"The guards are gone," Lin Tian growled softly, stepping forward and pulling her hips to the very edge of the desk. "Which means you don’t have to stay quiet anymore."
Madam Shen’s chest heaved violently. Her beautiful, mature eyes were glazed with a heavy mixture of overwhelming lust, exhaustion, and a lingering trace of fear. "Master... the standard privacy ward on this office is only a basic array. It might not be enough to hide the noise if I..."
She couldn’t finish. Her cheeks burned a deep red. She knew exactly how loud she could get under his touch.
Lin Tian smirked.Without looking away from her flushed face, he flicked his wrist. Two low-grade spirit crystals shot out from his spatial pouch, landing precisely on the opposing corners of the heavy mahogany desk.
His finger blurred through the air, carving a series of complex glowing runes that linked the crystals to the existing ward.
Buzz—!
A faint spiritual ripple formed a shimmering dome over the desk.
"I have layered an Inverse-Sound Rune over the basic ward," Lin Tian said calmly. "Any sound produced inside this boundary will be cancelled by an opposing spiritual vibration. Even a Foundation Establishment Elder standing outside that door will hear nothing. Scream as loud as you want, my Queen."
The absolute certainty in his voice shattered the last of her restraint.
Lin Tian didn’t waste another moment. His large, calloused hands gripped the hem of her tight, silver-white spirit-silk undergarment. With a swift and decisive pull, he stripped it away, tossing the expensive fabric carelessly onto the floor.
Her voluptuous figure was completely bare under the soft glow of the spirit-pearls. Jade-like skin flushed a deep rosy pink. Heavy breasts swayed with every ragged breath, peaks hardened into tight, inviting pearls.
He stepped between her parted thighs. His dense chest pressed flush against hers as he claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss. At the same time his broad arm swept across the desk.
*Crash! Clatter!*
Jade ledgers, ink pots, and spirit-brushes scattered across the floor. The pristine workspace of the Outer Sect’s Head Manager had become her Sovereign’s bed.
"Master... Ah!" Madam Shen whimpered into his mouth.
The cold wood against her bare back contrasted sharply with the furnace-like heat of his body. Violent shivers ran down her spine.
Lin Tian’s lips trailed to her neck. He nipped her collarbone hard enough to draw a sharp gasp. His rough hands captured her heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh with possessive force while his thumbs flicked and rolled the hardened peaks.
"You manage tens of thousands of disciples. You calculate millions of spirit stones," he whispered against her skin. His hand slid lower, tracing her flat stomach before dipping between her thighs. She was already slick and weeping. "Show me how much stress you’ve accumulated, Shen."
He stroked her most sensitive core with a calloused thumb.
Madam Shen’s back arched violently. Her legs locked around his waist.
"Please... Master, please!" she begged, every trace of Matriarchal pride gone. "Give it to me. Break me!"
Lin Tian’s eyes burned. He positioned himself at her entrance, letting her feel the thick, pulsing heat. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
"AHHHHH!"
She threw her head back and screamed without restraint. The spirit crystals flared. The opposing vibration crushed the sound wave instantly. Not a single echo escaped.
Her long silver-black hair scattered across the polished wood. Inner walls, scalding and slick, clamped around him with desperate tightness, as if trying to devour him whole.
Lin Tian gripped her hips and began to thrust with brutal, relentless rhythm.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Wet, heavy impacts mixed with the rhythmic creaking of the heavy desk. Each stroke drove deeper, striking her most sensitive depths with punishing accuracy.
"Ah! Master! Yes! Deeper! Harder!" Madam Shen sobbed, nails digging crescent marks into his shoulders.
Outside this room she was the icy Matriarch who made deacons tremble. Right now, pinned to her own desk with her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, she was completely conquered—happily reduced to a whimpering slave to his pleasure.
Lin Tian grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. Completely immobilized, she could only take every devastating stroke.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Tear-filled eyes met his predatory gaze.
"Who do you belong to?"
His hips snapped forward in a rapid, relentless staccato that tore a long unbroken wail from her throat.
"You! I belong to you! Only you, my Sovereign!"
The ambient temperature inside the dome spiked. Their energies reached the critical threshold of fusion.
System, initiate Primordial Yin-Yang Synergy.
[Ding! Primordial Yin-Yang Synergy Activated.]
[Target: Madam Shen (Obsession Level: 100%)]
[Status: Yang Energy transfer optimal. Target’s cerebral meridians rapidly clearing. Severe mental fatigue is being purged.]
A scorching golden current of Yang Qi surged from his Dantian, flooding into her through their connection. It rushed upward like a tidal wave, targeting her exhausted mind and sluggish cerebral meridians.
Madam Shen’s eyes widened. The massive mental fatigue—days of endless calculations, politics, and the terror of deceiving the Inner Sect—was incinerated by the burning Yang.
In return, a thick torrent of her pure, refined Yin energy flowed back into him, wrapping around his meridians like cool silk and nourishing his explosive strength.
"Master... your energy... heavens, it feels so good!" she cried, body trembling as the dual cultivation peaked. The pleasure was no longer only physical. It was soul-deep ecstasy resonating through every meridian.
"Take all of it," Lin Tian growled.
He released her wrists, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her flush against him. He bent down and captured one heavy breast in his mouth, sucking fiercely while biting the sensitive peak. His hips delivered the final punishing strokes.
"AH! I’m... I’m breaking! Master, I’m cumming!"
Her body arched like a drawn bowstring. Inner walls spasmed with crushing force, milking him so tightly it felt like she was trying to wring every drop from him.
Lin Tian let out a deep guttural roar. He drove forward one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and released a scalding flood of Primordial Essence deep inside her core.
[Ding! Deep Synergy Concluded.]
[Target’s mental fatigue has been completely eradicated. Vitality restored to 100%.]
[Warning: Massive volume of pure Yin Qi harvested. Host’s Dantian has reached absolute maximum capacity for Qi Gathering Level 8. Manual consolidation is urgently required to break the Level 9 bottleneck.]
Lin Tian’s eyes snapped open. The heavy Yin energy swirled inside his Dantian like a trapped tempest. If he did not compress it immediately, the precious gift would disperse.
He withdrew slowly. Madam Shen let out a soft unsatisfied whimper and collapsed limply onto the desk, chest heaving through the aftershocks.
Lin Tian sat cross-legged on the edge of the desk, bare-chested and glistening with sweat. He closed his eyes, formed a cultivation mudra, and activated his Primordial Yang-Tyrant Body.
A faint golden-blue aura radiated from his skin. Temperature in the sealed office fluctuated wildly between scorching heat and freezing cold.
Madam Shen opened her heavy-lidded eyes. The hazy look was gone, replaced by a radiant, vibrant glow. Her mental fatigue had been completely wiped out.
She stared in awe. Dense spiritual energy swirled around her Sovereign like a miniature hurricane. He was forcibly compressing the massive Yin she had given him, ramming it against his bottleneck with ruthless precision.
Crack...
A faint sound like breaking glass echoed from within his body.
He gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his scarred face.
CRACK!
An invisible shockwave blasted outwards from Lin Tian’s body, sweeping across the room and fluttering Madam Shen’s silver-black hair. The golden-blue aura around him stabilized instantly, retracting into his skin and leaving behind a profound, ocean-like calmness.
[Ding! Breakthrough Successful.]
[Host has officially advanced to Qi Gathering Level 9. Foundation is evaluated as: Flawless.]
Lin Tian opened his eyes. The stellar depths of his pupils flashed with cold, sharp light. The dense power of Qi Gathering Level 9 coursed through his veins like liquid lightning.
He looked down at the beautiful, completely surrendered woman lying naked on her own desk.
Madam Shen pulled herself up. Her generous curves swayed as she collapsed against his broad chest, arms wrapping lazily around his neck. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and planted a tender kiss against his collarbone.
"Master..." she purred softly, planting a tender, lingering kiss against his collarbone"If Deacon Liu knew what was happening on the very desk where I stamp his logistics reports... he would likely cough up a liter of blood and die from sheer anger."
Lin Tian let out a dark, resonant chuckle, his large hand slowly stroking her damp, silver-black hair.
"Let him enjoy his arrogance for three more days," Lin Tian murmured, his eyes flashing with cold, ruthless calculation as he looked at the scattered ledgers and discarded silk on the floor. "When the Weapon Exhibition begins, we won’t just break his pride... we will swallow his entire faction whole."
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