Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 423: Paths Diverge

The interior of the massive, golden primary tent was a sweltering, heavily perfumed crucible of absolute moral collapse. The air was thick with the suffocating, humid scent of crushed lotus, sweat, and the heavy, unmistakable musk of raw, relentless copulation. Princess Huang Mei and Princess Huang Hua lay tangled together on a pile of ruined silk cushions, their incredibly toned, athletic bodies trembling violently. They were completely exhausted, their flawless skin marked with blooming purple bruises and stark red handprints, their minds rendered blissfully, mindlessly blank from the dozens of devastating orgasms Alaric had dragged from their youthful frames.

Now, they were reduced to mere spectators. Their heavy, exhausted eyelids fluttered as they lay on the carpets, their hands lazily, instinctively drifting down to rub their own swollen, dripping clitorises as they watched the wandering scholar turn his terrifying, boundless stamina entirely upon their mothers.

Alaric stood in the center of the plush carpets, his muscular physique glistening with sweat in the dim light of the luminous pearls. He had Imperial Consort Shu pinned firmly against the main support pillar of the tent.

He was executing the Standing Wall-Pin position with brutal, unforgiving strength. He held her entirely off the ground by her incredibly wide, curvaceous, child-bearing hips, her long, fair legs dangling uselessly in the air. The sheer, overwhelming weight of her mature, voluptuous body was supported entirely by the massive, rock-hard erection buried to the absolute hilt inside her soaking wet, desperately clenching pussy.

“Mnnn! Ahhh! Yes, Master! Ohhh… deeper!” Imperial Consort Shu moaned, her voice a breathless, melodic wail of pure sexual ecstasy. Her head was thrown back, her eyes rolled up into her skull.

Because she was suspended in the air, her impossibly massive, heavy breasts hung freely, bouncing and slapping violently against her own ribcage with every brutal thrust of his hips. Alaric’s large hands abandoned her hips for a moment, letting his core strength hold her up, so he could aggressively seize the luscious, motherly globes of flesh. He squeezed her breasts with ruthless intensity, his thumbs mercilessly pinching and rolling her stiff, dark pink nipples.

“Look at you, Imperial Consort Shu,” Alaric taunted, his voice a dark, vibrating purr that sent shivers down the spines of every woman in the tent. He drove his hips forward, a wet, echoing slap resounding as their bodies collided. “You are the esteemed wife of Emperor Huang Long. You dictate the fate of millions. Yet here you are, hanging off my cock like a common tavern whore. Your body is so incredibly, undeniably slutty. You were built for nothing else but to take a man’s dick and breed.”

“Ahhh! I am! Mnnn… I am your slut! Yesss!” Consort Shu wept, tears of pure physical pleasure streaming down her beautiful, mature face. The degradation fueled the roaring inferno in her lower abdomen. “My body… ohhh… it belongs to your cock! Fuck the Emperor’s wife, Master! Ruin my royal womb! Ahhh!”

Alaric leaned forward, burying his face in her deep, sweaty cleavage. He opened his mouth and captured a large portion of her heavy breast, biting down gently on the soft flesh while his tongue flicked over her erect nipple.

“Mhmmm! Ahhh! Master’s mouth… yesss!” she sobbed, her inner walls milking his shaft with terrifying, involuntary spasms.

A few feet away, Imperial Consort Xian was crawling on her hands and knees across the carpet, her wide, heart-shaped buttocks swaying invitingly. She could not stand the denial for another second. The sight of her fierce political rival receiving Alaric’s massive dick drove her completely insane with feral, burning jealousy.

“Master… please… Mnnn… do not forget me… ohhh…” Consort Xian begged, her voice dropping into a desperate, filthy whine as she reached his legs. She looked up at him, her beautiful face flushed a brilliant crimson. “Her pussy is too loose! Let me serve you! Look at my ass, Master! It is aching for your spankings!”

Alaric pulled his mouth away from Consort Shu’s breast, a wicked, sadistic smile curving his lips. He abruptly pulled his thick, cum-slicked shaft out of Consort Shu with a loud pop, letting the exhausted mother of the Third Prince slide down the wooden pillar to collapse in a panting, trembling heap on the floor.

“Impatient, are we, Imperial Consort Xian?” Alaric murmured.

He didn’t give her a moment to prepare. He grabbed Consort Xian by her thick, dark hair, pulling her head back, and violently shoved her face-down onto the plush carpets. He engaged the Prone Bone position, pressing his heavy, sweaty chest entirely over her broad back, completely pinning the towering, commanding woman flat against the floor.

He gripped her incredibly luscious, wide hips, pulling her buttocks up slightly, and drove his massive erection directly into her dripping core from the flattened angle.

“OOHHH! Yesss! Ahhh! Finally!” Consort Xian shrieked, a loud, visceral moan tearing from her throat as the intense friction hit her cervix.

Alaric pounded the mother of the First Prince relentlessly against the floor. He brought his hand down, delivering a vicious, stinging slap to her right buttock.

SMACK!

“Ahhh! Mnnn! Harder!” Consort Xian pleaded, her hips bucking backward to meet his brutal thrusts.

“You milfs are truly incredible,” Alaric praised mockingly, his hips moving like a piston. “Your daughters are tight, yes, but they lack this… desperate, unyielding hunger. Your bodies are so mature, so ripe. The way your heavy breasts squish against the floor, the way your wide hips take every inch of my length… you are walking temptations. It is a miracle you haven’t been raped a hundred times over in the Imperial Palace with bodies this disgustingly fertile.”

“Mhmmm… only by you, Master… ohhh… only you can rape us properly… ahhh!” Consort Xian babbled, completely losing her mind to the mind-boggling pleasure.

Alaric reached under her body, his large hands finding her massive breasts. He fondled the heavy, sweaty flesh roughly, pulling on her nipples as he fucked her.

“I am going to need your assistance, my beautiful, devoted whores,” Alaric commanded, his voice echoing over the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies. “Conquering the two of you has been exceptionally entertaining. But Emperor Huang Long possesses an incredibly vast harem in the capital, does he not? Dozens of lonely, arrogant concubines sitting in their gilded cages, just waiting to be broken.”

“Yesss… ahhh… Mnnn… so many whores…” Consort Shu agreed breathlessly from the floor, crawling closer to watch her rival get pounded, her hand frantically rubbing her own clitoris.

“When we reach the Imperial Capital,” Alaric declared, driving his hips forward with bone-jarring force. “You will use your supreme status, your vast resources, and your political influence to deliver them to me. You will arrange private banquets. You will isolate the most beautiful, the most powerful, and the most arrogant women in the Emperor’s inner court. And you will help me turn every single one of them into my personal cock-sleeves. Will you do this for your Master?”

“I promise! Ahhh! Mnnn! Anything you want, Master!” Imperial Consort Xian wept, her body shuddering as a massive climax began to build in her lower abdomen. “I will bring you Consort Li… ohhh… I will bring you Noble Consort Wang… I will drug their tea and hold their legs open for your cock! Just please… ahhh… never stop fucking me!”

“Mhmmm… I will do the same! I will use my spies! Ahhh! The entire harem will belong to you!” Consort Shu added desperately, terrified of losing his favor.

“Excellent,” Alaric growled.

He pulled Consort Xian up from the floor, transitioning seamlessly into the Suspended Lotus. He sat down on his makeshift throne, pulling the tall, voluptuous Consort straddling onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. He grabbed her massive, heavy breasts, squeezing them together to bury his face in her deep, sweaty cleavage, inhaling her mature, intoxicating scent.

He fucked her roughly, bouncing her heavy body up and down on his thick shaft. He bit the soft skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave dark, blossoming bruises, while thrusting so quickly and aggressively that the Imperial Consort was thrown into a continuous, rolling loop of paralyzing orgasms.

“Ohhh! Ahhh! I’m cumming! Mnnn! Master! Yesss!” Consort Xian screamed, her inner walls crushing him with terrifying, desperate strength, perfectly content to exist as nothing more than his eternal, devoted slut.

While the interior of the primary tent descended further into absolute, inescapable depravity, the atmosphere outside in the temporary encampment was electric with a completely different kind of energy.

The perimeter wards hummed as Feng Xiao, the Flame King, finally emerged from the dense, misty tree line of the Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest.

He did not return empty-handed.

Following closely behind him, hovering in the air supported by thick tethers of his profound Flame Qi, were the massive, terrifying corpses of a dozen high-tier beasts. The sheer, overwhelming aura radiating from the dead monsters caused the elite Imperial Guards stationed around the camp to visibly stiffen in awe and apprehension.

Feng Xiao’s plain blue robes were torn and stained with dark, corrosive beast blood, but his eyes burned with an intense, triumphant fire. His soul cultivation radiated a sharp, incredibly dense pressure. The hunt had been an absolute, monumental success.

He directed the floating corpses toward the center of the camp, gently lowering them onto the cleared profound-stone ground.

The centerpiece of his haul was a creature of absolute nightmare. It was a Golden-Horned Thunder Ape, a massive beast standing thirty feet tall, its fur crackling with residual, volatile lightning.

“Heavens above…” Commander Jin breathed, stepping forward, his Half-Step Martial Emperor instincts flaring as he inspected the ape. “Alchemist Feng… is this…?”

“It is,” Feng Xiao nodded, a proud, satisfied smile crossing his stoic features. “It is a Beast King in terms of its current cultivation realm. However, it possesses the dormant, incredibly pure bloodline of an ancient Beast Emperor. The concentration of Lightning and Yang Qi within its marrow is staggering. It is a sovereign-level existence among its peers.”

Feng Xiao gestured to the other massive corpses—a Nine-Tailed Lava Serpent, an Earth-Rending Obsidian Bear, and a flock of Void-Piercing Falcons.

“The harvest is bountiful,” Feng Xiao explained, his voice carrying the calm, absolute confidence of a protagonist who had just conquered a major trial. “The inner core of the Thunder Ape alone contains enough pure, elemental essence to catalyze the refinement of several peak-quality Seventh Grade Pills. specifically, the ‘Heavenly Thunder-Marrow Pellet’. Such a pill would not only cleanse the meridians of impurities but could physically temper the body of a Martial King, rendering their flesh highly resistant to physical trauma and elemental attacks. The blood and bones of the Lava Serpent can be refined into elixirs to drastically enhance the foundational strength of one’s physique.”

He looked toward the massive, golden primary tent, his heart beating faster. He desperately wanted to show these treasures to Gu Ling. He wanted to prove to the Imperial Consorts and Princesses that his worth extended far beyond mere alchemy—that his martial prowess and ability to secure legendary resources made him a peerless asset.

“Commander,” Feng Xiao spoke, turning to the veteran guard. “Please inform Imperial Consort Shu, Imperial Consort Xian, Princess Huang Hua, and Princess Huang Mei that I have returned. I wish to present these bounties to them, and I also wish to speak with Gu Ling.”

Commander Jin’s stoic face tightened imperceptibly. He bowed respectfully, remembering the strict, absolute orders he had received from the Imperial Women.

“I apologize, Alchemist Feng,” Commander Jin stated, his tone firm but deferential. “But I cannot fulfill your request at this time.”

Feng Xiao frowned slightly, his triumphant mood dimming. “Why not? Are they unwell?”

“No, sir. However, Imperial Consort Shu, Imperial Consort Xian, the Princesses, and the Heiresses, along with Master Alaric, are currently sequestered within the primary pavilion,” Commander Jin explained smoothly, reciting the official narrative. “They are engaged in a very serious, highly classified discussion regarding an incredibly important topic.”

“A discussion?” Feng Xiao pressed, glancing at the sealed flaps of the golden tent. “About what?”

“It is related to the unprovoked, catastrophic attack by the Half-Step Beast Emperor clan in the northern region,” the Commander elaborated. “The Storm-Winged Void Gryphon Matriarch nearly killed the Imperial Consorts and the Princess. The royal women are currently debating the political and martial ramifications of this assault, and determining how the Celestial Dragon Empire should respond to such a formidable beast clan. They issued absolute, uncompromising orders that they are not to be disturbed under any circumstances until the summit is concluded.”

Feng Xiao exhaled a slow, disappointed breath. The reasoning was flawless. An unprovoked attack by a Half-Step Beast Emperor on the Emperor’s wives was a matter of supreme state security. It made perfect sense that they would be locked in a tense, strategic summit to plan their retaliation.

“I understand, Commander,” Feng Xiao nodded, masking his frustration. “I shall wait. Please inform them of my return when their discussion concludes.”

“I will, sir,” Commander Jin bowed.

Feng Xiao retreated to his own designated area of the camp, sitting in a lotus position to meditate and refine the residual beast energies in his body, entirely unaware that the ‘serious political discussion’ happening inside the golden tent involved the Imperial Women aggressively bouncing on Alaric’s massive dick and begging to swallow his semen.

The hours dragged on. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the encampment into deep, flickering torchlight.

Inside the primary tent, the absolute, relentless debauchery continued unabated. Alaric did not stop for a single moment, utilizing his boundless stamina to thoroughly, systematically wreck the bodies and minds of the six women. He moved from Consort Xian to Gu Ling, pounding the Heiress of the Gu Clan from behind while Ling Ying sucked his testicles. He flipped Princess Huang Mei onto her back, thrusting deep into her tight core while Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua eagerly licked the sweat from his muscular chest.

“Ahhh! Master… Mnnn… yes!” Gu Ling whimpered, her face pressed into the cushions, her pristine aura completely destroyed as she took his cock to the hilt.

It was only when the midnight bells would have tolled in the distant capital that Alaric finally decided to call a halt to the apocalyptic orgy.

He pulled out of Princess Huang Mei with a loud pop, releasing a final, massive load of his seed across her flat, toned stomach. He stood up, stretching his broad shoulders, looking down at the tangled, completely exhausted heap of naked, beautiful women.

“We must conclude our… summit,” Alaric smirked darkly. “We still have a facade to maintain. I must keep this delightful arrangement concealed from your guards for a little while longer. If we stay locked in here for another day, even the stoic Commander Jin might grow suspicious.”

The women groaned in collective, exhausted protest, their bodies aching and throbbing with unfulfilled need the moment his cock left their vicinity.

“Mhnmm… Master, please… just a little longer… ohhh…” Consort Shu whined, reaching out weakly to trace his ankle.

“Patience, my sluts,” Alaric commanded, waving his hand to cast a series of precise Cleansing Zephyr spells. The magic swept over their bodies, evaporating the sweat and the superficial fluids, but it deliberately did not remove the massive volumes of semen pooling in their mouths, their pussies, and the sticky residue he had sprayed across their large breasts.

“Dress yourselves,” Alaric ordered, pulling on his own dark trousers and tunic. “Return to your own tents. And remember… act naturally.”

The women slowly, painfully pulled themselves up from the ruined carpets. Their legs trembled violently. Their voices were incredibly hoarse from hours of screaming and moaning. They donned their elegant, high-collared hunting dresses, carefully ensuring the thick silk hid the myriad of dark purple bite marks and bruises that covered their voluptuous bodies.

As the heavy flaps of the primary tent finally parted, Feng Xiao, who had been maintaining a light meditative vigil, immediately opened his eyes.

He stood up, brushing the dust from his blue robes, and walked briskly toward the center of the camp. He watched as the Imperial Consorts and Princesses emerged, flanked by Gu Ling and Ling Ying, with Alaric trailing casually behind them.

Feng Xiao immediately sought out Gu Ling.

As she stepped into the torchlight, his heart clenched. Gu Ling looked incredibly, profoundly exhausted. Her usually flawless, pristine posture was slightly slouched. Her legs seemed incredibly weak, her steps unusually careful and slow, as if her thighs were chafing against each other. She had an absent-minded, deeply glazed look in her ethereal eyes, staring blankly ahead.

“Ling’er,” Feng Xiao called out softly, hurrying to her side.

Gu Ling flinched slightly, her gaze snapping toward him. For a fraction of a second, a flash of profound guilt and deep, sickening shame crossed her beautiful features. Beneath her high-collared lavender silk, her massive breasts were aching, sticky with Alaric’s cum. Her inner walls were still involuntarily twitching, completely swollen from hours of brutal pounding.

But the heavy, iron-clad commands of her Master resonated in her corrupted mind. Alaric had explicitly told her to maintain her relationship with the Flame King. She had to act normal. She had to harvest him for his treasures.

“Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling replied, her voice incredibly hoarse, barely above a raspy whisper. “You have returned.”

“Ling’er, your voice… you sound terrible. And you look so weak,” Feng Xiao noted, his brow furrowing in deep concern. He reached out to gently touch her arm, but she subtly, smoothly stepped back, avoiding his contact. “Was the summit that exhausting?”

“It was… Mnnn… incredibly draining,” Gu Ling managed to say, clearing her throat to hide the erotic hitch in her breath. “The discussions were intense. We had to formulate a strategy against the Half-Step Beast Emperor. I am just… deeply fatigued.”

“I understand,” Feng Xiao smiled warmly, wanting to lift her spirits. He gestured proudly toward the massive pile of beast corpses resting in the center of the camp. “Look, Ling’er. I have hunted the Beast Kings of this forest. That is a Golden-Horned Thunder Ape. It possesses a sovereign-grade bloodline. With its inner core, I can concoct the ‘Heavenly Thunder-Marrow Pellet’ for you. It will drastically enhance your physical strength and solidify your new Late-Stage Martial King foundation.”

Gu Ling looked at the massive, terrifying beast corpses. Honestly, she wasn’t in the mood to listen to Feng Xiao’s boasts. Her pussy was throbbing, her mind was echoing with Alaric’s dark commands, and the mundane reality of hunting beasts seemed incredibly dull compared to the apocalyptic pleasure she had just experienced in the tent.

However, her Master’s orders were absolute. ‘Listen to him. Flatter him. Acquire his rare treasures and any Heavenly Flame he might offer.’

Gu Ling forced a bright, seemingly impressed smile onto her exhausted face.

“That is… truly magnificent, Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling praised him, infusing her hoarse voice with fabricated awe. “A sovereign-grade bloodline? You are incredibly brave to face such a monster alone. The ‘Heavenly Thunder-Marrow Pellet’ would be a miraculous boon to my cultivation. You are always thinking of my advancement.”

Feng Xiao puffed out his chest slightly, his pride swelling at her words. “It is my duty to ensure you have the resources you need, Ling’er. I also harvested the blood of the Nine-Tailed Lava Serpent. I know you cultivate a neutral aura, but the extreme Yang properties of the serpent’s blood can be refined to perfectly balance any lingering Yin stagnation in your meridians.”

Gu Ling suppressed a shudder at the mention of ‘Yang properties’. She currently had enough concentrated Archmage Yang energy swimming in her womb to balance a thousand cultivators.

“I… I would be honored to accept such priceless gifts, Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling bowed her head gracefully. “Your alchemical skills are unmatched. But please, keep some of the cores for your own advancement. You must be strong if you are to face the Gu Clan elders.”

“I will share everything with you,” Feng Xiao promised earnestly, his eyes filled with unwavering love. “But for now, you must rest. You look as though you might collapse.”

“I am in desperate need of meditation,” Gu Ling agreed readily, eager to escape his presence before her guilt overwhelmed her, or worse, before her body betrayed her arousal. “Goodnight, Brother Xiao.”

“Rest well, my Ling’er,” Feng Xiao smiled, watching her slowly, carefully make her way to her own private tent. He felt a deep surge of protective affection, completely unaware that she was walking away with another man’s seed leaking into her undergarments.

The next morning, the encampment was bustling with activity as the guards prepared the golden carriages for departure.

Feng Xiao stood in the center of the camp, eagerly waiting to officially present his monumental hunt to the Imperial Consorts and Princesses, intending to leverage the rare beast cores to further enhance his standing before they arrived at the Third Prince’s faction.

Imperial Consort Shu and Imperial Consort Xian emerged from their respective tents, flanked by Princess Huang Mei and Princess Huang Hua. They looked immaculate, their elegant silks flawless, their expressions masks of haughty, unapproachable imperial dignity.

“Esteemed Consorts, Princesses,” Feng Xiao greeted them, bowing deeply. He gestured to the massive pile of beast corpses. “I present to you the apex predators of the Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest. The Golden-Horned Thunder Ape and the Nine-Tailed Lava Serpent. I offer their cores to the Imperial Family as a token of my profound respect.”

Under normal circumstances, the Imperial Women would have been thrilled. A sovereign-grade beast core was a priceless treasure that could shift the balance of power within their respective factions.

But their minds were entirely, comprehensively corrupted. They were completely uninterested in beast cores, alchemy, or political maneuvering. Their thoughts were singularly, obsessively focused on how quickly they could finish their mundane tasks and return to Alaric to help their Master conquer more members of the Emperor’s harem.

Imperial Consort Shu looked at the massive ape corpse with absolute, chilling indifference.

“Your martial prowess is commendable, Alchemist Feng,” Consort Shu stated calmly, her melodic voice devoid of any genuine excitement. “However, the circumstances of our journey have drastically altered.”

Feng Xiao frowned, a sudden unease settling in his gut. “Altered, Imperial Consort?”

Imperial Consort Xian stepped forward, her crimson robes rustling. “Indeed. The unprovoked, catastrophic attack by the Storm-Winged Void Gryphon matriarch—a Half-Step Beast Emperor—upon the us is an act of war that cannot be ignored. We cannot simply continue our leisurely journey to the Third Prince’s faction.”

“We must return to the primary Imperial Palace in the capital immediately,” Princess Huang Mei added, her voice crisp and authoritative. “We must formally inform our Imperial Father, Emperor Huang Long, of this dire threat. The Imperial Vanguard must be mobilized to deal with this Half-Step Beast Emperor before it can breach the forest borders and harm the empire’s populace.”

“Therefore,” Princess Huang Hua concluded, her fan snapping shut, “Imperial Consort Shu, Imperial Consort Xian, Princess Huang Mei, and myself will be taking our leave from this group. We are returning directly to the Inner Palace.”

Feng Xiao stared at them, completely stunned. They were abandoning the recruitment entirely. They weren’t even going to attempt to bring him to the Third Prince. He didn’t want to break off his relations with them openly, as offending the entire Imperial Harem was suicide, but the sudden shift was incredibly jarring.

“I… I understand the gravity of the situation, Your Highnesses,” Feng Xiao bowed, masking his immense disappointment. “Your Highness’s security must always take precedence. I shall proceed to the Third Prince’s faction as planned, to honor the invitations previously extended.”

“We wish you safe travels, Alchemist,” Consort Shu nodded dismissively, turning her back on the protagonist without a second thought. The Imperial Women immediately began ordering their guards to prepare their specific carriages for the flight to the capital.

Feng Xiao turned toward Gu Ling, hoping that at least he would have the comfort of her presence during the journey to the Third Prince’s estate.

But as the Imperial Women walked away, Gu Ling stepped forward, her ethereal eyes fixed on a point just past his shoulder.

“Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling spoke softly, her voice still raspy. “I… I must also alter my plans. I cannot accompany you to the Third Prince’s faction.”

Feng Xiao felt as though the ground had dropped out from beneath him. “Ling’er? Why? We were supposed to face the court together.”

“My clan requires my presence,” Gu Ling lied smoothly, the excuse flowing easily from her lips. “I must return to the Gu Clan’s isolated domain immediately. I need to enter deep, secluded meditation to focus on my training. The next grand ceremony is approaching in a few years, and my divine-grade Gu Clan bloodline will soon be awakened. I must be completely, utterly prepared for the trials, or I risk harming my potential.”

“But… the capital is vast. I could secure a secluded training ground for you there,” Feng Xiao offered desperately.

“The ambient Qi of the capital is too chaotic,” Gu Ling shook her head gently. “I must return to my ancestral roots. I am sorry, Brother Xiao.”

Feng Xiao swallowed the bitter lump in his throat. He couldn’t argue with her cultivation needs. Her divine bloodline was the very reason her elders were so protective. “I understand, Ling’er. Your foundation is paramount.”

He looked toward Ling Ying, hoping the final member of their original group would remain.

“Do not look at me, Alchemist,” Ling Ying stated coolly, adjusting the collar of her emerald tunic. “I am accompanying Alaric to the primary Imperial Capital. He wishes to see and explore the grand city, and as his beloved, it is my duty to guide him.”

Feng Xiao’s jaw tightened. He was being completely abandoned. He had to go alone to the Third Prince’s faction, facing the treacherous political waters without a single ally or familiar face. He didn’t mind the political isolation much—he was a protagonist used to standing alone against the world—but he was deeply, profoundly disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to spend time with Gu Ling. He kept his silence, not wanting to make things difficult for her or seem incredibly needy.

“I wish you all the best, then,” Feng Xiao managed a strained smile.

Well, Gu Ling didn’t leave him completely empty-handed or utterly devastated. She reached into her spatial ring and pulled out a sleek, rectangular object made of smooth, black polished metal and glass.

“Do not look so despairing, Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling offered a soft, comforting smile, stepping closer to hand him the object. “Take this.”

Feng Xiao took the rectangular slab, turning it over in his hands. “What is this artifact?”

“It is a ‘Smartphone’,” Gu Ling explained, utilizing the terminology Alaric had taught her. “It is an incredibly rare, highly advanced communication artifact that I acquired through trade from overseas, specifically from a small, isolated territory known as the Jorailian Kingdom. Alaric’s own family, the Steele Dukedom, is responsible for mass-producing them.”

“A communication artifact?” Feng Xiao frowned, sensing no traditional array formations etched into the glass.

“It is vastly superior to our standard transmission jades,” Gu Ling promised, tapping the sleek glass screen. It instantly illuminated with a soft, glowing light, displaying strange, colorful icons. “You can contact me using this artifact instantaneously, regardless of distance or ambient spatial interference. My specific resonance ‘number’ is already inscribed within it. If you learn to channel a minuscule sliver of your soul power into the interface, we can even talk face-to-face. The artifact projects a real-time, visual illusion of the speaker.”

Feng Xiao’s eyes widened in genuine awe. A communication device that allowed for real-time visual projection over vast distances without requiring massive, stationary array formations was a technological marvel that completely defied the Celestial Dragon Empire’s understanding of artificing.

“This is incredible, Ling’er,” Feng Xiao breathed, clutching the Smartphone tightly. The disappointment of their separation lessened significantly. With this, he could see her beautiful face every single night, no matter how far apart they were. “I will treasure it. I will learn to use it immediately.”

“Please do,” Gu Ling smiled, though a dark, shameful knot twisted in her stomach. She knew exactly what Alaric intended to use the visual communication feature for in the future, and it filled her with both terror and sick anticipation.

They all did not split up immediately. The logistical preparations required one final day. They planned to spend the night in the temporary camp and leave in their respective, divergent directions at first light early the next morning.

That night, the camp was quiet, the guards vigilant.

Feng Xiao sat in his own tent, studying the glowing screen of the Smartphone, his heart filled with determination. He decided he wanted to see Gu Ling one last time before they parted ways for months. He stood up, smoothing his blue robes, and walked through the silent camp toward Gu Ling’s private tent.

Inside Gu Ling’s tent, the reality was a stark, horrifying contrast to the protagonist’s romantic hopes.

The pristine Heiress of the Gu Clan was completely naked, bent sharply over a small wooden table. Alaric was standing right behind her, his hands aggressively grabbing her massive, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh ruthlessly while he drove his massive, rock-hard erection deep into her dripping, sloppy pussy with brutal, relentless force.

“MHHMmm! Ahhh! Master… yesss… fuck me… OOHHH!” Gu Ling moaned loudly, her voice entirely unfiltered, her hips actively bucking backward to meet his devastating thrusts.

Outside, Feng Xiao approached the heavy silk flaps of the tent. He raised his hand to announce his presence.

“Ling’er?” Feng Xiao called out softly into the quiet night. “Are you awake? It’s your Brother Xiao.”

Inside, Gu Ling’s eyes shot wide open in absolute, paralyzing panic. Her breath caught in her throat.

Alaric did not stop. A wicked, demonic smile spread across his face. He wrapped his hand tightly over Gu Ling’s mouth, muffling her screams, and drove his hips forward with a brutal, echoing slap of flesh, burying himself to the hilt while her beloved waited just inches away on the other side of the thin silk fabric.