Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 418: The Forest Trap

The heavy, suffocating scent of musk, sweat, and spilled seed hung palpably in the opulent air of the master suite. Morning light, filtered through the thick, gold-embroidered curtains of the First Prince’s harem palace, cast long, hazy shadows across the ruined silk sheets. Imperial Consort Xian’s eyelids fluttered, a soft, involuntary groan escaping her lips as consciousness slowly clawed its way back into her exhausted mind.

The moment her mind engaged, her body screamed in protest. A profound, bone-deep soreness radiated from her wide, curvaceous hips, traveling up her spine and settling heavily in her chest. She felt a sticky, drying dampness between her thighs, a humiliating physical reminder of the sheer, apocalyptic defilement she had endured at the hands of the wandering scholar.

Consort Xian forced her eyes open, her vision blurry. She tried to push herself up, her arms trembling as they bore her weight against the ruined mattress. As her gaze focused, the true, horrifying reality of her situation crashed down upon her, shattering whatever fragile remnants of her imperial pride still existed.

Lying right beside her on the massive, circular bed, completely naked and breathing in the slow, shallow rhythm of total physical exhaustion, was her daughter, Huang Mei.

Consort Xian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold, paralyzing terror gripping her heart. Her beautiful, mature face drained of all color as she stared at the athletic, flawless body of her daughter. The evidence was undeniable and utterly devastating. Bright red, overlapping handprints covered Huang Mei’s perky breasts and the lush, firm curves of her buttocks. Dark purple, angry bite marks were scattered across her slender neck and collarbone. And trailing down the inside of her daughter’s thigh was the unmistakable, thick white residue of Alaric’s seed.

“Oh heavens… no…” Consort Xian whispered, her voice cracking, her hands flying up to cover her mouth to stifle a sob.

She remembered the threat. She remembered Alaric carrying her to the bathhouse, the terrifying psychological torture of him fucking her while her daughter was merely steps away. But she had eventually passed out, her mind and body completely broken by the relentless, animalistic pounding. She had not been awake to witness Alaric dragging her daughter into the abyss alongside her.

Tears of profound, maternal despair welled in her eyes. Her beautiful, strong daughter—a Peak Martial Grandmaster, a proud woman of the imperial bloodline—had been reduced to a bruised, soiled plaything. They had both been laid bare, used, and discarded on the same bed by the same monstrous man.

A surge of blinding, homicidal anger flared in Consort Xian’s chest. She wanted to scream. She wanted to summon the full, terrifying might of her newly acquired Late-Stage Martial King Battle Aura, tear the roof off the harem palace, and incinerate Alaric until not even ash remained. She wanted to grab a transmission jade, contact her husband, Emperor Huang Long, and beg him to descend from the capital to unleash his True Martial Emperor wrath upon this arrogant scholar.

But as her hand twitched toward where she normally kept her spatial ring, the cold, brutal, and utterly uncompromising reality of the Celestial Dragon Empire’s inner court paralyzed her.

Emperor Huang Long was a god among men, but he was also a man of terrifying, ruthless pride. He viewed his consorts and his daughters not merely as family, but as his absolute, untouchable property. If she contacted the Emperor, if she revealed that a wandering scholar had bypassed his legendary Spatial Law Domain, infiltrated his son’s camp, and systematically raped his wife and his daughter… Huang Long would undoubtedly kill Alaric. He would torture the man’s soul for tens of thousands of years in the Abyssal Flames.

But he would not stop there.

The Emperor’s pride could not tolerate the existence of ‘soiled’ property. He would view their defilement as an unforgivable stain on the imperial lineage. He would not offer them comfort or vengeance; he would offer them execution. He would kill Consort Xian for allowing herself to be compromised, and he would execute Huang Mei for bearing the seed of a commoner.

‘I cannot tell him,’ Consort Xian realized, her heart breaking into a million jagged pieces. ‘If I speak a single word of this… my daughter dies.’

The homicidal rage drained out of her, replaced by a vast, suffocating ocean of despair. She was trapped. She possessed the strength of a Late-Stage Martial King, yet she was completely powerless. There was no escape, no rescue, and no vengeance to be had. The only path forward, the only way to ensure Huang Mei’s survival, was to swallow her pride entirely.

‘I must go along with whatever he wants,’ Consort Xian thought, her tears falling silently onto the ruined silk sheets. ‘I must use my own body. I will submit to him. I will beg him on my knees, I will become his most devoted, filthy slut, if it means he will satiate his lust on me and leave my daughter alone.’

She had absolutely no idea that her daughter, lying unconsciously beside her, had already made her own desperate, damning deal with the Archmage while Consort Xian was passed out on the bathhouse floor.

Moving with slow, agonizing care to avoid waking Huang Mei, Consort Xian slid off the edge of the bed. Her legs trembled violently, her thighs chafing painfully together. She walked into the adjoining chamber, retrieving a set of fresh, elegant crimson robes. She dressed herself methodically, hiding the bruises and the bite marks beneath the heavy, high-collared silk.

She walked over to a plush meditation mat in the corner of the room, folding her long, aching legs into a lotus position. She closed her tear-filled eyes, forcing her mind into a state of absolute, rigid calm. She began to circulate her crimson Battle Aura, utilizing her imperial meditation technique to soothe her bruised meridians and suppress the lingering, treacherous warmth in her core. She had to be strong. She had to present an unbroken facade to the rest of the convoy.

An hour later, as the morning sun fully illuminated the suite, Huang Mei finally began to stir.

The Princess groaned softly, her athletic body shifting on the sheets. As she moved, the profound, localized soreness in her hips and chest immediately alerted her to her surroundings. She opened her eyes, the memories of the previous night’s apocalyptic degradation flooding her conscious mind. She remembered the pool, the marble floor, the relentless, animalistic thrusts of Alaric’s massive cock, and the desperate, treacherous deal she had struck to save her mother.

She turned her head slightly. She saw her mother sitting on the meditation mat across the room, fully dressed in elegant crimson robes, her aura perfectly composed, her eyes closed in deep cultivation.

Huang Mei felt a massive wave of relief wash over her. Her mother was alive. Her mother looked dignified. She didn’t know that Consort Xian had seen the marks on her body; she assumed her mother had remained blissfully unconscious throughout her entire ordeal.

Determined to uphold her end of the bargain with Alaric, Huang Mei did not make a single sound. She quietly, carefully gathered her discarded, gold-threaded martial dress from the floor. She dressed herself with trembling hands, wincing as the silk brushed against her heavily spanked buttocks. Without saying a word to her meditating mother, she slipped silently out of the chamber, her mind entirely focused on the monumental task ahead of her.

She had two days. Two days to deliver Imperial Consort Shu and her half-sister, Princess Huang Hua, to the Archmage.

Huang Mei navigated the bustling, profound-steel corridors of the First Prince’s mansion. She found her brother, First Prince Huang Wei, in his private strategic study, pouring over a massive, glowing topographical map of the eastern borders.

“Brother,” Huang Mei greeted him, her voice steady, hiding the physical agony she was currently enduring.

First Prince Huang Wei looked up, his sharp, aristocratic features relaxing slightly into a welcoming smile. “Sister Mei. You are up early. Have you spoken with Mother regarding the finalization of the alchemy contract with Feng Xiao?”

“I have just come from her chambers,” Huang Mei lied flawlessly, stepping into the room. “Mother has instructed me to inform you that there is no need to press Feng Xiao regarding his formal recruitment today. We can secure the supply of pills through the basic contract you drafted last night. For now, Mother suggests we should follow along with Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua.”

Huang Wei raised a platinum-blonde eyebrow, clearly surprised by this sudden shift in strategy. “Follow Consort Shu? But she intends to lead the convoy directly to the Third Prince’s faction. Why would Mother willingly hand the alchemist over to our rivals without a fight?”

“It is a tactical retreat,” Huang Mei explained, her mind working rapidly to construct a believable political narrative. “Mother believes that if we push him too hard now, he will feel stifled and naturally gravitate toward the Third Prince out of spite. If we accompany them to the Third Prince’s faction, we can actively monitor their offers, counter them in real-time, and observe how Feng Xiao reacts to their pressure. As for the further, deep negotiations, Mother and I will personally handle them from within their camp. Keep your hands clean, Brother, and let us manage the shadows.”

First Prince Huang Wei considered her words, his eyes tracing the glowing lines on his map. He nodded slowly, finding the plan strategically sound.

“Very well,” Huang Wei accepted readily. “Mother’s political instincts have never failed us. While you are in the Third Prince’s faction, ensure you use the opportunity to get Feng Xiao to concoct at least three dozen more Seventh Tier Pills. Specifically, I need the ‘Iron-Blood Marrow Enhancers’.”

“For your generals?” Huang Mei asked, genuinely curious despite her underlying panic.

“Yes,” Huang Wei’s eyes gleamed with intense, martial ambition. He tapped a specific, jagged coastline on the map—the easternmost edge of the continent. “I am preparing to leave the capital region shortly after the convoy departs. I am taking the Vanguard to the border areas to directly engage the warriors of the Rising Sun Empire. Emperor Yamato Kensei has grown too bold. If I can seize significant territory from his empire, and greatly expand the Celestial Dragon Empire’s borders through conquest, I am absolutely certain Imperial Father will reward me.”

He clenched his fist, his Mid-Stage Martial King aura flaring with aggressive heat. “He will reward me with an opportunity to enter the deepest, most restricted ancestral vaults. He will grant me the resources to advance and become a True Martial Emperor in the future. The throne will be mine.”

Princess Huang Mei looked at her brother, a man entirely consumed by his grand, empire-spanning ambitions. She felt a profound, incredibly bitter disconnect. He was dreaming of conquering nations and achieving godhood, entirely oblivious to the fact that his own mother and sister had already been conquered, broken, and turned into the personal sluts of a wandering scholar living in his guest wing.

“I will secure the pills, Brother,” Huang Mei promised, bowing slightly. She didn’t care about the Rising Sun Empire. She didn’t care about the throne. Her entire existence was currently narrowed down to a single, terrifying objective: how to systematically isolate her Half-Sister Huang Hua and her Half-Mother Imperial Consort Shu, so that Alaric could fuck them thoroughly and spare her own mother from further torture.

She needed to create the perfect opportunity for Alaric to strike. She knew the journey to the Third Prince’s mansion would take them outside the immediate, heavily populated capital city region and into the various, sprawling wilderness districts that separated the princes’ territories. She formulated her plan.

Later that morning, the grand dining hall was once again filled with the elite members of the convoy.

Imperial Consort Shu, looking incredibly radiant and haughty, her massive breasts pushing aggressively against her blue corset, addressed the room. “The hospitality of the First Prince has been adequate, but time is of the essence. We must depart today and head toward the Third Prince’s faction. He is eager to formally welcome our esteemed guest, Feng Xiao.”

To the absolute shock of Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua, neither the First Prince nor Princess Huang Mei offered a single word of protest or argument.

“We are in agreement, Consort Shu,” First Prince Huang Wei stated calmly, sipping his tea. “The convoy shall depart within the hour.”

Imperial Consort Xian, sitting silently at the table, masked her profound surprise perfectly. She had not given any such order to her daughter or her son. She looked at Huang Mei, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly. Why had her daughter capitulated so easily without demanding more benefits or a formal, binding contract from Feng Xiao? But fearing that any disruption might somehow agitate Alaric or expose their vulnerability, Consort Xian chose to remain absolutely silent, simply nodding her regal head in agreement.

An hour later, the massive golden carriages took to the skies once more.

The convoy was slightly smaller now, as First Prince Huang Wei remained behind in his palace to prepare for his war, but the core group—Imperial Consort Xian, Princess Huang Mei, Imperial Consort Shu, Princess Huang Hua, Feng Xiao, Ling Ying, Gu Ling, and Alaric—were all aboard, accompanied by their respective, heavily armed guards.

Within the luxurious, velvet-lined interior of Ling Ying’s personal carriage, the atmosphere was incredibly thick, humid, and intensely erotic.

Alaric sat comfortably on the wide bench, his legs spread. He was in the process of thoroughly, unapologetically violating both the Heiress of the Ling Clan and the Heiress of the Gu Clan simultaneously.

Ling Ying was kneeling on the floorboards, entirely naked, her head bobbing rhythmically as she passionately, wetly sucked on the thick, purple head of his massive erection. Her massive, heavy breasts swayed with every movement, her emerald eyes looking up at him with absolute, fanatic devotion.

Gu Ling was straddling his lap, facing him. She was also completely naked, her flawless, pale skin bearing the fading marks of his previous abuses. Alaric’s large hands were aggressively gripping her luscious, heavy breasts, his thumbs mercilessly pinching her dark pink nipples, drawing continuous, breathless gasps from her lips.

“Mnnngh… ahhh! Alaric… mhmhm…” Gu Ling moaned softly, her hips grinding down against his pelvis, her dripping pussy rubbing eagerly against the thick base of his shaft while Ling Ying serviced the tip.

She was completely conscious, possessing her full sanity. Her pride as the Heiress of the Gu Clan and her supposed love for Feng Xiao screamed at her that this was wrong, that this was a horrific betrayal. Yet, the physical addiction Alaric had systematically beaten into her body over the past month was absolute. Her body betrayed her mind completely. The sheer, mind-boggling pleasure of his touch overwrote her reluctance, turning her into a willing, desperate participant in her own degradation.

“You are both such incredibly greedy little sluts,” Alaric murmured, his voice a low, vibrating purr that sent shivers down their spines. He leaned forward, capturing Gu Ling’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth while his fingers ruthlessly twisted her nipples.

“Ahhhh! Yes… mnnn… please…” Gu Ling whimpered into his mouth, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, her body melting into his embrace.

While Alaric was enjoying the fruits of his manipulation, the convoy was subtly changing course.

At Princess Huang Mei’s explicit, pre-planned insistence, the convoy did not take the direct, heavily patrolled sky-routes toward the Third Prince’s territory. Instead, she had suggested a detour through the vast, untamed wilderness that lay outside the immediate boundaries of Emperor Huang Long’s Spatial Law Domain.

“The Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest lies directly in our path if we take the southern deviation,” Huang Mei had proposed during their pre-flight briefing. “It is renowned for harboring incredibly powerful Beast Kings. Since we have all recently experienced profound, miraculous enhancements to our Battle Auras, it would be an excellent opportunity to test our new martial strength. We can hunt the Beast Kings, loot their ancient lairs, and arrive at the Third Prince’s faction bearing incredibly rare treasures.”

The proposal had been met with universal approval.

Princess Huang Hua and Imperial Consort Shu, eager to test the limits of their newly acquired Martial King strength, found the idea of hunting powerful beasts incredibly appealing. Imperial Consort Xian, desperate to project an aura of absolute normalcy, had quickly agreed.

Even Feng Xiao was somewhat excited by the prospect. He thrived in dangerous environments. He liked to fight Beast Kings, honing his flame control in life-or-death struggles. He wanted to acquire their rare inner cores and treasures to further solidify his foundation, and more importantly, he desperately wanted a chance to show off his overwhelming martial strength to his beloved Gu Ling outside the restrictive confines of a formal tournament arena.

Thus, the golden carriages descended into the dense, towering canopy of the Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest. It was a sprawling, ancient woodland where the trees grew hundreds of feet high, their massive trunks as hard as iron, the air thick with the oppressive, predatory Qi of powerful, ancient beasts.

As night fell over the forest, casting deep, terrifying shadows among the massive roots, the convoy came to a halt in a large, naturally cleared glade. The elite guards and servants of the Imperial Consorts and Princesses immediately sprang into action. They set up a grand, highly secure encampment of luxurious silk tents, rapidly laying down complex, multi-layered array formations to ward the perimeter against ambushes from high-tier beasts.

Alaric, however, had his own plans for the evening.

He sat in the opulent, dimly lit interior of Ling Ying’s massive tent, lounging comfortably on a pile of furs. Ling Ying was currently kneeling beside him, massaging his broad shoulders.

“Ying’er,” Alaric commanded softly. “Go and tell Gu Ling to spend the evening with Feng Xiao. Tell her to walk the perimeter with him.”

Ling Ying nodded obediently. She fetched Gu Ling from the adjoining partition.

Gu Ling emerged, dressed impeccably in her pale lavender silks, looking exactly like the pristine, untouchable Heiress she was supposed to be. Yet, beneath the silk, her breasts ached from his pinching, and her inner thighs were sticky with her own arousal.

“Alaric?” Gu Ling asked softly, her ethereal eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and deep, underlying submission. “You want me to spend time with him?”

“I do,” Alaric smiled, a wicked, immensely sadistic gleam in his ruby eyes. “I want you to walk beside him. I want you to listen to his grand plans, his arrogant boasts. I want you to look into his eyes and know that while he thinks you are his pure, perfect love, your body has already submitted entirely to my cock. I want you to feel the exquisite, filthy irony of your existence, Gu Ling.”

Gu Ling flushed a brilliant, burning crimson, a wave of profound shame washing over her, immediately followed by a terrifying, dark thrill of corrupted pleasure. He was right. The psychological torment was incredibly, obscenely arousing. She bowed her head, accepting his cruel command, and slipped out of the tent to find the alchemist.

Outside, near the glowing boundary of the array formations, Feng Xiao was incredibly pleased to see Gu Ling approaching him.

“Ling’er,” Feng Xiao smiled warmly, his plain blue robes shifting in the evening breeze. “I was hoping you would come out. The ambient Qi in this forest is incredibly dense. I can sense several powerful Beast Kings lurking in the deeper peaks. Tomorrow, I will hunt them for you. I will bring you their cores to aid your cultivation.”

Gu Ling offered him a soft, incredibly strained smile. “You are too kind, Brother Xiao. Your strength is already a marvel.”

As she walked beside him, listening to his enthusiastic, earnest promises, Gu Ling felt like the absolute filthiest, most degraded slut in existence. She was pretending to be pure, pretending to be his loyal beloved, while her mind was utterly consumed by the memory of Alaric’s massive dick tearing into her pussy, and her body was currently aching for his rough, degrading touch. The sheer, overwhelming dissonance was corrupting her soul, dragging her deeper into the Archmage’s obscene abyss.

Back in the luxurious tent, Alaric was not alone for long.

The heavy silk flap of the tent was pushed aside, and Princess Huang Mei slipped inside. She wore a sleek, dark, incredibly tight combat suit designed for hunting, which perfectly highlighted her athletic, perky breasts and slender waist. Her face was set in a mask of grim, desperate determination.

“You are punctual, Princess,” Alaric noted, remaining seated on the furs. Ling Ying continued to massage his shoulders, completely unbothered by the intruder.

Huang Mei walked forward, her eyes darting nervously toward Ling Ying before settling on Alaric.

“I have formulated the plan to separate them,” Huang Mei announced, her voice low and tense. “The Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest is incredibly vast, covering thousands of square miles. Tomorrow morning, I will propose that we split our forces to maximize our hunting efficiency. We will target different Beast Kings located hundreds of miles away from each other.”

She pulled a detailed, glowing parchment map from her spatial ring, spreading it on the low wooden table before Alaric.

“You, Ling Ying, Princess Huang Hua, and Imperial Consort Shu will be assigned to explore the northern region of the forest,” Huang Mei detailed, pointing to a jagged, mountainous area on the map. “I will ensure their guards are minimal, convincing them that moving in smaller, agile groups is necessary to avoid alerting the apex predators. Meanwhile, my mother, Imperial Consort Xian, Gu Ling, and myself will head toward the northwestern ravines. Feng Xiao, accompanied by the bulk of the heavy guards, will be directed entirely toward the southern swamps.”

Alaric raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed by her logistical maneuvering. “A clean division of forces. You leave me alone with the two Imperial beauties and minimal interference. But what prevents them from simply flying away or calling for aid the moment I make my move?”

Huang Mei’s athletic chest heaved as she reached into her spatial ring again. She pulled out a small, incredibly ornate, lead-lined box. She opened it carefully.

Resting on a bed of dark velvet was a massive, pulsing, incredibly dense inner core. It glowed with a terrifying, swirling mixture of silver spatial energy and crackling blue wind Qi. The sheer, ambient pressure radiating from the orb was staggering, causing the air in the tent to vibrate.

“This is an Inner Pearl,” Huang Mei explained, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper. “It is the core of a male Storm-Winged Void Gryphon. It is an incredibly powerful, ancient, egg-laying beast race native only to this specific forest. Their bloodline is formidable, granting them supreme mastery over wind and localized spatial tearing.”

She pushed the box toward Alaric. “I know of a specific, massive peak in the northern region where the matriarch of this clan resides. She is a terrifying entity—a Peak Half-Step Beast Emperor. This Inner Pearl belonged to her mate, who was slain by an imperial hunting party decades ago. I stole this from the deepest vaults of the First Prince.”

Huang Mei looked Alaric directly in the eyes. “When you reach the northern region with Consort Shu and Huang Hua, you must expose this pearl to the open air. The matriarch will instantly sense the unique, unforgeable aura of her dead husband. It will drive her into an absolute, apocalyptic frenzy. She will launch a full-scale, devastating attack upon your party with her entire flock.”

Alaric picked up the pulsing Inner Pearl, rolling it thoughtfully between his fingers, feeling the immense, destructive energy trapped within.

“The ensuing battle against a Peak Half-Step Beast Emperor will be utterly chaotic,” Huang Mei continued, outlining the trap. “It will completely occupy the guards of Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua. In the sheer, overwhelming confusion and devastation of the beast assault, you will have the perfect, unquestionable cover to abduct them both, take them deep into the forest, and do whatever you wish with them without anyone suspecting foul play.”

Alaric smiled, a dark, incredibly villainous grin spreading across his face. It was a brilliant, highly destructive plan. It utilized the natural hazards of the environment to perfectly mask his predations.

“You have a remarkably devious mind, Little Mei,” Alaric praised her.

He didn’t hesitate to reward her initiative. He reached out, his large hand aggressively grabbing her tight, athletic left breast right over the dark fabric of her combat suit. He squeezed the firm, perky flesh with ruthless strength, his thumb roughly rubbing her nipple through the material.

“Mhnm! Ahhh!” Huang Mei gasped, her body jolting in surprise. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, but she didn’t pull away. The physical addiction Alaric had beaten into her body flared instantly, her inner thighs trembling as she subconsciously leaned into his aggressive grope, even with Ling Ying sitting right there.

“However,” Alaric murmured, his grip on her breast tightening painfully, causing her to whimper. He looked deep into her ethereal eyes, his ruby gaze piercing through her desperate facade. “I am not a fool, Princess. I see the secondary, hidden layer of your little scheme.”

Huang Mei’s breath hitched, genuine panic flooding her features. “I… I don’t know what you mean, Alaric. I am delivering them to you, just as you commanded!”

“You are delivering them, yes,” Alaric chuckled softly, his thumb continuing to torment her nipple. “But you are also delivering me directly into the jaws of a Peak Half-Step Beast Emperor. A creature whose raw, physical power and spatial tearing abilities could theoretically rip a man apart. You are secretly, desperately hoping that the matriarch of the Storm-Winged Void Gryphon clan manages to kill me during the chaos. You think that if the beast tears me to shreds, your mother will be saved, and your horrific secret will die with me in this forest.”

Huang Mei’s face drained of all color. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs. He had read her deepest, most treacherous, desperate hope with terrifying ease.

“N-no! Ahhh… please, Master, you misunderstand!” Huang Mei stammered, shaking her head frantically, terrified of the consequences. “I swear… Nnngh!… I swear I only meant to create a distraction! I know you are powerful! I didn’t—”

SMACK!

Alaric’s free hand shot out, delivering a brutal, stinging slap to her tight, athletic buttocks.

“Oohhh! Ahhh!” Huang Mei cried out, her back arching, her body submitting instantly to the punishment.

“Your little, pathetic schemes do not matter to me in the slightest, Huang Mei,” Alaric growled, his voice dropping into a dark, absolute promise of devastation as he squeezed her breast one final time before letting go. “Let the beast come. Let the sky tear open. If I succeed in fucking Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua into oblivious sluts during this mission… I will consider your debt paid.”

He leaned forward, his ruby eyes glowing with a terrifying, demonic light.

“But hear me well, Princess,” Alaric threatened softly. “If this beast actually manages to pose a threat, if your trap somehow ruins my enjoyment, or if those two women escape my grasp… I will survive. And when I return, I will make sure to punish you, and your dear mother, Imperial Consort Xian, in ways that will make you beg for the mercy of death. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes! Y-yes, Master!” Huang Mei nodded frantically, tears of sheer terror and twisted, degraded arousal pricking her eyes. “I understand completely! The plan will work! They will be yours!”

“Excellent,” Alaric smiled, tossing the incredibly volatile, pulsing Inner Pearl into his spatial ring. He leaned back against the furs, pulling Ling Ying into his lap. “Now, get out of my tent. I have an Heiress to fuck before dawn.”