Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 490: Sealing the Surface and Two Months in the Treasury

Throughout the remaining hours of that first night beneath Jade-River Pavilion, the subterranean Black-Ledger Vault was transformed into an inescapable crucible of pleasure and subjugation.

Alaric did not allow either Consort Mei or Consort Lan a single moment to gather their wits or mourn their lost loyalty to Emperor Huang Long.

While the four unconscious female Shadow-Plum captains slept deeply inside an enchanted slumber barrier in the far corner of the vault, Alaric used the mountain of velvet bolsters, silk carpets, and even the open iron chests of glittering supreme-grade spirit stones as his bed.

He sat upon the wide velvet chair at the head of the audit table with the voluptuous alchemist Lan Caihe impaled in a deep reverse-cowgirl embrace on his lap—her massive, creamy breasts bouncing wildly in his hands and her wide, peach-shaped rear slamming down against his thighs—while Yan Ruyu, Lin Ruoli, and Su Xinyue held Consort Mei down on her knees between his boots, forcing the proud commander of the Shadow-Plum Assassins to watch Lan Caihe squirt and scream above her head while licking the trickling juices and seed right off Alaric’s heavy sac!

Then, when Lan Caihe passed out briefly from her sixth consecutive climax, Alaric lifted Mei Aoxue onto the table on her back, hooked her long, pale legs over his shoulders, and pounded her deep and raw into the velvet cushions while Cui Yulan, Lyra, and Cassandra took turns sitting over Mei Aoxue’s flushed face or kissing her mouth until the second heavy load of Alaric’s seed filled her belly to the brim.

By the time the subterranean water-clock chimed the hour before dawn, both Mei Aoxue and Lan Caihe were lying bonelessly across the velvet carpets, their fair bodies covered from neck to thigh in red handprints, bite marks, and the musky sheen of Alaric’s essence, their eyes dazed and unfocused from sheer physical exhaustion.

Standing up from the cushions completely refreshed, Alaric cast a quick Cleansing Zephyr over himself and his women, then walked over to the far corner of the vault where the four Peak Martial King female Shadow-Plum captains lay sleeping.

“Before the morning guard shift changes upstairs,” Alaric said calmly, his ruby eyes glowing with a soft violet light as he extended his hands over the four sleeping female captains, “let us make sure Consort Mei’s personal attendants and the four Half-Step Martial Emperor Inner Shadow Guards on the surface remain completely cooperative for the next two months.”

Drawing upon his Level 69 Peak Archmage mastery of mental magic and his [Dreamwalker] ability, Alaric wove four intricate threads of silver-violet mana directly into the sleeping consciousness of the four female Shadow-Plum captains:

“Dreamwalker: False Memory Imprint!”

For ten full minutes, supported by Kara’s and Ulriya’s precise mana stabilization, Alaric seamlessly rewrote the last six hours of memory inside the minds of the four female captains—making them firmly believe that after descending into the vault at midnight, Consort Mei and Consort Lan had discovered a massive discrepancy in the southern provincial pill and spirit-stone reserves that required two full months of closed-door alchemical refinement and ledger auditing inside the subterranean vault!

More than that, Alaric planted a deep, subconscious hypnotic command inside all four captains’ minds that tied their obedience directly to Yan Ruyu’s and Cui Yulan’s voices.

Once the four female captains were dressed and woken up—bowing respectfully without a trace of awareness of what had actually happened ten yards away—Alaric wove a synchronized vocal-and-visual illusion matrix over the inner doorway of the vault stairwell, using the black-iron dragon token he had taken from Mei Aoxue’s sash and the alchemical cauldron seal belonging to Lan Caihe.

Twenty minutes later, at the top of the winding marble stairwell on the surface, the heavy upper bronze doors opened three feet.

Standing in the early morning sunlight outside the stairwell were Mei Aoxue’s four Half-Step Martial Emperor Inner Shadow Guards, alongside Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, Commander Jin, and the remaining eight female sword-attendants.

Stepping up to the threshold of the stairwell were the four brainwashed Shadow-Plum captains, flanked by Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu and Noble Consort Cui Yulan—while ten steps behind them in the dim torchlight of the descending stairs stood the flawless visual projections of Consort Mei (Mei Aoxue) and Consort Lan (Lan Caihe)!

“Inner Shadow Protectors!” Mei Aoxue’s cold, unmistakable voice echoed up from the stairwell, projected flawlessly by Alaric’s magic as the illusion of Mei Aoxue held up Emperor Huang Long’s black-iron dragon token for her four Half-Step Martial Emperor guards to verify! “Consort Lan and I have unsealed the Black-Ledger Vault with Consort De and Noble Consort Cui. We have found that eighty thousand flasks of the reserve northern combat pills stored in the lower chambers have begun to lose their medicinal potency due to subterranean moisture!”

Right beside her, the illusion of Consort Lan Caihe held up her glowing Imperial Pill Vault token and spoke in her sultry, commanding voice:

“If these eighty thousand flasks are not re-refined immediately inside the subterranean fire-vein of this vault by myself, Sister Mei, and our five Sister-Consorts before being shipped to the northern front, His Majesty will execute the entire Medicinal Directorate! Captain Ying—take this black-iron dragon token and dispatch a routine carrier hawk to Chief Eunuch Gao in the Imperial Capital today! Inform His Majesty that all seven of us Imperial Consorts and Guildmaster Lin Ruoli have locked the subterranean vault for a strict sixty-day alchemical refinement and treasury audit! During these sixty days, our four Inner Shadow Protectors, Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, and Commander Jin are to seal the outer compound of Jade-River Pavilion and execute anyone who approaches within a hundred paces of the vault stairwell!”

Seeing their mistresses’ authentic tokens, hearing their exact voices, and receiving the handover directly from Mei Aoxue’s four most trusted personal Shadow-Plum captains—who confirmed every word with deadpan sincerity—the four Half-Step Martial Emperor Inner Shadow Guards didn’t harbor a flicker of doubt!

“Your orders shall be carried out to the death, Consort Mei, Consort Lan!” the lead Inner Shadow Guard bowed deeply alongside Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, and Commander Jin. “We will lock down the entire Jade-River Pavilion for the next sixty days and send the carrier hawk to Chief Eunuch Gao at once!”

As the upper stairwell doors closed and the three-foot-thick profound-steel vault door at the bottom of the stairs bolted shut for a full two-month seclusion, Alaric stood inside the glowing subterranean chamber looking down at the very real, stark-naked Mei Aoxue and Lan Caihe kneeling on the velvet carpet.

Over the next sixty days inside the sealed Black-Ledger Vault, two monumental tasks were carried out side by side.

The first task was the systematic, wholesale looting of Emperor Huang Long’s secret strategic wealth.

Every afternoon inside the vault, while Alaric oversaw the operation, Guildmaster Lin Ruoli, Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, Kara, and Ulriya unlocked the hundreds of heavy iron and jade chests lining the outer walls of the cavern.

Inside those chests lay the secret rainy-day reserves that the royal family of the Celestial Dragon Empire had hoarded over three centuries: over one million supreme-grade and high-grade spirit stones, four hundred bricks of refined profound-star iron, eighty crates of five-hundred-year-old spirit herbs, and—tucked inside a heavily warded obsidian strongbox at the rear of the vault that Mei Aoxue’s personal key unlocked—the captured Core Inheritance Crystal and ancestral ice-lotus manuals of the destroyed Frozen Lotus Sect, which Emperor Huang Long had hidden away forty years ago after slaughtering Empress Feng Mian’s sect!

Using Kara’s earth-shaping magic and Alaric’s sixth-tier illusion runes, they emptied sixty percent of the entire vault’s contents straight into Alaric’s spatial rings and the subterranean relay channels leading to Cloud-Mist City—replacing the missing spirit stones and herbs inside the iron chests with ordinary river-quartz infused with a surface shell of ninety-day illusion mana so that even if a guard glanced inside later, the chests would appear overflowing to the brim!

The second task—which occupied every single morning, evening, and night of those sixty days—was the complete physical, mental, and spiritual breaking of Consort Mei (Mei Aoxue) and Consort Lan (Lan Caihe).

Between the two women, the voluptuous royal alchemist Lan Caihe surrendered completely before the first three weeks were even finished.

As a woman who had spent her entire adult life studying the pleasures of the flesh and the refinement of Yin-Yang elixirs, Lan Caihe found Alaric utterly irresistible once the initial fright of his size wore off.

Not only did Alaric’s nine-inch shaft and tireless Beast Emperor stamina give her earth-shattering, squirting orgasms that left her weeping with bliss for hours on the velvet carpets, but whenever Alaric discussed alchemy with her beside her bronze cauldron, his Peak Archmage comprehension of elemental laws and molecular purification blew her mind wide open!

On the twentieth night inside the vault, when Alaric poured a massive load of his pure Violet-Gold Spirit-Lion Yang essence directly into Lan Caihe’s womb while simultaneously guiding her hands to refine a batch of Seventh-Grade Sky-Orchid Nirvana Pills—causing her own cultivation to break cleanly through from the Mid-Stage Martial King realm into the Late-Stage Martial King realm on the spot—Lan Caihe became his most shameless, worshipful addict in the chamber!

From that night on, Lan Caihe actively helped Alaric and the other five consorts break the stubborn pride of her former partner, Consort Mei (Mei Aoxue).

Mei Aoxue, trained since childhood in the brutal, emotionless discipline of the Shadow-Plum Assassins, held out for nearly five weeks—clenching her teeth, refusing to beg aloud even when her body climaxed three or four times an hour beneath Alaric’s relentless pounding, and glaring with dark-crimson eyes whenever Yan Ruyu or Cui Yulan teased her.

Alaric broke her final wall in the sixth week with a combination of ruthless physical dominance and her own deepest martial obsession.

Unsealing Mei Aoxue’s Late-Stage Martial King energy pathways inside the center of the vault while keeping the outer doors locked, Alaric threw her twin plum-blossom daggers at her bare feet and told the completely naked assassin-mistress to attack him with everything she had—promising her that for every scratch she put on his skin, he would grant her a day of rest, and for every exchange she failed to land, she would have to crawl to him on her hands and knees and beg for his cock in front of all ten women!

For half an hour across the glowing quartz cavern, the naked, heavy-breasted Mei Aoxue unleashed every forbidden shadow-step and lethal blade art she possessed—her massive white breasts and firm buttocks blurring through the air as she attacked from every shadow—only for Alaric to effortlessly catch, deflect, and dismantle every single move barehanded while slapping her bare ass and pinching her stiff nipples mid-exchange!

When her energy finally ran completely dry and she collapsed to her knees at his feet, trembling, drenched in sweat, and dripping wet between her thighs from the sheer thrill of being overpowered so effortlessly in her own specialty, Alaric stepped up in front of her face and let his thick, pulsing shaft brush against her flushed cheek.

Looking up into his calm, sovereign ruby eyes—while beside her, Lan Caihe, Yan Ruyu, Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, Su Xinyue, and Ning Wan’er knelt naked around his legs stroking his thighs and whispering how good it felt to belong to a true god—the last icy pillar inside Mei Aoxue’s heart crumbled into dust.

With a low, shuddering moan of total surrender, the deadly Commander of the Shadow-Plum Assassins crawled forward on her hands and knees, pressed her fair forehead against the tops of Alaric’s bare feet, and then eagerly lifted her mouth to swallow his nine-inch shaft to the root before turning around, spreading her own pale, plum-tattooed buttocks with both hands, and begging in a hoarse, trembling voice:

“Master Alaric… Aoxue yields! Emperor Huang Long is nothing compared to you… My blades, my Shadow-Plum spies, and my womb belong only to you! Please… put your cock inside your servant Aoxue and breed me until I reach the Peak!”

For the final two weeks of the two-month seclusion in the Black-Ledger Vault, Mei Aoxue and Lan Caihe competed with ferocious, shameless intensity to make up for lost time—riding Alaric together on top of the velvet audit table, licking each other’s overflowing pussies clean after Alaric filled them, and eagerly joining Lyra, Cassandra, Cui Yulan, Yan Ruyu, Zhao Mengxue, Su Xinyue, Ning Wan’er, Lin Ruoli, Kara, and Ulriya in every decadent configuration across the treasure chamber.

On the final night of the sixtieth day, as Alaric buried a massive, scalding torrent of his seed deep into Mei Aoxue’s spasming womb while Lan Caihe kissed her deeply and cradled Alaric’s churning balls from below—just as Mei Aoxue’s dark-crimson plum-blossom aura surged to the very threshold of the Peak-Stage Martial King realm—three quiet, translucent blue notifications appeared and faded inside Alaric’s mind:

[System Notification: Target Conquered – Consort Mei, Mei Aoxue (Late-Stage Martial King)]

[System Notification: Target Conquered – Consort Lan, Lan Caihe (Late-Stage Martial King)]

[System Notification: The Emperor’s Ladder Progress: 7/10]