Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 489: Stripping the Assassin and the Alchemist

The sharp sound of tearing silk echoed across the sealed subterranean vault beneath Jade-River Pavilion, bouncing off the rows of iron treasure chests and glowing white quartz walls.

Pinned face-down side by side across the wide, crimson-velvet-draped audit table, Consort Mei and Consort Lan gasped in shock as the cool underground air hit their bare backs and freshly exposed buttocks.

Alaric stood calmly behind the table, dropping the torn strips of dark-plum silk and violet orchid brocade onto the polished stone floor beside his boots.

With the three-foot-thick profound-steel vault door bolted from the inside and his own spatial and sound-severing wards layered into the eighth-tier royal barrier, the underground chamber was completely cut off from the world above. Up in the rainy courtyard at the top of the stairs, Mei Aoxue’s four Half-Step Martial Emperor Inner Shadow Guards stood fifty paces back in the drizzle alongside Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, and Commander Jin, dutifully obeying Mei Aoxue’s strict order not to let a single soul near the stairwell.

Here inside the glowing vault, however, the two proud wives Emperor Huang Long had sent to arrest everyone were completely helpless.

Alaric’s arcane seals had locked down the core energy centers beneath their navels and collarbones, leaving both women with only their natural physical strength as Noble Consort Cui Yulan and Imperial Consort Xian Zhao Mengxue held their ankles from the sides, while Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu and Imperial Consort Shu Su Xinyue leaned down by their shoulders.

Even bound and stripped from the back, the two new Imperial Consorts possessed figures that made the crystal light of the vault seem warmer.

On the left half of the crimson velvet table lay Consort Mei, Mei Aoxue.

As the secret commander of the Emperor’s female Shadow-Plum Assassins and a Late-Stage Martial King, her long-lived cultivation had kept her body in the prime of mature, lethal allure. Her skin was blindingly pale, smooth as snow-jade, and across her slender lower back just above the swell of her hips sat an intricate, dark-crimson tattoo of a blooming winter plum branch.

Below that narrow, toned waist, her hips flared out wide and sensual, shaping a pair of remarkably full, firm, rounded buttocks that strained upward as she twisted furiously against the velvet cloth. When she struggled, the heavy, pale globes of her massive breasts—still half-caught in the front straps of her ruined plum-colored bodice—mashed and rolled against the tabletop beneath her chest.

Right beside her on the right half of the table lay Consort Lan, Lan Caihe.

Compared to Mei Aoxue’s taut, athletic curves, the Mid-Stage Martial King royal alchemist was a feast of soft, pampered, overflowing abundance. Her fair skin carried a warm, creamy glow scented with hundred-year sky-orchids, and her waist was soft and supple before curving out into enormously wide, fertile hips and a lush, pillowy, peach-shaped rear that still jiggled with crimson ripples from the slap Alaric had just given her. Beneath her torso, her breasts were truly colossal—even heavier than Su Xinyue’s—spilling out sideways across the crimson velvet like twin mounds of warm snow.

“Take your filthy hands off me, you dead man!” Mei Aoxue snarled, craning her swan-like neck back over her bare shoulder to glare at Alaric with cold, murderous eyes while her long, pale legs strained against Cui Yulan’s grip. “I am Consort Mei of the Inner Palace! Every shadow guard in the central provinces reports to my token! If Sister Lan and I do not walk out of this vault by dawn, my four Half-Step Martial Emperor guards upstairs will tear those steel doors off their hinges and skin every single one of you alive!”

Beside her, Lan Caihe was far less eager to die for her pride.

Feeling the terrifying, suffocating heat of Alaric’s bare palm resting heavily atop the soft curve of her naked left buttock, the voluptuous alchemist trembled and turned her sultry, round face toward Yan Ruyu and Lin Ruoli, her berry-red lips parting in a breathless plea.

“Sister Ruyu! Guildmaster Lin! Let us talk this through calmly!” Lan Caihe stammered, her sleepy bedroom eyes wide with panic as she felt the front of her ruined violet bodice slipping looser beneath her massive chest. “Breaking the logistics seal and arresting Guildmaster Lin was all His Majesty’s idea—and Sister Mei was the one who insisted on using the poison mist! I only came along to audit the pill chests! If you let me go, I will give you all three hundred thousand spirit stones in this vault and tell His Majesty that the books were spotless!”

” Sister Lan! Shut your mouth!” Mei Aoxue snapped furiously at her companion. “Have you no spine at all?! They are rebels and traitors!”

Walking slowly around the side of the crimson velvet audit table, Guildmaster Lin Ruoli stopped right in front of Mei Aoxue’s and Lan Caihe’s flushed faces.

Behind Lin Ruoli stood Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis, who had removed their dark martial cloaks to reveal their tall, voluptuous, golden-haired figures, while Kara and Ulriya finished tying the four unconscious female Shadow-Plum captains neatly behind a stack of iron spirit-stone crates in the far corner.

Lin Ruoli reached down with one manicured hand, gripped Mei Aoxue’s chin, and forced the proud assassin-consort to look up at her.

“So Emperor Huang Long sent the two of you down here to lock me in chains and drag me back to his dragon bed,” Lin Ruoli said, her voice silky, cold, and brimming with dark satisfaction. “He thought he could force himself on me once at the conclave and then snap his fingers to turn me into his palace plaything whenever he felt an itch.”

Lin Ruoli leaned down closer, a wicked smile curving her red lips as she glanced back at Alaric standing behind the two bare-bottomed consorts.

“Instead, the two of you locked yourselves inside a soundproofed bunker with my Master,” Lin Ruoli purred. “Do not worry about your four Half-Step Martial Emperor guards upstairs, Consort Mei. By morning, they will receive your personal orders to guard this courtyard for the next two months while my Master teaches both of you who truly owns the women of this empire.”

“You delusional merchant slut—!” Mei Aoxue spat, trying to lunge forward with her teeth, only to gasp sharply as Alaric’s large hands gripped the back of her ruined plum-silk bodice and ripped the remaining front straps cleanly away from beneath her chest!

RIIIIP!

At the same time, Yan Ruyu and Su Xinyue reached under Lan Caihe’s shoulders and pulled the shredded remains of her violet orchid robes out from beneath her torso, leaving both of Emperor Huang Long’s prized wives completely stark naked atop the crimson velvet audit table!

“Ah—!” Lan Caihe whimpered, instinctively trying to press her thick, creamy thighs together as the cool underground air brushed against the smooth, damp pink folds hidden between her legs, while her massive, heavy breasts hung completely bare against the soft red velvet.

Alaric did not give her the chance to close her legs.

Stepping between Mei Aoxue’s and Lan Caihe’s bent frames at the edge of the audit table, Alaric used his knees and Cui Yulan’s helping hands to spread both women’s pale, shapely thighs wide apart—positioning Mei Aoxue’s taut, snow-white buttocks and Lan Caihe’s lush, pillowy rear side by side right at the edge of the table!

When Alaric unfastened his black trousers and let his massive, nine-inch shaft spring free—thick as a wrist, throbbing with hot purple-red veins, and radiating the dense, intoxicating Yang heat of his Beast Emperor physique—Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er knelt gracefully on the velvet carpet beside his boots, her soft hands immediately applying a generous coat of warm, glistening spirit-orchid oil up and down his length while Yan Ruyu held a bronze mirror in front of the table so both captives were forced to see what was poised behind their bare hips!

Seeing that monstrous, oil-sheened pillar reflected in the bronze mirror right behind her spread buttocks, Lan Caihe sucked in a sharp, trembling breath, her round face turning pale and then bright scarlet!

‘Heavens above… what kind of man is built like that?!’ Lan Caihe’s mind spun in genuine terror, her experienced eyes comparing the monstrous weapon behind her to Emperor Huang Long.

As a favored royal alchemist who had shared Emperor Huang Long’s bed several times a month for years—often brewing mild Yang-boosting pellets just to keep the aging tyrant hard enough for half an hour—Lan Caihe knew the human body intimately. Yet the pulsing, scorching-hot shaft hovering inches behind her bare ass looked like something carved for a mythical dragon rather than a man!

Even the cold, fearless assassin-mistress Mei Aoxue stiffened visibly on the velvet cloth, her breath hitching in her throat as the heavy head of Alaric’s cock brushed casually across the cleft of her firm white buttocks.

‘He is going to tear us apart with that thing!’ Mei Aoxue thought, a sudden, involuntary tremor running down her spine despite her fierce martial training.

“Since Consort Mei was so eager to take my throat a moment ago,” Alaric said, his deep voice calm, ruthless, and devoid of a shred of mercy as he gripped Mei Aoxue’s wide, pale hips with both hands, “let us see how well the keeper of the Emperor’s Black-Ledger Treasury takes nine inches to the hilt.”

“Don’t you dare touch me—!” Mei Aoxue snarled, clenching her jaw and tightening her lower muscles in defiance.

Alaric answered her defiance by bringing his right hand down in a thunderous, stinging smack across her firm left buttock—making the pale flesh ripple and flush bright red—and then, as her inner walls reflexively gasped open from the shock of the slap, he lined the broad, oil-slicked head of his shaft up with her tight pink entrance and drove his hips forward in one brutal, unyielding thrust!

SCHLUCK—SMACK!

“GGGGHHHH—AAAAHHHHH!”

Mei Aoxue’s icy assassin mask shattered into a thousand pieces in half a heartbeat!

Her head snapped back, every muscle in her long, pale neck cording tight as a raw, strangled scream tore out of her throat!

Even though Mei Aoxue had served Emperor Huang Long in his dark chambers for years whenever she delivered the secret treasury accounts, she had never in her life felt an invasion so overwhelmingly thick, long, and scorching hot!

The broad, flared crown wedged her reluctant, tight outer ring wide open, and then inch after relentless inch of iron-hard flesh plowed straight down her velvety channel—stretching every fold until the pressure felt unbearable, before his blunt tip slammed squarely against the deepest gate of her womb!

“Haaah… ugh… Get it out! You’re splitting me open!” Mei Aoxue gasped raggedly, her fingernails tearing deep gouges into the crimson velvet cloth of the audit table as hot tears of shock and humiliation stung the corners of her narrow eyes.

“Splitting you open?” Zhao Mengxue laughed softly from beside the table, reaching out to grab a handful of Mei Aoxue’s jet-black hair to keep her face lifted toward the bronze mirror while running her other hand under the table to squeeze Mei Aoxue’s massive, dangling left breast. “Look in the mirror, Sister Mei! For a woman who claims she is being split open, why is that plum-blossom tattoo on your lower back already glowing bright red, and why are your inner walls sucking on Master’s shaft so tightly?”

“I-I am not sucking on him! Nnnngh!” Mei Aoxue cried out in burning shame as Alaric pulled back eight inches—letting her feel every thick ridge drag across her sensitive inner walls—and then slammed his hips forward again with enough force to slide her naked body three inches across the velvet tabletop!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The wet, heavy sound of Alaric’s muscular thighs crashing against Mei Aoxue’s firm, snow-white buttocks filled the underground vault like a war drum.

Because the dark-crimson plum-blossom tattoo on Mei Aoxue’s lower back was actually a Yin-gathering martial seal designed to absorb small amounts of Emperor Huang Long’s Dragon Qi during sex, the moment Alaric’s infinitely purer, hotter Violet-Gold Spirit-Lion Yang vitality surged from his shaft into her lower body, her tattoo flared like burning rubies!

Against her conscious will, her experienced mature body reacted to the supreme Yang heat like parched earth drinking rain—flooding her tight passage with a sudden, humiliating gush of hot, slippery Yin nectar that turned every brutal stroke of Alaric’s cock into a wet, echoing squelch!

“Listen to how wet Sister Mei already is, Sister Lan,” Su Xinyue purred, leaning over the right side of the table to press her own bare, heavy breasts against Lan Caihe’s trembling back while forcing Lan Caihe to watch her cold, lethal companion getting pounded mercilessly two feet away. “In the palace, Mei Aoxue always walked around like a block of northern ice, yet five minutes on Master’s cock has turned her into a dripping waterfall!”

Lying right beside Mei Aoxue on the velvet table, Consort Lan Caihe was shivering uncontrollably.

Every time Alaric’s hips slammed into Mei Aoxue’s pale ass, the entire audit table rocked beneath Lan Caihe’s bare stomach, making her own colossal breasts rub back and forth against the soft red velvet while the musky, intoxicating scent of sex and Alaric’s passive [Allure of the King] flooded her nostrils.

As an alchemist who specialized in Yin-Yang harmony pills and bodily pleasures, Lan Caihe’s physique was far more naturally lustful and sensitive to pleasure than Mei Aoxue’s. Watching the terrifyingly handsome young Archmage effortlessly dominate the deadly Consort Mei—seeing his corded abdominal muscles flex and hearing Mei Aoxue’s fierce curses dissolve into breathless, high-pitched moans and involuntary whimpers—caused a hot, traitorous ache to bloom deep inside Lan Caihe’s own belly, dampening her bare inner thighs before he had even touched her!

“No… stop hitting that deep spot… Haaah… Ahhh!” Mei Aoxue sobbed, her eyes glazing over in horror as she realized her own body was rapidly climbing toward a peak she could not stop. She bit down hard on her lower lip to muffle her cries, only for Alaric to lean over her bare back, grip both of her massive, swinging breasts from underneath with his large hands, and drive his hips forward in a ferocious, jackhammer rhythm that battered relentlessly against her cervix!

“Swallow your pride and scream for me, Aoxue,” Alaric growled against her ear, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin of her neck as his thumbs pinched her rock-hard nipples.

“MMMMMPH—AAAAHHHHH!”

Mei Aoxue’s back arched violently off the velvet table as her willpower snapped under the sheer physical pleasure!

A blinding flood of crimson-gold ecstasy detonated through her mind and her lower core. Her tight, velvety passage clamped down around Alaric’s nine-inch shaft in a series of crushing, rhythmic spasms, squirting a hot jet of clear Yin fluid across Alaric’s thighs and the stone floor as the cold Shadow-Plum assassin mistress climaxed harder in ten minutes under Alaric than she had in all her years serving Emperor Huang Long!

Instead of releasing his seed into Mei Aoxue on her first climax, however, Alaric let out a low, dark chuckle.

Right as Mei Aoxue collapsed gasping and twitching onto the crimson velvet—her inner walls still fluttering wildly around him—Alaric pulled his glistening, nectar-drenched shaft all the way out of her stretched entrance in one smooth motion, stepped two feet to the right behind Consort Lan Caihe’s wide, pillowy buttocks, and without a single word of warning, slammed all nine scorching inches straight to the hilt inside the voluptuous royal alchemist!

SCHLUCK—SMACK!

“OOOOOHHHH—MOTHER OF HEAVENS!”

Lan Caihe’s sleepy bedroom eyes flew wide open as a high, operatic wail of shock and mind-melting pleasure echoed off the quartz dome of the vault!

Because Lan Caihe had already grown warm and wet from watching Mei Aoxue get conquered right beside her, Alaric’s thick, oil-and-nectar-coated shaft slid through her plush, velvety outer lips with zero resistance—plowing straight to the bottom of her soft, mature depths until his heavy balls slapped loudly against her wet inner thighs and her enormous, pillowy white ass cheeks compressed like rising dough against his pelvis!

“It’s so big! Haaah—Sister Mei, it’s touching my soul!” Lan Caihe wailed shamelessly, all thoughts of palace politics vanishing from her head in a single stroke as her colossal breasts rolled and bounced across the crimson velvet tabletop. “Ohhh… slower, Master! My womb isn’t as tough as Sister Mei’s… Aaaahhh!”

“Not as tough?” Alaric smirked, gripping two huge handfuls of Lan Caihe’s soft, wide hips and pulling her plush rear backward to meet his relentless, piston-like thrusts while Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis stepped up to the front of the table, leaning down to kiss Lan Caihe’s parted red lips and fondle her massive, swaying breasts! “For a woman who brews aphrodisiacs for the Emperor, your pussy is gripping my cock like a starving mouth!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Every heavy stroke into Lan Caihe’s lush, yielding body produced a loud, rhythmic clap and a ripple of pale flesh across her wide buttocks and thighs.

Unlike Mei Aoxue, who had fought tooth and nail against her own arousal, the pampered, pleasure-loving Lan Caihe melted into a weeping, incoherent mess within three minutes!

With Lyra’s and Cassandra’s soft hands massaging her huge breasts in front and Alaric’s nine-inch shaft hammering every sensitive nerve ending inside her soaking passage from behind, Lan Caihe climaxed once, twice, and then three times in rapid succession—her muffled screams vibrating into Cassandra’s kissing lips as her inner walls milked Alaric’s shaft with desperate, rhythmic suction!

When Alaric finally reached his first peak after forty minutes of alternating relentlessly between the two newly captured wives on the velvet audit table, he pulled out of a sobbing, squirting Lan Caihe on the final stroke, buried himself to the absolute hilt back inside Mei Aoxue’s trembling depths right beside her, and unleashed half of his scalding, thick white seed deep into the assassin-consort’s womb—before pulling out mid-release to pump the remaining heavy jets of his boiling essence straight into the deepest chamber of Lan Caihe’s waiting womb!

As both women lay side by side across Emperor Huang Long’s audit table—their bare, sweat-sheened backs rising and falling in ragged synchronization, their massive breasts flattened against the red velvet, and thick streams of Alaric’s pearly seed bubbling out of both of their stretched pink entrances at the exact same time—Alaric looked around the glowing vault at Lyra, Cassandra, Cui Yulan, Yan Ruyu, Zhao Mengxue, Su Xinyue, Ning Wan’er, Lin Ruoli, Kara, and Ulriya.

“We have three hundred thousand spirit stones and an entire imperial vault of ancient herbs sitting around us,” Alaric said calmly, his shaft still standing thick, glistening, and completely hard between his thighs as he reached down to pull Mei Aoxue and Lan Caihe up by their hair to face him. “Before we send word to their guards upstairs at dawn, everyone in this room is helping me break them in properly.”