Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 480: Behind the Silk Screen at Iron-Blood Pass

General Bao pulled hard on the reins of his armored warhorse, bringing his two hundred Iron-Blood cavalrymen to a clattering halt in the middle of Red-Pine Canyon.

He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a square, weather-beaten face, a thick black beard, and a jagged old scar running across his left cheek. Dressed in heavy black iron plate armor, he looked every inch the fierce, battle-hardened frontier commander who lived for war and the Emperor’s decrees.

Yet as General Bao stared at the thirty Blood Lotus ambushers lying dead or crippled across the canyon road—including a headless Early-Stage Martial King and another Martial King pinned inside a bizarre cage of black stone—his scarred jaw dropped slightly in astonishment.

Sheathing her golden longsword with a smooth, unhurried motion, Lyra stepped back beside the carriage door alongside Cassandra, while Kara and Ulriya floated gracefully down from the carriage roof with a whisper of wind magic. Beneath their silk face-veils, none of the four women was even breathing hard.

The door of the gilded carriage opened, and Guildmaster Lin Ruoli stepped out onto the mounting block, assisted by the steady hand of her gray-robed physician-steward, Alaric.

“Ruoli!” General Bao leaped down from his warhorse, his heavy armor clanking as he strode hurriedly across the stone road toward his wife, his fierce eyes softening with clumsy, heartfelt relief. “Are you unharmed, my love? My scouts at the pass felt an array fluctuation in the canyon and I rode out immediately!”

“I am completely unharmed, Husband,” Lin Ruoli replied with a calm, dignified smile, allowing General Bao to briefly clasp her hands while standing a polite half-step in front of Alaric. “A remnant band of Blood Lotus mercenaries tried to block the road, but my four new personal guards disposed of them before they could even scratch the carriage paint.”

General Bao looked with open awe at Lyra, Cassandra, Kara, and Ulriya.

“Remarkable!” General Bao boomed approvingly. “Two Martial Kings and two masters of strange elemental arts! With the Jade Serpent Guild’s wealth growing so fast, I am glad you hired such formidable female protectors to guard you on the road!”

His gaze passed briefly over Alaric standing quietly behind Lin Ruoli’s left shoulder holding a medical case and a stack of guild ledgers. Sensing only a weak, harmless scholar-physician aura from the young man, General Bao barely gave him a second look, merely nodding once. “And this is your traveling steward?”

“Yes, Husband,” Lin Ruoli said smoothly, her heart beating with a dark, secret thrill as she thought of how this humble “steward” had folded her legs behind her ears in Azure Fall City the day before. “This is Steward Alaric. He manages my personal health draughts and my private caravan accounts.”

“Good, good! Have my men bind the surviving bandits for interrogation and clear the road!” General Bao ordered his cavalry captains with a wave of his gauntlet, before turning back to Lin Ruoli with a warm grin. “Come, my dear wife! The kitchens at Iron-Blood Pass have prepared a feast for your arrival!”

Twenty minutes later, the carriages rolled through the thirty-foot-tall iron gates of Iron-Blood Pass—the massive fortress locking the central mountain pass between Cloud-Mist Province and the capital plains, where two hundred thousand Imperial Vanguard troops were quartered across the surrounding valley camps.

Inside the towering central command keep of the fortress, General Bao dismissed all his male orderlies and personal guards at the outer courtyard doors so they wouldn’t disturb his long-awaited private evening with his wife.

Only Alaric, Lyra, Cassandra, Kara, and Ulriya were permitted into the inner residence wing as Lin Ruoli’s personal attendants, taking up quiet positions in the adjoining antechamber while General Bao led Lin Ruoli into his spacious, lantern-lit master suite.

The master suite was divided into two halves by a wide, carved wooden frame hung with a thin, translucent white silk screen painted with mountain pines.

In the front half of the room sat a low rosewood banquet table surrounded by cushioned chairs, a rack of General Bao’s ceremonial armor, and his heavy iron-wood command desk—where his prized Imperial Vanguard Tiger-Seal and locked leather cases of classified military deployment charts rested under a fifth-tier alarm ward. In the rear half of the room, just ten feet behind the thin silk screen, sat a wide bed decorated with fresh white orchids and red silk sheets, along with a long velvet couch facing the screen.

“Look, Ruoli,” General Bao said proudly, gesturing toward the fresh white orchids around the room as he unbuckled his heavy outer breastplate and sat down at the rosewood banquet table. “I had the riders bring these orchids all the way from the southern valley this morning. We have been apart for months while I was policing those two warlords, Long Chen and Qin Wu, and you were handling the northern trade routes.”

Sitting across the low table from her scarred, beaming husband in her tight emerald-black cheongsam, Lin Ruoli looked at him with cold, clinical detachment beneath her warm smile.

“You went to great trouble, Husband,” Lin Ruoli said softly, picking up a porcelain flagon of hundred-year spirit wine from the tray that Steward Alaric had carried into the room a moment earlier. “Tell me—why was His Majesty in such a hurry for you to bring me to the Inner Palace?”

General Bao’s chest puffed out with naive, rock-solid pride as he accepted the jade wine cup from her slender hands.

“Because His Majesty values our family above all the court ministers!” General Bao declared fervently, draining the first cup of fragrant wine in a single gulp and holding it out for a refill. “When I spoke with His Majesty in the palace before marching here, he praised your beauty and your mercantile brilliance continuously! He told me that I should guard the central passes with all my life, and that he would personally host you inside his private inner chambers in the capital to discuss how the Jade Serpent Guild can serve him directly!”

Hearing her husband brag with shining eyes about how Emperor Huang Long wanted to host her inside his “private inner chambers” while Bao stayed out here guarding the passes, the last microscopic speck of pity or marital guilt that had ever existed in Lin Ruoli’s heart evaporated into nothingness.

‘You blind, pathetic fool,’ Lin Ruoli thought, her smile never wavering as she poured him a second cup, and then a third cup from the flagon Alaric had prepared. ‘Your beloved Emperor raped me at the conclave while you stood outside like a watchdog, and now you want to march me right back into his bed while thanking him for the honor. Tonight, you are going to get the exact reward your loyalty deserves.’

“Drink one more cup to His Majesty’s generosity, Husband,” Lin Ruoli purred sweetly, lifting her own water-filled cup in a toast.

“To His Majesty—and to my virtuous wife!” General Bao laughed heartily, tossing back the third cup of wine.

Less than ten breaths after the third cup touched his stomach, the colorless, odorless alchemical slumber draught distilled by Alaric took hold of General Bao’s bloodstream and nervous system.

General Bao blinked his heavy eyes twice, his scarred face suddenly slackening. “Strange… this hundred-year wine is remarkably strong tonight, Ruoli… my eyelids feel like iron…”

Before he could even push himself up from his cushion, the burly Iron-Blood Demon slumped forward, resting his bearded cheek peacefully on his folded arms atop the rosewood banquet table in a dead, dreamless stupor!

Instantly, the side door to the antechamber glided open without a sound.

Alaric walked casually into the master suite, followed closely by Lyra, Cassandra, Kara, and Ulriya, who pulled off their silk face-veils and closed the heavy outer doors behind them.

With a flick of his wrist, Alaric cast two silent spells over the chamber:

“Sound-Severing Void Ward!”

“Dreamwalker: Endless Marital Mirage!”

A thread of shimmering violet-gold mental mana sank from Alaric’s fingertip straight into the sleeping General Bao’s forehead. Instantly, the grim warrior’s sleeping face relaxed into a blissful, foolish smile as his mind was locked inside a vivid twelve-hour dream where he was drinking wine and spending a tender night with his wife—making it completely impossible for any physical sound, vibration, or spiritual ripple in the waking world to wake him before morning!

“Kara, Ulriya,” Alaric instructed calmly, gesturing toward the iron-wood command desk ten feet away. “Use the bypass runes I taught you to open his fifth-tier desk ward. Make an exact spatial imprint of his Imperial Vanguard Tiger-Seal and copy every deployment chart, supply ledger, and officer roster for his two hundred thousand soldiers.”

“Yes, Master!” Kara and Ulriya bowed eagerly, hurrying over to the general’s desk and pulling out blank jade slips and runic imprint plates as their Grand Mage mana bypassed the desk’s alarm array without triggering a single spark.

Meanwhile, Alaric walked up behind the rosewood banquet table—stopping right beside General Bao’s slumped, snoring head—and looked down at Guildmaster Lin Ruoli with burning ruby eyes.

Just three feet away from her sleeping husband’s head, Lin Ruoli rose from her chair and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of Alaric, her chest heaving with dark, electric excitement as she looked up at her true Master.

“He wanted to bring me here to celebrate our marriage before handing me over to Huang Long, Master,” Lin Ruoli whispered breathily, her trembling hands reaching up to unbuckle Alaric’s belt while Lyra and Cassandra walked over on either side, already slipping out of their velvet traveling robes to reveal their naked, voluptuous blonde bodies in the lantern light. “Please, Master… take me right here in front of my husband!”

Alaric’s lips curved into a cold, possessive grin. Reaching down, he gripped the high collar of Lin Ruoli’s emerald-black silk cheongsam with both hands and tore the expensive garment straight down the middle!

*RIIIIIP!*

Silk buttons scattered across the polished floor—several bouncing right off General Bao’s armored boot—as the torn emerald dress fell away, exposing Lin Ruoli’s breathtaking, porcelain-fair body in all its mature glory.

Her breasts were massive, heavy, and round, swaying with a lush, hypnotic fullness as her dark-pink nipples stiffened instantly in the warm air of her husband’s bedchamber, while below her narrow waist, her wide, fertile hips and long, shapely legs gleamed like smooth ivory.

Alaric didn’t take her behind the screen to the bed first.

Instead, he grabbed Lin Ruoli by her curvy hips, lifted her effortlessly off her knees, and bent her bare torso right over the edge of the rosewood banquet table—less than two feet away from where her husband General Bao’s sleeping head rested on his folded arms!

“Lyra, Cassandra,” Alaric murmured as he freed his thick, nine-inch shaft and brushed the flared head against Lin Ruoli’s soaking-wet, trembling pink folds. “Make sure the General’s wife doesn’t knock over the wine flagon.”

“With pleasure,” Cassandra purred, stepping up naked beside the banquet table and pressing her own massive breasts against Lin Ruoli’s bare back while gripping Lin Ruoli’s wrists, as Lyra sat naked on the edge of the table right between General Bao’s sleeping shoulder and Lin Ruoli’s flushed face—pulling Lin Ruoli’s chin up into a deep, sensual kiss while Alaric slammed his hips forward and buried all nine scorching inches of his cock straight to the hilt inside the General’s wife!

*SCHLUCK—SMACK!*

“Mmmmph—AAAAHHH!”

Lin Ruoli’s muffled scream vibrated directly into Lyra’s kissing mouth as her eyes flew wide open, staring straight across the surface of the rosewood table at her husband’s sleeping, smiling face only twenty inches away while another man’s colossal shaft stretched her inner walls to the absolute limit from behind!

Every powerful, ruthless thrust of Alaric’s hips shook the solid rosewood banquet table—making the jade wine cups clink softly right beside General Bao’s ear and sending loud, wet slaps of skin against skin echoing across the warded suite!

“Oh Gods… Master… Alaric!” Lin Ruoli gasped as soon as Lyra released her lips, her fingernails scraping across the polished wood inches from her husband’s armored gauntlet as her massive breasts flattened and slid back and forth across the tabletop. “Right in front of him… You’re fucking me right on my husband’s table… Harder! Fill me right next to his head!”

The sheer, taboo depravity of being taken so brutally right under the nose of her iron-blooded husband—who was mumbling happily in his sleep about how virtuous she was—drove Lin Ruoli’s arousal to a blinding fever pitch.

Her mature, experienced inner passage clamped down around Alaric’s pounding length like a velvety vise, gushing hot, slippery nectar down her trembling thighs and onto the carpet beside General Bao’s boots as she climaxed violently within the first five minutes!

After pounding a thick, scalding load of his seed deep into Lin Ruoli’s convulsing womb right over the banquet table, Alaric lifted her up in his arms—her fair skin slick with sweat and his cum trickling down her inner thighs—and carried her ten feet back to the wide velvet couch and the orchid-draped marital bed just behind the thin, translucent white silk screen.

While Kara and Ulriya finished copying the last of General Bao’s military ledgers at the desk and then stripped off their battle-maid uniforms to join them behind the screen, Alaric spent the next six hours rotating endlessly between Lin Ruoli, Lyra, Cassandra, Kara, and Ulriya right on General Bao’s orchid-strewn marriage bed!

At the peak of the night, Alaric stood behind the translucent white silk screen holding Lin Ruoli’s wide, naked hips from behind—pressing her massive, sweat-slicked breasts and flushed face flat against the thin white silk fabric so she was looking directly through the gauze at her sleeping husband ten feet away, while Lyra and Cassandra knelt on either side kissing her neck and pinching her stiff nipples, and Alaric hammered load after heavy load of his potent Yang essence into her womb until the white orchids around her husband’s bed were soaked with the scent of their debauchery!

When the first gray light of dawn touched the mountain peaks outside Iron-Blood Pass, Alaric cast a quick Cleansing Zephyr over the banquet table and dressed Lin Ruoli in a fresh, identical emerald-black cheongsam—leaving her womb brimming and warm with five consecutive loads of his seed sealed inside her—while he, Lyra, Cassandra, Kara, and Ulriya stepped quietly back into the antechamber with the duplicated Imperial Vanguard Tiger-Seal and troop ciphers safely stored in his spatial ring.

As Alaric snapped his fingers and lifted the Dreamwalker spell, General Bao stirred at the banquet table, sitting up and rubbing his eyes before looking at his radiant, glowing wife sitting across from him with a cup of warm morning tea.

“Ah, Ruoli… forgive me, I must have drunk too much wine and dozed off after our night together!” General Bao laughed sheepishly, looking at her flushed cheeks and the satisfied, languid glow in her eyes with proud masculine satisfaction. “Look how radiant your complexion is this morning! Clearly our marital reunion agreed with you!”

“It was a night I will remember for the rest of my life, Husband,” Lin Ruoli smiled sweetly, taking a delicate sip of her tea while feeling Alaric’s warm seed shifting heavy and full deep inside her belly. “Take a few more days here at the pass to finish organizing your troops before we travel toward the capital. My steward and my guards will keep me good company while we wait.”