Harem Master: Seduction System

The atmosphere within the dimly lit, lavishly decorated bedchamber of the Cloud Piercer Hotel was thick with a heavy, unspoken anticipation. The air hummed with the residual energies of the previous session, carrying the faint, intoxicating scent of crushed lotus and sweat. Princess Gu Ling of the Gu Clan sat upon the edge of the massive, silk-draped bed, her slender form clad in a thin, modest white silk robe. Her breathing was steady, her beautiful, ethereal face a portrait of calm composure, yet her internal Dantian roared with the newly awakened, terrifying power of a Late-Stage Martial King.

Alaric stood a few paces away, his broad shoulders relaxed, his ruby eyes glinting with a dark, calculating light. He knew that just beyond the thick, rune-inscribed walls of the suite, sitting in the center of the profound-steel training grounds, Feng Xiao was actively listening. The Flame King had cast a highly refined, invisible thread of spiritual sense across the courtyard, monitoring the ambient Qi fluctuations to ensure the safety of the woman he loved.

Alaric could feel that thread. It was faint, cautious, and incredibly tense. But as the minutes passed, Alaric sensed the tension in the spiritual thread loosen slightly. Feng Xiao had undoubtedly perceived the massive, undeniable strengthening of Gu Ling’s Battle Aura from the previous, magically induced session. The alchemist’s paranoia was receding, replaced by the misguided belief that the wandering scholar was truly performing miracles upon his beloved.

It was the perfect time to strike.

“Princess,” Alaric spoke, his deep, magnetic voice entirely devoid of the magical resonance he had used earlier. He spoke with the calm, measured authority of a master physician, knowing full well that Feng Xiao was hanging onto his every word. “Your foundation has accepted the initial expansion beautifully. However, the process is far from complete. To solidify this monumental leap in your cultivation, and to stimulate your Dantian to further strengthen your Battle Aura, we must commence the next round of this therapy. A single round cannot be considered a job done.”

Gu Ling nodded respectfully, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “I understand, Alaric. I am ready to endure whatever is necessary.”

Alaric stepped forward. He did not invoke the Mind-Clouding Ambrosia Hex. He did not cast any spell to lull her into a drunken, unresisting stupor. Gu Ling was entirely, completely conscious, her mind sharp and her aristocratic instincts fully active.

He closed the distance between them, standing directly between her parted knees. Without a single word of warning, without any preamble or clinical explanation, Alaric raised his large, warm hands and grabbed her massive, heavy breasts directly through the white silk of her robe.

Gu Ling gasped, a sharp, sudden intake of air. Her entire body jolted in surprise, her ethereal eyes widening in profound shock.

For a fraction of a second, the ingrained, rigid modesty of an Ancient Clan Princess flared within her. A man who was not her betrothed had just boldly, aggressively seized her most intimate flesh. Her first instinct was to violently channel her Ethereal Jade Battle Aura, to strike him away and demand his head.

But the strike never came.

Deep within the recesses of her mind, the Subconscious Weaving Hex—which Alaric had meticulously implanted during the previous session—activated with terrifying efficiency. The spell did not cloud her vision; it simply offered an immediate, completely logical, and entirely undeniable rationalization for his actions.

‘Why is his hand there?’ Gu Ling’s conscious mind flared in panic. ‘This is incredibly scandalous… I should push him away!’

‘No,’ her subconscious instantly countered, flooding her brain with absolute certainty. ‘The upper pectoral meridians are the primary gateways to the heart center. The previous expansion left them highly unstable. They require firm, aggressive Yang pressure to prevent the Qi from stagnating. He is the master of this therapy. This is the correct, necessary method. I must trust Alaric completely. I must follow all his instructions and allow whatever he deems necessary for my foundation.’

The panic in her ethereal eyes dissolved, replaced by a soft, yielding trust. She did not resist. She let her hands fall limply into her lap, her breathing quickening as Alaric’s large fingers aggressively kneaded the soft, heavy globes of her breasts, his thumbs brushing roughly over her hardening nipples through the silk.

Alaric did not offer a single word of explanation. He knew Feng Xiao was listening. Any dialogue detailing his actions would instantly betray the illusion. He remained completely, utterly silent, letting the physical actions speak for themselves, entirely confident that Gu Ling’s heavily conditioned subconscious would provide all the necessary excuses to keep her compliant.

With a sudden, violent movement, Alaric gripped the collar of her white silk robe. He pulled his hands apart with brutal force.

RIIIP!

The delicate silk tore completely down the center, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet suite. Alaric effortlessly stripped the ruined fabric from her shoulders, leaving the Princess of the Gu Clan completely, spectacularly naked before him.

Her massive, incredibly heavy breasts bounced freely, the large, dark pink areolas completely exposed to the cool air, her nipples fully erect. Her slender, perfectly toned waist led down to the lush, dark triangle of hair and the slick, slightly swollen pink lips of her core.

Gu Ling shivered, her fair cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson.

‘He tore my robes…’ her mind supplied, a brief flicker of embarrassment surfacing.

‘The fabric restricts the flow of ambient Qi,’ her subconscious instantly justified. ‘The energetic exchange must be entirely unobstructed. This is the only way.’

Alaric grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her tall, voluptuous frame entirely off the bed. He turned her around and slammed her back against the cool, jade-paneled wall of the bedchamber.

“AAHHH!” Gu Ling cried out, a loud, breathy moan of surprise escaping her lips as the cold jade met her heated skin.

Outside, sitting in the center of the training grounds, Feng Xiao flinched slightly. His spiritual thread vibrated with the sound of her cry. His fists clenched tightly against his knees.

‘He is beginning the second stage,’ Feng Xiao thought, his jaw tight. ‘It sounds rough. He must be forcefully aligning her spinal meridians against a hard surface. Endure it, Ling’er. The pain is temporary, but the foundation will last an eternity.’

Inside the suite, the reality was a masterpiece of absolute, silent defilement.

Alaric gripped her long, flawless right leg, lifting it high and hooking her knee securely over his broad shoulder. The position completely opened her pelvis, exposing her dripping, incredibly tight pussy to the dim light.

He didn’t bother with any preliminary teasing. He gripped his massive, rock-hard erection and positioned the blunt, purple head directly against her slick entrance. With a brutal, uncompromising forward thrust of his muscular hips, he drove his entire, monstrous length deep into her core.

“HAAAAAH! OOHHH!” Gu Ling shrieked, her head tossing back against the jade wall, her eyes squeezing shut.

The sheer, overwhelming fullness of his massive dick stretching her inner walls sent a violent shockwave of pure, unadulterated physical pleasure straight to her brain. The intense friction against her highly sensitive nerves was blinding.

‘He is penetrating me…’ a fleeting, distant thought registered in her conscious mind.

‘He is inserting the Yang Pillar,’ her subconscious immediately corrected, entirely rewriting her perception of reality. ‘It is the supreme conduit. He is pumping vital, fiery Yang energy directly into the Sacral Root to stabilize the Dantian. This intense, overwhelming sensation is simply the feeling of my bottlenecks shattering. I must absorb it all.’

Alaric established a brutal, heavy, and relentlessly punishing rhythm. He pounded the Princess of the Gu Clan against the wall, his hips slapping loudly against her plump, pale buttocks and her wide, curvaceous hips.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“MHHMmm! AHHH! HAAAAAH!” Gu Ling moaned loudly, a continuous, breathless litany of profound pleasure spilling from her swollen lips. Her hands flew up, blindly gripping Alaric’s broad shoulders, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin as her body involuntarily chased the friction.

She had absolutely no idea she was being fucked. Her conscious mind, thoroughly hijacked by the psychological conditioning, interpreted the massive, stretching intrusion of his cock as a physical manifestation of Battle Aura, and the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding as the forceful realignment of her physical vessel.

Alaric remained completely silent, focusing entirely on the sheer, arrogant pleasure of using her body like a cheap, common slut while her devoted lover stood guard outside.

He leaned forward, his chest crushing against her massive, bouncing breasts. He opened his mouth and captured her right breast, taking the stiff, dark pink nipple past his lips. He sucked fiercely, his hot tongue swirling aggressively around the sensitive nub, before biting down sharply on the flesh.

“NNNGH! AHHHH!” Gu Ling wailed, her hips bucking violently against his groin, her inner walls clamping down around his thick shaft in a desperate, milking spasm.

He fucked her against the wall for thirty minutes. The continuous, overwhelming stimulation completely shattered her physical limits. She hit her first climax with a deafening, breathless scream, her entire body going rigidly taut as she squeezed his cock with terrifying, innate strength.

Alaric didn’t slow down. As she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm, he pulled out with a wet, obscene pop.

Gu Ling let out a whining, desperate sound of loss, her body slumping slightly against the jade wall.

Alaric grabbed her by the hair, his fingers tangling in the dark, silky strands. He dragged her away from the wall and pulled her toward a heavy, ornately carved mahogany desk situated near the window. He forced her to bend over the desk, her chest pressing flat against the polished wood, her incredibly luscious, wide, heart-shaped buttocks thrust high into the air.

He didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He stepped behind her, gripped her curvy hips tightly, and drove his massive erection directly back into her dripping, sloppy pussy from behind.

“OOHHH! AHHHH!” Gu Ling cried out, the doggy-style angle providing an incredibly deep, intensely satisfying stretch that hit her cervix with every brutal thrust.

Alaric raised his free hand and delivered a vicious, stinging slap to her right buttock.

SMACK!

“HAAAAAH!” she shrieked, the sharp pain mixing perfectly with the deep internal pleasure, driving her completely insane.

‘He is striking me,’ her mind noted hazily.

‘He is actively breaking down the dense Qi stagnation in the dorsal pathways,’ her subconscious rationalized smoothly. ‘The redness on the skin is merely the physical manifestation of the impurities being expelled. This is highly beneficial.’

Alaric pounded her from behind, completely destroying the pristine, untouchable aura of the White Moonlight. He utilized the desk for leverage, driving his hips like a piston. He fucked her until her fair, curvy ass was glowing a bright, cherry-red, completely covered in stark handprints. She climaxed again and again, her moans echoing loudly in the chamber, a symphony of absolute degradation that Alaric knew was being transmitted directly into Feng Xiao’s ears.

Outside, Feng Xiao was sweating profusely.

‘The therapy is incredibly intense tonight,’ Feng Xiao thought, his spiritual thread picking up the continuous, heavy slapping sounds and Gu Ling’s breathless wails. ‘He must be utilizing a percussive technique to physically shatter the calcified Qi within her spine. It sounds barbaric… but the results are undeniable. She is so brave. She is enduring so much agony for our future.’

Inside, Alaric was nearing his first release. With a deep, guttural growl, he grabbed Gu Ling’s hips, anchoring her firmly to the desk, and drove his massive cock to the hilt. He pumped a massive, scalding hot, incredibly thick load of his potent seed deep into her womb, unloading pulse after pulse of his burning essence into the Princess.

Gu Ling gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt the heavy, thick warmth flooding her core.

‘The pure Yang energy has been deposited,’ her subconscious informed her. ‘My Dantian is absorbing the vital essence. The foundation is solidifying.’

Alaric pulled out, completely unsatisfied. The night was young, and his stamina was boundless.

He grabbed Gu Ling by the shoulders and pulled her up from the desk. He guided the exhausted, trembling Princess to her knees in the center of the plush fur rug. He stood before her, his massive, heavily veined, cum-slicked cock hovering just inches from her face.

He placed his hands on the back of her head and forcefully pushed her face into his groin.

“MHHMmm!” Gu Ling mumbled, her lips parting as the blunt, purple head of his erection pressed against her mouth.

‘He wants me to take it into my mouth?’ her conscious mind recoiled, a brief spark of disgust flaring.

‘The upper respiratory meridians require direct stimulation to prevent the Yang Qi from becoming entirely localized in the lower half,’ her subconscious instantly overrode her disgust. ‘The oral pathway connects directly to the heart center. I must accept the conduit into my mouth to achieve perfect balance.’

Her resistance crumbled. She opened her mouth wide and took him in.

Alaric didn’t wait for her to figure out the mechanics. He gripped the back of her head tightly and began to aggressively thrust into her mouth. He fucked her face mercilessly, driving his thick shaft deep into her throat, forcing her to gag and sputter.

“NNNGH! MMMM!” Gu Ling whimpered around his cock, her eyes watering profusely as he battered her tonsils.

He showed her absolutely no mercy. He used her mouth like a convenient, wet hole, completely degrading the elegant Princess. When he was close to climaxing again, he pulled out just far enough and erupted, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed directly into the back of her throat, covering her tongue and lips in his salty essence.

Gu Ling swallowed instinctively, coughing slightly as the thick fluid slid down her throat.

‘The purest, most concentrated medicinal essence,’ her subconscious praised. ‘I must ingest it entirely to nourish my internal organs.’

For the next several hours, Alaric engaged in a relentless, silent marathon of apocalyptic sexual defilement. He fucked her in the missionary position on the floor, pinning her arms above her head. He pulled her onto the bed and engaged in a brutal session of titty-fucking, squeezing her massive, heavy breasts together and driving his cock between her deep, pale cleavage until he came all over her chest and face.

Gu Ling climaxed more than twenty times. She was a twitching, hypersensitive wreck, her body completely covered in sweat, bright red slap marks, dark purple bite marks, and copious amounts of his sticky white semen. Her mind was entirely lost to the mind-boggling pleasure, floating in a heavy, euphoric haze where every degrading sexual act was perceived as a miraculous medical necessity.

But Alaric was not content with merely fooling her. He wanted to break her. He wanted to shatter her soul.

As the darkest hours of the night approached, Alaric pulled Gu Ling onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He knelt behind her, gripping her wide, curvy hips, and drove his massive erection deep into her dripping, sloppy pussy.

“OOHHH! AHHHH!” Gu Ling wailed, her massive breasts swinging heavily beneath her.

Alaric leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweaty back. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear.

Simultaneously, with a precise, razor-sharp application of his magical will, Alaric temporarily deactivated the Subconscious Weaving Hex.

The heavy, intoxicating, rationalizing trance instantly vanished from Gu Ling’s mind.

Her conscious brain suddenly, violently reconnected with her sensory receptors without any filters. The fog cleared in a fraction of a second.

She wasn’t receiving a medical massage. She wasn’t absorbing pure Yang Qi to expand her meridians.

She was completely naked. She was bent over the bed like a feral animal. Her body was covered in sticky, foul-smelling semen. A man was brutally, mercilessly ramming his massive, thick cock into her bleeding, thoroughly used pussy, spanking her ass, and using her like a cheap, filthy slut.

And the man was not Feng Xiao.

Pure, unadulterated horror washed over Gu Ling’s ethereal face. Her eyes flew wide open, staring at the wall in absolute, mind-shattering terror. The realization of her utter defilement, of her complete betrayal of the man she loved, crashed down upon her like a collapsing mountain.

“W-what… what are you…” Gu Ling choked out, her voice trembling with sheer panic. She tried to pull away, to scramble forward and escape the violation.

Alaric’s large hands clamped down on her hips with the immovable force of a titan, completely locking her in place. He drove his hips forward with a brutal, punishing thrust that hit her cervix, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and undeniable, treacherous physical pleasure.

“Do not speak, Princess,” Alaric whispered, his voice a dark, venomous hiss in her ear. He instantly cast a localized Silence Ward directly over her vocal cords. She could open her mouth, she could scream with all her might, but absolutely no articulate words would form—only muffled, breathless moans.

Gu Ling thrashed wildly, tears of absolute despair streaming down her cheeks. She was being raped. She was being destroyed.

“Stop struggling, Gu Ling,” Alaric whispered maliciously, accelerating his thrusts, pounding her raw, sensitive pussy with terrifying speed. “You don’t want to alert your dear Brother Xiao, do you?”

Gu Ling froze, a new, colder terror seizing her heart.

“Oh yes,” Alaric chuckled darkly, biting her earlobe. “He is right outside. He has cast a spiritual thread across the courtyard. He is listening to every single sound in this room. He hears the wet slapping of my thighs against your ass. He hears your breathless, desperate cries.”

“MHHMmm! NNNGH!” Gu Ling tried to scream a warning, to tell Feng Xiao to break the doors down, but Alaric’s movements reduced her frantic cries to loud, highly erotic moans of pleasure.

“But he doesn’t know I’m fucking you, Princess,” Alaric taunted, his hips moving like a piston, driving her toward an inevitable climax despite her horror. “He thinks I am performing a painful, heroic medical procedure. He is sitting out there in the dark, proud of how brave his beloved White Moonlight is, enduring such agony for their future. He has no idea that the woman he loves is currently dripping wet, taking my massive cock to the hilt, and getting covered in my cum.”

The psychological torture was exquisite. Gu Ling sobbed hysterically. Her mind was screaming in denial, her heart breaking into a million pieces at the thought of Feng Xiao standing guard while she was defiled. But her body… her body was a traitor.

The intense, overwhelming physical stimulation of Alaric’s massive dick stretching her inner walls, hitting the profound clusters of nerves he had awakened over the past month, was too much. Despite her absolute horror, despite her desperate desire to escape, the physical pleasure built to a maddening crescendo.

“No… mmmm! Please… nnnngh!” she whimpered, her hips involuntarily twitching backward, betraying her by actively seeking the friction.

“That’s it, Princess. Show him how much you enjoy my therapy,” Alaric sneered, reaching around to aggressively squeeze her massive, bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples sharply.

The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge.

“HAAAAAAAH! MHHMmm! OOHHH!” Gu Ling screamed, an incredibly loud, extended moan of pure, inescapable sexual climax. Her inner walls clamped down around his shaft in violent, milking spasms, completely surrendering to the orgasm while her mind shattered in despair. She was climaxing for another man while her beloved listened.

As she rode the agonizing waves of her forced orgasm, Alaric seamlessly, flawlessly reactivated the Subconscious Weaving Hex.

SNAP.

The horror vanished instantly. The despair evaporated. The knowledge that she was being fucked was perfectly, surgically excised from her conscious mind once more, replaced immediately by the heavy, rationalizing trance.

Gu Ling slumped onto the bed, panting heavily, a soft, blissed-out smile replacing the tears of terror.

‘The expansion was incredibly intense…’ her subconscious informed her. ‘The Yang Pillar hit the deepest blockages. The emotional release was simply the purging of internal stress. I feel so light. So incredibly fulfilled.’

Alaric smirked, pulling out of her dripping pussy. He had done it. He had found the ultimate method to completely, thoroughly break her.

For the remainder of the night, Alaric played a twisted, demonic game. He initiated dozens of rounds of sex, fucking her in the most humiliating, animalistic positions he could devise. He bent her backward over his knees, he held her upside down by her ankles, and he fucked her face until she was choking and sputtering.

And throughout the night, he repeatedly toggled the Subconscious Weaving Hex on and off.

He would turn it off right as he approached a climax, letting her regain her full, horrific sanity just in time to feel his massive cock pumping hot, thick loads of semen deep into her womb or splashing across her face. He would whisper cruel, mocking truths about Feng Xiao’s foolishness into her ear, watching her eyes widen in absolute despair, forcing her to climax against her will through sheer, overwhelming physical dominance.

Then, right as her mind threatened to snap entirely, he would turn the spell back on, plunging her back into the warm, comforting delusion of a medical massage.

The constant, violent emotional whiplash—from absolute, paralyzing horror to devoted, euphoric bliss—was a psychological centrifuge. It systematically, entirely dismantled her core identity. Her mind, unable to reconcile the horrific reality with the implanted delusions, simply stopped trying. It surrendered completely to the subconscious commands, accepting Alaric as the absolute, unquestionable authority over her body and soul. She was broken. She belonged to him, even without the spell actively holding her down.

The next morning, the bright sunlight pierced the heavy curtains of the suite.

Gu Ling slowly opened her eyes. The Subconscious Weaving Hex was currently fully active, maintaining her blissful delusion.

She sat up on the bed. She was completely naked. Her body was a spectacular mess. She was entirely covered in Alaric’s sticky, dried semen—it was smeared across her massive breasts, plastered to her stomach, and dried in thick flakes around her mouth. A heavy, sluggish pool of the white fluid continued to slowly leak from her swollen, thoroughly stretched pink pussy, staining the silk sheets beneath her. Her fair skin was heavily marked with dark purple bite marks on her neck and breasts, and her curvy buttocks were a bright, tender red from the relentless spanking.

Gu Ling stared at herself for a moment.

‘The therapy was incredibly aggressive last night,’ her subconscious rationalized smoothly, without a single ounce of panic. ‘The thick, white fluid is the expelled impurities of the Yin Gate, mixed with the medicinal ointments Alaric applied to soothe the friction. The bruises and redness are merely the physical manifestations of the deep meridian realignments. My body has purged so much stagnation.’

She didn’t think much of it. She felt a profound, aching soreness in her hips and thighs, but it was accompanied by a terrifyingly robust, incredibly dense flow of Battle Aura that made her feel invincible.

She calmly slid off the bed, her legs trembling slightly, and walked into the lavish, adjoining bathroom to clean herself. She washed away the ‘medicinal ointments’ and the sweat, treating her bruised breasts and spanked buttocks with a gentle touch.

After bathing, she dressed in an elegant, flowing dress of pale lavender silk that perfectly hid the marks on her body, though it still highlighted her slender waist and voluptuous curves.

Later that morning, the imperial convoy was preparing to depart the Soaring Crane Estate.

Gu Ling met up with Feng Xiao in the central courtyard. The Flame King looked slightly haggard, dark circles under his eyes from a night of stressful, paranoid listening, but he smiled warmly as she approached.

“Ling’er,” Feng Xiao greeted her, reaching out to gently hold her hands. He immediately focused his soul cultivation, checking her foundation.

His eyes widened in absolute shock and pure, unadulterated joy.

“You… you have reached the Peak of the Martial King level!” Feng Xiao exclaimed, unable to contain his happiness. In a single night, she had crossed another minor boundary. It was a miracle that defied all martial logic.

He realized with profound relief that it seemed Alaric’s massage was truly not a fraud, but rather an incredibly real, albeit mysterious, method of foundational enhancement.

Feng Xiao chuckled, a teasing, lighthearted smirk crossing his face. “The results are undeniable, Ling’er. But I must admit, your pain resilience seems quite low. You were screaming very loudly during the massage last night. I was incredibly worried.”

Gu Ling did not blush. She looked at him with a serious, reverent expression, fully believing the narrative in her mind.

“Do not jest, Brother Xiao,” Gu Ling responded solemnly. “The therapy is not a simple relaxation. It forcefully pushes the physical vessel to its absolute, terrifying limit. It physically breaks down the stagnant Qi blockages. Yes, it was agonizing at times, but it completely strengthens the internal organs, fortifies the physical body, and enhances the Battle Aura entirely. The pain was a necessary sacrifice.”

Feng Xiao nodded, his respect for her bravery deepening. “You are incredible, Ling’er. To endure such torment for your advancement…”

“I must go thank Alaric and Sister Ying before we depart,” Gu Ling stated, pulling her hands away gently.

She walked across the courtyard toward the massive, incredibly opulent flying carriage assigned to Ling Ying and her ‘servants’. The carriage was a mobile fortress, featuring proper, heavy sliding gates and thick, soundproofed walls to ensure proper privacy during the long flights.

Gu Ling approached the carriage. The outer gates were slightly ajar.

“Alaric? Sister Ying?” Gu Ling called out respectfully from outside the carriage, bowing her head slightly. “I wished to offer my deepest, most profound gratitude for last night’s thorough massage. My foundation has solidified completely.”

Inside the carriage, the scene was a masterpiece of scandalous, unrestrained debauchery.

Alaric sat comfortably on a wide, velvet-lined seat, completely naked from the waist down. Kneeling on the plush floorboards directly between his spread legs was Ling Ying, the dignified heiress of the Ling Clan.

Ling Ying was wearing a remarkably scandalous outfit—a sheer, heavily slit emerald silk wrap that was completely open at the front, entirely exposing her massive, incredibly heavy pale breasts and her flat stomach.

She was currently engaged in a spectacular display of devotion. She had her hands wrapped around the base of Alaric’s massive, rock-hard dick, aggressively pushing her massive breasts together to trap his thick shaft between her deep, pale cleavage. She was pleasuring him with a vigorous titty-fuck, while simultaneously bobbing her head down to suck the head of his cock deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling hungrily.

“Mhhmmm… slurp…” Ling Ying moaned softly around his flesh, entirely focused on her task.

Alaric smirked as he heard Gu Ling’s voice from outside. He looked down at the heiress servicing him.

“Speak up, Ying’er,” Alaric commanded, his voice a low, dark rumble. “Invite Gu Ling inside the carriage. It would be fun to travel together.”

Ling Ying immediately obeyed. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his skin. She kept her massive breasts firmly squished around his shaft, ensuring he didn’t lose any friction.

“Sister Gu!” Ling Ying called out, her voice bright and welcoming, completely devoid of shame. “Please, do not stand outside. The convoy is about to move. Come inside the carriage and join us for the journey!”

After issuing the invitation, Ling Ying happily, eagerly went back to sucking his large dick deep into her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically.

Outside, Gu Ling hesitated. She had originally planned to travel in her own designated carriage, where she could meditate in peace. But since her dear Sister Ying was so warmly inviting her inside, and considering the immense, life-altering favor they had granted her, she felt it would be incredibly rude and ungrateful to reject her dear friend.

“Thank you, Sister Ying. I will join you,” Gu Ling replied, stepping up into the carriage and pulling the heavy sliding gates shut behind her.

As she turned around, Gu Ling was confronted with the visual.

She saw Alaric sitting back, looking entirely relaxed, while the heiress of the Ling Clan—her dear, supportive friend—was on her knees, giving him a deeply enthusiastic, sloppy blowjob while using her massive breasts to fuck his shaft.

Gu Ling froze for a fraction of a second, her ethereal eyes widening slightly in surprise.

However, she didn’t scream. She didn’t turn away or voice any outrage. The psychological conditioning Alaric had subjected her to had severely eroded her aristocratic prudishness. Furthermore, her conscious mind simply rationalized the situation.

‘They are lovers,’ Gu Ling thought, maintaining a polite, neutral expression. ‘Sister Ying told me she gave her heart to him. It is not abnormal for them to do intimate, private things like this within the sealed confines of their own carriage. I am the one intruding on their privacy.’

Alaric stared at Gu Ling, his ruby eyes glinting with predatory amusement as he watched her calmly accept the sheer, undeniable reality of his dominance over her friend.

He didn’t bother covering himself. He simply looked at the White Moonlight.

“Princess Gu Ling,” Alaric spoke, his voice smooth and authoritative, completely ignoring the wet, slurping sounds Ling Ying was making on his cock. “As the physician who has massaged your meridians so aggressively, I must perform a visual check-up on your physical vessel. I need to ensure the Qi flow has not caused any superficial hematomas or localized stagnation. Remove your clothes now.”

It was a blatant, outrageous command.

But Gu Ling’s subconscious, thoroughly trained by the grueling, mind-breaking trauma of the previous night, did not hesitate.

‘He is the healer. I must follow all his instructions and allow whatever he deems necessary for my foundation,’ her mind echoed dutifully.

“Yes, Alaric,” Gu Ling replied softly, her voice entirely compliant.

She reached up and untied the sash of her pale lavender dress. She smoothly, obediently let the silk garment fall to the floorboards. She removed her undergarments without a single ounce of hesitation or shame.

She stood completely naked in the center of the carriage. Her flawless, pale skin was heavily marked. The brutal bite marks on her massive breasts, the dark bruises on her elegant neck, and the bright, fading red spank marks on her wide, curvy buttocks were on full display in the morning light.

“Excellent,” Alaric smiled, gesturing to the empty space on the velvet seat right beside him. “Come here. Sit next to me.”

Gu Ling walked forward, her voluptuous hips swaying naturally. She sat down on the plush velvet directly beside Alaric.

He did not waste a moment. As the massive golden carriage lurched into motion, taking to the skies, Alaric reached out with his left hand. He grabbed Gu Ling’s massive, heavy right breast, aggressively fondling the soft, pliant flesh, his thumb immediately pinching her dark pink nipple.

Gu Ling let out a soft, breathy moan, her body instantly leaning into his touch, her ethereal eyes glazing over with rising arousal as her subconscious prepared to receive the ‘therapy’.

Alaric leaned over, capturing her soft, beautiful lips in a deep, bruising, utterly dominant kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. He sat in the opulent carriage, completely conquering the pristine Princess of the Gu Clan with his hands and mouth, all while the heiress of the Ling Clan continued to eagerly suck and ride his massive dick between her breasts.

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