pool.

Alaric pushed her back against the smooth, wet marble wall of the bath. He pinned her there, the hot water lapping at her waist. He lifted her incredibly thick, fair right thigh, hooking it securely over his forearm, completely exposing her gaping, swollen entrance to the steaming air. He hammered into her with brutal, relentless force, his hips slapping loudly against the wet marble and her plump buttocks.

SLAP! SPLASH! SLAP!

“OOHHH! AHHHH!” Consort Xian shrieked, the acoustics of the grand bathroom amplifying her cries. The sensation of the hot water rushing into her pussy with every withdrawal, only to be violently displaced by his thick, burning shaft on the downward thrust, was a completely new, mind-boggling torture of pleasure.

He enjoyed her voluptuous, milf body thoroughly, showing absolutely no reverence for her imperial status. He relentlessly fucked her tight pussy, marveling at how it milked him with desperate, instinctual spasms despite her hatred. His hands never stopped moving. He enjoyed her large, motherly breasts, grabbing the heavy, floating globes of flesh beneath the water, squeezing them aggressively before pulling them up above the surface to ruthlessly pinch and twist her dark pink nipples.

“Look at these magnificent breasts,” Alaric taunted, biting her neck as he pounded her against the wall. “They are so heavy, so full. Does the First Prince know his mother has the body of a high-class breeding sow?”

“Don’t… MHHMmm! Don’t you dare… ahhh! Speak of him!” she sobbed angrily, her hips involuntarily bucking upward to meet his thrusts.

He loved her curvy buttocks. As he fucked her pussy, he would frequently pull one hand away to deliver a vicious, stinging slap to her wet, bare ass. The sound of his hand striking her wet skin was incredibly sharp, turning her cheeks a glowing, vibrant red beneath the water.

She had grown tired of resisting him physically, her limbs simply refusing to obey her commands to fight, but she did not submit to him mentally. She refused to beg for her release, refused to call him her master, clinging to her battered aristocratic pride with everything she had left.

Alaric found this sheer, stubborn lack of mental resistance incredibly alluring. It fueled his sadistic lust, making him fuck her even more excitedly, determined to break her completely.

Hours passed by in the steaming, humid confines of the bathroom. The sun outside climbed higher into the sky, but within the Sound-Severing Void Ward, time seemed to stretch into an eternity of aquatic defilement.

Alaric moved her through a myriad of exhausting, erotic positions within the massive pool. He pulled her away from the wall and waded into the deeper water. He forced her to wrap her long legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his neck, carrying her like a child while he stood in the center of the pool. He bounced her up and down on his massive erection, the water providing a strange, weightless resistance that made every deep penetration feel agonizingly slow and incredibly full.

“HAAAAAH! It’s too deep! Ahhh! My womb… MHHMmm!” Consort Xian wailed, her face buried in his neck, her massive breasts squished flat against his chest.

He laid her back on the shallow, submerged marble steps leading into the pool. The hot water barely covered her waist. He knelt between her spread thighs, grabbing her ankles and pushing her knees all the way back to her ears. He drove into her from this highly exposing angle, enjoying the spectacular view of her massive, wet breasts heaving with her rapid breaths, and her beautiful face contorted in unwanted, overwhelming pleasure.

He climaxed inside her multiple times, pumping thick, scalding ropes of his seed deep into her core, letting his cum mix with the pristine, hot thermal waters. With every orgasm he forced from her body, her resistance ebbed a fraction more, her mind slipping further into a hazy, defeated bliss.

While Alaric was mercilessly violating the Imperial Consort in the bathhouse, a highly tense, politically charged meeting was taking place in the grand audience hall of the First Prince’s central mansion.

First Prince Huang Wei sat behind his obsidian desk, his brow deeply furrowed in annoyance. Standing before him was Feng Xiao, the Flame King, looking calm but slightly impatient. Beside the alchemist stood Princess Huang Mei, her athletic figure clad in a tight, gold-threaded dress, her arms crossed firmly beneath her perky breasts.

The atmosphere was strained. Imperial Consort Shu, representing the fiercely competitive faction of the Third Prince, had spent the entire morning putting immense political pressure on the group to conclude their business in the First Prince’s camp. She was demanding that the convoy pack up and immediately head toward her own son’s heavily fortified faction base, so that the Third Prince could finally offer his own, massive recruitment incentives to Feng Xiao.

“Consort Shu is becoming insufferable, Brother,” Princess Huang Mei complained, pacing the floor of the audience hall. “She has already mobilized her guards to prepare the carriages. If we delay much longer, she will formally petition the Emperor’s eunuchs to intervene, claiming we are unlawfully detaining the alchemist.”

First Prince Huang Wei sighed, rubbing his temples. “I am aware, Sister Mei. However, we cannot simply let Feng Xiao depart without finalizing the exact logistics of the Seventh Tier Pill supply chain we negotiated. And more importantly, Mother has not yet emerged from her chambers to give her final, political blessing on the contract. It is highly irregular for Imperial Consort Xian to be absent from such a crucial negotiation.”

“I agree, Your Highness,” Feng Xiao nodded respectfully. “Imperial Consort Xian’s guidance was instrumental yesterday. I would prefer to conclude our agreements in her presence before I entertain the Third Prince’s offers.”

“It is nearly midday,” Princess Huang Mei frowned, looking toward the heavy doors of the hall. “Mother is notoriously punctual. For her to miss a morning summit regarding the Vanguard’s future is entirely unprecedented.”

“Go to the Harem Palace, Sister Mei,” First Prince Huang Wei commanded, his tone decisive. “Check on Mother. Ensure she is not unwell. If she is indisposed, we will proceed without her, but I must know her status before I sign the imperial seal on Feng Xiao’s contract.”

“I shall return swiftly, Brother,” Princess Huang Mei nodded, turning on her heel and marching out of the audience hall.

She crossed the sunlit courtyards, her Early-Stage Martial King Battle Aura humming with an energetic, restless vitality. Thanks to Alaric’s ‘massage’ weeks ago, her physical body felt incredibly light and powerful, though she still harbored a deep, burning resentment that she had not achieved the same monumental, realm-jumping breakthrough as her mother and Consort Shu.

She arrived at the heavily guarded perimeter of the Harem Palace. The elite female guards and high-ranking eunuchs bowed respectfully as she approached.

“Has Imperial Consort Xian departed her chambers this morning?” Princess Huang Mei asked the captain of the guard.

“No, Your Highness,” the captain reported, her face a mask of stoic discipline. “The Imperial Consort has not emerged since she retired last night. Her personal maids attempted to bring her morning tea, but they were unable to rouse her. The doors remain sealed from the inside.”

Huang Mei’s frown deepened. It was incredibly strange. Her mother was a Late-Stage Martial King; she did not require twelve hours of sleep.

She bypassed the guards and walked swiftly down the opulent, silk-draped corridors until she reached the heavy, crimson-lacquered doors of her mother’s private suite. She placed her hand against the wood, sensing for any dangerous fluctuations of Qi, but felt nothing. Alaric’s Sound-Severing Void Ward completely absorbed and nullified any internal energy signatures.

“Mother?” Princess Huang Mei called out, knocking firmly on the heavy doors. “Are you awake? Brother Wei requires your presence in the audience hall. Consort Shu is threatening to move the convoy.”

There was no response from the bedroom.

Using her imperial authority, Huang Mei channeled a small pulse of her Golden Sovereign Battle Aura, bypassing the mundane locking mechanism, and pushed the heavy doors open.

She stepped into the master suite. The room was a disaster. The heavy silk canopies of the massive circular bed were torn to shreds, the wooden frame fractured, and the expensive carpets scuffed. It looked as though a brief, violent martial struggle had taken place.

“Mother?!” Huang Mei called out, a spike of genuine alarm hitting her chest. She stepped further into the room, her hand dropping to the hilt of the ceremonial short-sword at her waist.

Then, she heard it.

Coming from the slightly ajar, heavy frosted-glass doors of the attached imperial bathroom, she heard the distinct, rhythmic sound of splashing water.

Huang Mei relaxed slightly, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her mother was bathing. That explained the silence.

She walked toward the bathroom doors, intending to speak through the crack.

Inside the steaming, humid confines of the massive bathroom, Alaric’s incredibly sharp Archmage senses immediately detected the breach of the outer suite doors. He felt the distinct, golden fluctuation of Princess Huang Mei’s Early-Stage Martial King aura enter the bedroom.

Alaric paused his brutal thrusts. He was currently standing in the shallow end of the pool, holding Imperial Consort Xian’s heavy thighs wrapped securely around his waist, pinning her back against the wet marble wall as he fucked her.

He looked down at the exhausted, panting Consort. A slow, incredibly wicked, and deeply sadistic smirk spread across his handsome face as he realized he had been presented with the perfect, ultimate tool to finally break her stubborn pride.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her massive, wet breasts, and whispered directly into her ear.

“It seems, Imperial Consort Xian,” Alaric murmured, his voice a dark, velvety threat, “that your daughter has come looking for you.”

Consort Xian’s eyes widened in sudden, absolute panic. Her breath caught in her throat. She could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom doors.

“Well,” Alaric continued, casually grinding his massive, hard dick deep against her cervix, drawing a stifled, breathless gasp from her lips. “Since she is here, and you seem entirely too exhausted to properly accommodate my stamina… perhaps she can take over her mother’s duties of satiating my lust.”

Consort Xian froze, the blood draining completely from her beautiful, flushed face.

“After all,” Alaric chuckled softly, a demonic sound that chilled her to the bone, “it would not be her first time. I already took her sweet, tight virginity on a massage table. She screamed for my cock quite beautifully. I am sure she would be thrilled to join us in the pool.”

The sheer, apocalyptic terror of the threat completely shattered the last, lingering remnants of the Imperial Consort’s haughty, aristocratic pride. The thought of her precious daughter, her blood, walking into the bathroom and seeing her mother being brutally raped, and then being forced to join the degradation… it was a nightmare too horrific to endure.

The fierce, commanding mother of the First Prince vanished. She was reduced to a terrified, desperate, pleading woman.

“N-no… please…” Consort Xian begged, her voice trembling, her hands reaching up to desperately grip his broad shoulders. Tears of genuine, maternal terror streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the hot water of the pool. “Please, Alaric, I beg you. Do not target my daughter. Do not let her see this. Do not touch her!”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Alaric taunted, deliberately pulling his shaft almost entirely out of her pussy before slamming back in with a wet, echoing SLAP, forcing her to bite her own lip to stifle a scream. “She is incredibly sexy. Her perky breasts are a delight. And she is right outside the door.”

“I will do anything!” Consort Xian sobbed frantically, completely abandoning her dignity. “Anything you want! I will submit! I will be your slut! I will do whatever you command, just please, spare her this humiliation! Do not let her see me!”

Alaric’s smirk widened into a grin of absolute victory. Her begging, terrified expression, the complete and utter contrast to the proud, unyielding woman she had been all night, made him incredibly, intensely horny. The psychological domination was intoxicating.

“Anything?” Alaric whispered, his hands aggressively gripping her massive, wet breasts, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to bruise.

“Yes! AHHH! Yes, anything!” she wept, nodding frantically.

“Then prove it, Consort,” Alaric commanded roughly. “Kiss me. Kiss me like you are my devoted, desperate whore.”

Consort Xian didn’t hesitate. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face down, and crashed her lips against his. She kissed him with a frantic, desperate passion, her tongue invading his mouth, entirely discarding her hatred in exchange for his mercy. She tasted her own tears and the sweat on his skin, kissing the man who had ruined her with everything she had.

Alaric kissed her back brutally, his hand sliding down to sharply spank her wet, curvy buttock beneath the water.

“You better obey my every command perfectly, then,” Alaric whispered against her lips, pulling back slightly. “Because if you fail, if you give her a single hint that something is wrong… I won’t be able to stay my hand, or my dick, from enjoying your dear daughter right in front of you.”

At that exact moment, Princess Huang Mei’s clear, athletic voice rang out from the other side of the frosted-glass bathroom doors.

“Mother?” Huang Mei called out. “Are you bathing inside? Brother Wei requires your presence immediately.”

Alaric smiled. He tightened his grip on Consort Xian’s thighs and began to thrust into her pussy with rapid, animalistic speed.

“Respond to your daughter, Consort,” Alaric whispered maliciously, his hands returning to aggressively fondle her massive breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples sharply. “Tell her you are perfectly fine.”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“HAAAAAH! MHHMmm!” Consort Xian gasped loudly as he pounded her. She desperately bit her lower lip, fighting to suppress the overwhelming, highly erotic moans tearing at her throat. She forced herself to draw a deep, shaky breath, trying to inject some semblance of maternal authority into her trembling voice.

“I-I am here, L-Little Mei…” Consort Xian called out, her voice straining painfully as Alaric drove incredibly deep. “Mnnn… I am currently bathing…”

Outside the doors, Huang Mei frowned slightly at the strange, breathy cadence of her mother’s voice, but she didn’t immediately suspect anything sinister.

“We have been waiting for hours, Mother,” Huang Mei said, leaning closer to the door. “Consort Shu is threatening to cause a political incident. Are you unwell?”

“I… AHHH!” Consort Xian accidentally let out a sharp cry as Alaric ruthlessly twisted her nipple. She quickly disguised it as a cough. “I am perfectly well, Little Mei. I… I simply woke up very late today… due to my incredibly long, intensive cultivation session last night. MHHMmm… My Dantian was… adjusting. I will meet you and Huang Wei in the audience hall later.”

Princess Huang Mei heard the words and accepted the logic. It made perfect sense that a newly ascended Late-Stage Martial King would require extensive, exhausting meditation to stabilize her foundation.

However, her mother’s continued, muffled moans, and the incredibly loud, aggressive splashing sounds coming from within the pool, made the Princess wonder if the cultivation breakthrough had somehow harmed her mother’s internal state.

“Are you certain everything is alright, Mother?” Huang Mei asked, genuine concern lacing her voice. “Your breathing sounds incredibly heavy. Are you experiencing Qi deviation?”

Consort Xian’s eyes widened in panic. She looked at Alaric, silently pleading with him to stop, but he merely grinned and thrust harder, ensuring the water splashed violently against the marble walls.

“It is all good, Little Mei! NNNGH!” Consort Xian forced the words out, desperately fabricating an excuse on the spot. “It is just… it is just that I am finding the bath incredibly… relaxing. It is a new, highly potent herbal medicinal bath… MHHMmm… that I discovered in some ancient texts… to soothe the meridians.”

Outside the door, Princess Huang Mei’s curiosity was instantly piqued. As a martial fanatic constantly seeking ways to enhance her own physique, the mention of a highly potent, ancient herbal bath that could cause a Late-Stage Martial King to moan in relaxation was incredibly tempting.

“An ancient herbal medicinal bath?” Huang Mei repeated, her eyes lighting up. She looked down at her own sweat-dampened dress from her morning spar. “My muscles are quite tense from training, Mother. I want to enter and enjoy this herbal bath as well.”

Inside the pool, Consort Xian’s heart plummeted into her stomach. “No! Little Mei, you must not—AHHH!”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. Alaric had hit a profoundly sensitive cluster of nerves deep inside her, completely stealing her breath.

“Please!” Consort Xian turned to Alaric, whispering frantically, tears streaming down her face. “I beg you! Do not let her see me! Hide me! I will do anything! I will be your slave forever!”

Alaric chuckled softly, his ruby eyes glinting with immense, perverted amusement.

“Do not worry, my devoted slut,” Alaric whispered, his hands never stopping their assault on her body. “I will simply cast a spell to make myself completely invisible. I will blend entirely with the water and the steam. But…”

He leaned in, biting her earlobe. “My dick will remain buried deep inside your pussy. And I will continue to enjoy your massive breasts thoroughly, without holding back for a single second. It will be entirely up to you to ensure your dear daughter doesn’t discover that you are being mercilessly fucked while she bathes with you. That is all I will do.”

Consort Xian didn’t have a choice in the matter. She was trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

Before she could utter another word, the heavy frosted-glass doors of the bathroom clicked open.

Simultaneously, Alaric activated the Aquatic Mirage Veil.

Instantly, his physical body, his magical aura, and the very displacement of the water around him vanished completely from the visible spectrum. To the naked eye, and to any standard spiritual sense, he simply ceased to exist.

However, Imperial Consort Xian could still feel him. She could feel his massive, incredibly hard dick stretching her pussy to the hilt. She could feel his large, invisible hands firmly gripping her massive, wet breasts, his thumbs resting cruelly against her sensitive nipples.

Princess Huang Mei stepped into the massive, steamy bathroom.

She had already removed her gold-threaded dress and her undergarments in the outer suite. She walked in completely, spectacularly naked. Her body was a vision of athletic perfection. Her perky, large breasts bounced slightly with her confident strides, her stomach was incredibly flat and toned with visible abdominal muscles, and her long, lithe legs carried her toward the edge of the pool.

Even in his invisible state, Alaric could see her perfectly. He looked at the naked Princess, his predatory gaze taking in her firm, youthful curves. He licked his lips with a wicked grin, and, unable to resist the sudden spike in his arousal, he gave Consort Xian’s massive breasts a brutal, aggressive squeeze while thrusting his hips forcefully forward.

“HAAAAAH!” Consort Xian gasped loudly, her entire body jerking against the marble wall as his invisible dick pounded her cervix.

Huang Mei paused at the edge of the pool, looking at her mother in concern.

“Mother? Are you unwell?” Huang Mei asked, stepping down into the hot water, the steaming liquid quickly rising to her waist.

Consort Xian was a picture of absolute, flushed desperation. She was leaning back against the marble wall, her arms resting on the edge of the pool to support her weight. Her massive breasts floated slightly on the surface of the water, heaving rapidly. Her fair skin was flushed a brilliant, burning pink, her eyes wide and slightly crazed.

She desperately bit the inside of her cheek, fighting with every ounce of her superhuman willpower to restrain the loud, filthy moans that threatened to tear from her throat as Alaric continued to slowly, agonizingly grind his invisible cock inside her.

“I… MHHMmm… I am perfectly fine, Little Mei,” Consort Xian forced a tight, incredibly strained smile onto her face. “The herbs… they are just incredibly… stimulating. They cause a sudden surge of heat in the meridians.”

Huang Mei waded closer, stopping a few feet away. She frowned, her Early-Stage Martial King senses picking up the strange anomalies.

“Your state is very peculiar, Mother,” Huang Mei observed, her sharp eyes scanning her mother’s flushed face and heaving chest. “Your body is radiating an incredible amount of heat, even more than the pool itself. You are breathing as though you have just run a thousand miles, and you have this… crazed, intensely pleasurable look on your face. Are you certain this herbal bath is safe?”

“It is safe! NNNGH!” Consort Xian gasped, her hands gripping the marble edge so hard her knuckles turned white, as Alaric ruthlessly pinched her invisible nipples. “It is merely purging the… ahhh… the impurities from my breakthrough.”

Because Consort Xian had successfully held back her loudest, most explicit moans since Huang Mei entered the chamber, the Princess simply didn’t realize the truth. Her mind could not possibly comprehend the impossible reality that her mother was currently being brutally fucked by an invisible Archmage right in front of her eyes.

Huang Mei sighed, relaxing into the hot water. “If you say so, Mother. The heat is certainly penetrating.”

For the next ten minutes, they engaged in a surreal, agonizing conversation. Huang Mei casually discussed the ongoing negotiations with Feng Xiao, the irritating pressure from Consort Shu, and the political climate of the capital.

Consort Xian had to respond, offering political advice and maternal guidance, all while Alaric continued to relentlessly, sadistically fuck her pussy with his massive, invisible dick. She was in absolute agony, hovering constantly on the precipice of orgasm. She had to disguise her breathy gasps as coughs, her sudden twitches as muscle spasms from the ‘herbs’. She climaxed three times during that conversation, her toes curling, her inner walls milking him violently, while her face remained locked in a terrifying mask of strained composure.

Then, Alaric decided to escalate the torture.

He leaned forward, his invisible lips brushing against Consort Xian’s ear, his whisper targeted so only she could hear it.

“Tell your daughter to turn around,” Alaric commanded softly. “Tell her you will wash her back. Offer to play the good, doting mother.”

Consort Xian’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated panic. She violently shook her head ‘no’, terrified of what he planned to do.

“Do it, Consort,” Alaric threatened, his invisible hands squeezing her breasts hard enough to bruise. “Or I will instantly drop the veil, reveal myself to her eyes, and let her watch as I fuck you into unconsciousness.”

Defeated, utterly broken by the threat, Consort Xian forced a trembling smile onto her lips.

“Little Mei…” Consort Xian choked out, her voice shaking terribly. “Come here… MHHMmm… turn around. Let your mother… ahhh… let your mother rub your back and wash your body. You have been training so hard.”

Huang Mei smiled warmly, touched by the rare display of maternal affection. “Thank you, Mother.”

She waded closer to Consort Xian and turned her back, presenting her smooth, muscular, flawless back to her mother, completely defenseless.

Consort Xian raised her trembling hands, preparing to gently wash her daughter’s skin.

But she never made contact.

Alaric’s invisible hands shot out, firmly grabbing Consort Xian’s wrists and pulling her arms back, pinning them to the marble wall behind her.

Simultaneously, Alaric reached forward. He placed his large, strong, invisible hands directly onto Princess Huang Mei’s bare, wet back.

He began to wash her. He used broad, firm strokes, his thumbs kneading the athletic muscles along her spine, massaging her shoulders with expert, deeply pleasurable pressure. He was intimately touching the Princess, while his lower half continued to thrust brutally, rapidly into her mother’s pussy.

Huang Mei let out a soft sigh of contentment, entirely unaware of the invisible violation.

“Mmm… your hands feel incredibly strong today, Mother,” Huang Mei murmured, her eyes closing as she relaxed into the massage. “You are usually much more delicate.”

Behind her, Imperial Consort Xian was living a nightmare. She had to slap both of her hands tightly over her own mouth, desperately muffling the loud, filthy screams of pure sexual ecstasy that tore from her throat.

Alaric was fucking her more animalistically than ever, his thrusts incredibly deep and relentless, completely unrestrained by the need to hide his movements since he was positioned directly behind the Princess. He pounded the Consort mercilessly, the water splashing violently, which Huang Mei simply attributed to the vigorous scrubbing of her back.

Consort Xian climaxed multiple times in rapid succession, her body shaking violently, tears of profound humiliation and absolute physical bliss streaming down her face.

Finally, with a silent, invisible roar, Alaric climaxed. He pumped a massive, scalding hot load of his potent seed directly into the Consort’s womb, unloading everything he had left while his hands continued to smoothly massage her daughter’s shoulders.

As the last pulse of his essence faded, the sheer, unimaginable stress of the ordeal finally broke the Imperial Consort’s physical endurance.

Consort Xian slumped sideways. She fell against the edge of the pool, completely exhausted. Most of her voluptuous, ruined upper body remained submerged under the hot water, while her head and arms lay limply against the wet marble floor beside the pool. She was truly, completely wasted, her eyes rolled back, incapable of moving a single muscle.

Alaric smoothly pulled his invisible dick out of her pussy.

He moved silently through the water, stepping around the exhausted Consort, and positioned himself directly behind the naked, defenseless Princess Huang Mei.

Huang Mei opened her eyes, frowning slightly as the comforting hands vanished from her back. She heard a heavy splash behind her.

“Mother? Why did you stop?” Huang Mei asked, turning her head slightly in confusion.

Alaric didn’t answer immediately. First, with a precise application of his magical will, he instantly deactivated the Subconscious Weaving Hex that he had implanted in Huang Mei’s mind weeks ago during her ‘massage’.

The heavy, rationalizing fog vanished from the Princess’s brain. The memories of her defloration, of Alaric’s massive cock tearing into her, of her own desperate, filthy screams of pleasure on the massage table, rushed into her conscious mind with terrifying, undeniable clarity.

She realized, in a single heartbeat, that the wandering scholar had not been performing medical therapy. He had been brutally fucking her.

Before Huang Mei could even open her mouth to scream in outrage, Alaric simultaneously dropped the Aquatic Mirage Veil, turning himself entirely visible, and struck.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing flush against her wet, bare back. His hands shot around her torso, violently latching onto her massive, perky breasts, squeezing the soft flesh thoroughly. At the exact same moment, he drove his rock-hard, massive dick forward, piercing her tight, wet pussy from behind with a single, devastating thrust.

“You look quite sexy, Princess Huang Mei,” Alaric whispered sinisterly directly into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. “I really couldn’t resist.”

“HAAAAAH! OOHHH!” Huang Mei shrieked, her back arching violently as he buried himself to the hilt.

She was completely shocked that it was Alaric, the wandering scholar, standing naked in the imperial bathroom. But the true, horrifying shock—the realization that broke her martial pride instantly—was the profound, undeniable physical reaction of her own body.

Her pussy did not reject him. It actually found his massive, incredibly thick dick to be profoundly, impossibly comfortable. Her inner walls instantly clamped down around his shaft, welcoming the intrusion as though it was only natural, only right, for her to be fucked by him. The physical addiction he had seeded in her body had completely bypassed her conscious outrage.

“W-what… how are you here?!” Huang Mei gasped, her hands flying up to grab his wrists, but finding herself entirely unable to push him away as he began to thrust rapidly into her core.

She turned her head, looking over her shoulder to see how he could possibly have bypassed her mother’s security.

Her gaze landed on the edge of the pool.

She saw Imperial Consort Xian, the terrifyingly powerful Late-Stage Martial King, laying against the marble floor as though she was utterly wasted. Her mother’s naked body was completely covered in stark red slap marks, dark purple bite marks, and bruises, looking exactly as though she had just been fucked ruthlessly and thoroughly.

The horrifying, impossible reality crashed down upon the Princess. Her mother hadn’t been cultivating. Her mother had been taking the scholar’s cock right in front of her.

“No… MHHMmm! Ahhh!” Huang Mei sobbed, the sheer despair of the situation entirely overwhelmed by the blinding, roaring physical ecstasy of Alaric’s dick tearing through her pussy.

Alaric grinned, pounding the Princess mercilessly into the hot waters of the bath, entirely satisfied with the utter, comprehensive destruction he had wrought upon the highest women of the Celestial Dragon Empire.