The sprawling master chamber was a chaotic landscape of crumpled crimson silks and scattered pillows, bearing the undeniable evidence of a relentless, hours-long marathon. Tang Yuehua lay on her back near the edge of the massive mattress, her chest heaving as she dragged ragged breaths into her lungs. Her azure hair, damp with sweat, clung to her flushed cheeks and shoulders. She no longer bore any resemblance to a dignified instructor; she was entirely lost to the primal, intoxicating rhythm dictated by the man hovering above her.
Zhang Tian gripped her curvy hips with large, calloused hands, his fingers digging into her pale flesh as he drove his thick cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. He set a brutal, punishing pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming his pelvis forward.
The loud, wet sounds of his thrusts echoed constantly through the opulent room. Tang Yuehua threw her head back, her blue eyes rolling upward as a continuous stream of unabashed, desperate moans spilled from her lips. She didn't try to stifle the noises or hide her reactions. The pain had long since melted into a blinding, electrifying pleasure that demanded her complete surrender. She arched her spine, pushing her hips upward to eagerly receive his heavy thrusts, her inner walls clamping down greedily around his girth.
Zhang Tian leaned forward, his icy blue eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watched her lose her mind to the friction. He didn't waste breath praising her beauty or her newfound compliance; he simply showed his appreciation through the raw, animalistic intensity of his actions. He shifted his weight, freeing one hand to reach out and grab her large, bouncing breasts. He squeezed the soft, heavy globes ruthlessly, his thumb flicking across her stiff, dark pink nipples, drawing a sharp, high-pitched squeal from her throat.
Beside them on the mattress, Ah Yin lounged comfortably amidst the tangled sheets, her deep blue silken gown pushed down around her waist. She watched her husband pound the azure-haired woman with a sultry, affectionate smile.
Zhang Tian reached out his free hand, his fingers tangling in Ah Yin's vibrant crimson hair. He pulled the Blood Silver Empress closer, capturing her lips in a deep, wet kiss. Ah Yin hummed happily against his mouth, her tongue darting out to meet his. He slid his hand down to aggressively fondle her own massive breasts, kneading the plush flesh while he continued to ruthlessly fuck Tang Yuehua's tight pussy.
"Mmm... husband," Ah Yin purred against his lips, her hands roaming over his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders, her fingernails lightly tracing the muscles of his back.
"Ahhhh! Yes! Harder! Master, please!" Tang Yuehua babbled, her sanity completely dissolving as he hit that sensitive spot deep within her core for the dozenth time. Her hands gripped the rumpled sheets tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.
He pounded her relentlessly as the morning gave way to the early afternoon, the sunlight streaming through the frost-warded windows shifting across the floor. He brought her to climax repeatedly, her body shuddering and weeping under his untiring stamina.
Finally, as the afternoon sun reached its peak, Zhang Tian decided to conclude the prolonged session. He gripped her hips with bone-crushing force, his pace turning frantic. With a guttural groan, he drove his cock as deep into her womb as physically possible and unloaded a massive, scalding torrent of his thick white seed directly against her cervix.
Tang Yuehua wailed, her entire body convulsing as she felt the hot flood filling her to the brim. She collapsed backward onto the pillows, completely spent, her chest rising and falling rapidly as thick cum began to leak from her swollen entrance.
Zhang Tian pulled out with a loud, wet popping sound. He stood up from the bed, stretching his arms casually.
"It is getting late in the day," Zhang Tian announced, his voice returning to its calm, aristocratic cadence. "We should wash up. We have other matters to attend to."
Tang Yuehua lay limp on the mattress, her blue eyes blinking slowly as she processed his command. She felt a deep, profound lethargy settling into her bones, but the desire to please him overrode her exhaustion.
Ah Yin smiled, gracefully sliding off the bed. She walked over to Tang Yuehua and offered her a hand.
"Come along," Ah Yin said smoothly. "Let us properly clean our husband."
Tang Yuehua took the offered hand, her legs trembling slightly as she stood up. She followed Zhang Tian and Ah Yin into the adjoining bathing chamber. The room was a masterpiece of polished white jade, featuring a massive, sunken tub filled with steaming, fragrant water infused with rare spirit herbs.
Zhang Tian stepped into the tub, sinking into the hot water with a contented sigh, resting his arms along the smooth jade edge. Ah Yin stepped in gracefully beside him, her crimson eyes gleaming with playful intent. Tang Yuehua followed nervously, slipping into the water and kneeling beside his legs.
"Since you are eager to serve, you should learn how to do it properly," Ah Yin instructed, picking up a soft sponge and handing it to the azure-haired woman. "But first, show the Master how well you can use your mouth."
Tang Yuehua's cheeks flushed a bright crimson, but she didn't hesitate. She moved closer, submerging herself slightly until her face was level with his waist. Zhang Tian's massive dick rested just below the surface of the water, still thick and intimidating.
She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, and leaned forward to take the blunt tip past her lips.
"Use your tongue more," Ah Yin guided from the side, her voice a sultry purr. "Swirl it around the ridge. Don't just bob your head. Make him feel the wetness."
Tang Yuehua obediently adjusted her technique. She swirled her tongue precisely as instructed, taking his thick shaft deeper into her throat, creating wet, sloppy sounds that echoed softly in the steamy chamber. Zhang Tian leaned his head back against the jade rim, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the enthusiastic, eager oral worship.
She sucked and licked his cock tirelessly for several minutes, her hands gently massaging his heavy balls beneath the water. Soon, she felt his hands tangle in her wet azure hair, his grip tightening as his hips began to thrust upward into her mouth.
"Swallow it all," Zhang Tian ordered, his voice a low, dark rumble.
Tang Yuehua didn't pull back. She kept her mouth firmly wrapped around his girth as he erupted, shooting a hot, thick load of his seed directly down her throat. She gulped eagerly, swallowing the copious amounts of cum without a single drop spilling.
When he finally released her hair, she pulled back, licking her lips cleanly. A strange, intoxicating realization bloomed in her mind. She found the salty, musky taste of his seed surprisingly delicious. It carried a strange, potent energy that sent a delightful shiver down her spine. The act of drinking it felt deeply satisfying, almost addicting.
"Good," Ah Yin smiled approvingly. "Now, let me show you another method. Come here and watch."
Ah Yin moved in front of Zhang Tian. She grabbed her own massive, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh tightly together to create a deep, plush valley of cleavage. She guided Zhang Tian's softening cock directly between her breasts, beginning a rigorous, friction-filled tittyfuck. She leaned down, kissing his lips while her hands moved rapidly, the slippery soap and water creating a slick, sliding sensation.
"You see?" Ah Yin murmured, pulling back slightly to look at Tang Yuehua. "Use your assets. Press them firmly against him."
Tang Yuehua nodded eagerly. She waited until Ah Yin moved aside, then took her place. She pushed her own large, mature breasts together, capturing his shaft between them. She rubbed her chest up and down along his length, her dark pink nipples brushing against his skin.
Zhang Tian watched her efforts with a satisfied smirk. He reached out, grabbing her hips to guide her rhythm, increasing the speed until he felt the familiar tension building again. He didn't enter her; instead, he stroked himself quickly between her breasts until he climaxed, spraying his hot seed all over her beautiful face and across her squeezed tits.
Tang Yuehua gasped softly as the sticky fluid splattered across her cheeks and dripped down her cleavage. Instead of wiping it away, she stuck her tongue out, lazily licking the cum from her own lips and chin, her blue eyes locked onto his with a profoundly slutty, devoted expression.
After the explicit lessons were concluded, the two women dedicated themselves to washing his body. They discarded the sponges entirely, opting to use their own voluptuous forms as washing tools. They lathered their massive breasts and soft bellies with fragrant soap, pressing themselves against his broad back and chest, rubbing their slippery curves all over his muscular frame.
The soapy friction inevitably led to another round of uninhibited passion. Zhang Tian grabbed Tang Yuehua by the waist, pulling her onto his lap right there in the warm water. She straddled his hips, sinking down onto his thick cock with a loud gasp, the water splashing over the rim of the tub as he fucked her thoroughly in the steaming bath.
When they finally emerged from the bathing chamber, the afternoon was well underway.
Zhang Tian stood in the center of the bedroom. He raised his hand, channeling a concentrated stream of emerald Life Spirit Energy from his core. The warm, radiant light washed over Tang Yuehua, instantly vanishing the soreness in her thighs, the ache in her jaw, and the profound physical exhaustion that threatened to pull her to the floor. Her body felt pristine, refreshed, and thrumming with vitality.
He walked over to the large mahogany wardrobe and pulled out a set of elegant, refined garments. He tossed a beautiful, flowing dress of dark azure silk onto the bed for Tang Yuehua.
"Dress yourself," Zhang Tian commanded casually, pulling on his own crisp, dark aristocratic robes.
Tang Yuehua quickly dried her hair with a towel and slipped into the azure dress. The fabric was luxurious and tasteful, a stark contrast to the scandalous, exposing outfit she had been forced to wear earlier. It hugged her mature curves perfectly without revealing an obscene amount of skin. Ah Yin also dressed in a sophisticated, deep blue gown that matched her regal demeanor perfectly.
"Master," Tang Yuehua asked softly, smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt. "What should I do now?"
Zhang Tian turned to her, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. A cool, calculating smile touched his lips. "Naturally, I will fulfill my end of the bargain. I promised to let those three trashes return. You will accompany me to see them off."
Tang Yuehua's breath hitched, a sudden, cold knot of nervousness forming in her stomach. The thought of facing Tang Boqin, Tang Jianxing, and Tang Hongyi filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. She knew that the undeniable truth of her submission—the fact that she had become Zhang Tian's willing slut—could not be hidden from them or the Clear Sky Sect for much longer. It was better to rip the bandage off now.
She swallowed hard and offered a small, obedient nod. "Yes, Master."
Ah Yin, standing by the doorway, crossed her arms casually. "I will not be joining you for this little reunion, Husband. I have no desire to look at those brutish fools unless it is to slowly torture them. I will go tend to the gardens."
"As you wish, my Empress," Zhang Tian smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.
Ah Yin glided out of the room, leaving Zhang Tian and Tang Yuehua alone. He gestured toward the door, and she followed him out of the master wing, navigating the quiet, opulent corridors of the mansion. They walked in silence, the atmosphere growing steadily colder and darker as they approached the concealed entrance to the subterranean levels.
They descended the spiraling stone staircase, arriving in the secure, heavily warded dungeon sector.
However, they did not walk toward the foul, sludge-filled pits where the elders had initially been thrown. Zhang Tian led her down a different, much cleaner corridor lined with glowing spirit-lamps. They stopped before a sturdy iron gate that secured a relatively clean, dry cell holding three simple cots.
Inside the cell, the three elders of the Clear Sky Sect sat in tense, terrifying silence.
Tang Boqin, Tang Jianxing, and Tang Hongyi were no longer covered in excrement or bleeding from horrific wounds. Their physical bodies had been completely healed by the mysterious, emerald light, leaving no scars or lingering pain. But their minds were a fractured, paranoid mess.
The previous night had been a living hell. A lowly, unremarkable guard had entered their filthy cell and subjected them to a relentless, unimaginably ruthless session of torture, breaking their bones and slicing their flesh with dull blades, only for the crimson vines to forcefully heal them back to perfect health just to repeat the process. The psychological torment of being butchered by a commoner, unable to fight back or even die, had broken their legendary pride.
They had no idea why they had suddenly been cleaned up and shifted into this dry, secure cell a few hours ago. They huddled together, jumping at every faint sound in the corridor, thoroughly convinced that this new environment was merely the prelude to some new, even more horrific form of torment.
When the heavy iron gate clanked loudly, all three massive men flinched violently, their eyes darting toward the entrance.
They stared in profound shock as the door swung open.
Standing in the doorway was the terrifying monster of the north, Zhang Tian. But standing right beside him, looking immaculate, healthy, and unharmed in a beautiful azure dress, was their sworn sister, Tang Yuehua.
"Yuehua!" Tang Jianxing gasped, scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide with a mixture of overwhelming relief and desperate emotion.
"You came for us," Tang Hongyi choked out, tears of genuine gratitude pricking the corners of his eyes. "You actually came to negotiate our release."
Tang Boqin stood up slowly, leaning heavily against the stone wall. "Sister Yuehua... you saved us from this nightmare. We owe you our lives."
They genuinely believed that she had sacrificed her pride, utilized her vast political connections, or offered some unimaginable ransom to secure their freedom.
Zhang Tian stepped into the cell, his hands resting casually behind his back.
"You three are free to go," Zhang Tian announced, his voice echoing coldly in the confined space. "You will leave this city immediately. You will return to the Star Luo Empire without a single moment of delay. And understand this clearly: if you ever dare to enter the borders of my Frostfall Province again, I will not bother taking you as prisoners. I will simply slaughter you where you stand."
As he spoke those final words, the thick, metallic Blood Silver Vines that had been subtly coiled around their ankles and wrists withered away into dust. The oppressive, sealing pressure on their dantians vanished. Their spirit power, though somewhat depleted, rushed back into their meridians. They were entirely free.
The trio of elders felt a massive, crushing weight lift from their shoulders. The nightmare was over. They needed to grab Tang Yuehua and flee this hellish place before the monster changed his mind.
"Come, Yuehua. Let us leave quickly," Tang Boqin urged, stepping forward to gently grab her arm and guide her out of the cell.
But as his hand reached out, Tang Yuehua did something that shattered their understanding of reality.
She turned her head down, avoiding their gaze entirely. She deliberately backed away from Tang Boqin's outstretched hand, taking two quick steps backward until she was pressing her shoulder firmly against Zhang Tian's chest.
The three elders froze, their hands dropping to their sides.
"Yuehua?" Tang Jianxing asked, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. "What are you doing? We need to go."
Zhang Tian smiled wickedly, his icy blue eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He didn't simply stand there. He reached out with his right hand, wrapping his arm securely around Tang Yuehua's waist. He slid his hand lower, casually and aggressively grabbing her curvaceous buttock right in front of the three staring men, fondling the soft flesh through the azure silk.
"She is quite moist and wonderfully tight," Zhang Tian remarked smoothly, his voice carrying a mocking, conversational tone as he kneaded her backside. "I must thank you three for gifting this wonderful beauty to me. I love her quite a bit, and she has decided to accompany me from now on."
The words hit the elders like a physical blow. Their jaws dropped, their eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated horror and boiling rage.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Tang Boqin roared, his fists clenching as he glared at Zhang Tian. "Take your filthy hands off our sister!"
"Yuehua, what is going on?!" Tang Hongyi demanded, his voice cracking with panic. "Did he do something to your mind?! Are you under an illusion?!"
Tang Yuehua took a deep breath. She knew she had to perform this role flawlessly. She pushed the lingering shame down into the darkest corners of her mind and leaned fully into Zhang Tian's embrace.
She raised her head, looking directly at the three horrified men. A bright, surprisingly happy, and distinctly coquettish smile spread across her beautiful face. She wrapped her arms around Zhang Tian's neck, hugging him intimately, her posture completely mimicking that of a woman who had been utterly conquered and was deeply, hopelessly infatuated with her lover.
"There is no illusion, brothers," Tang Yuehua said, her voice soft and melodious. "I did come here intending to negotiate your release... but I fell for him. A handsome, powerful man like Zhang Tian is hard to resist. I want to forever accompany him from now on as his woman and use my body to pleasure him."
The silence in the cell was deafening. The elders stared at her, their minds simply refusing to process the words coming from her mouth.
"As for the Moon Pavilion in the Star Luo Empire," Tang Yuehua continued casually, leaning her head against Zhang Tian's chest, "I no longer care about it. The Clear Sky Sect can simply choose someone else to lead the pavilion and continue to use its networks. My place is here now."
Zhang Tian didn't even blink at the mention of the intelligence network. He truly didn't care at all about her giving up the Moon Pavilion. He already possessed the greatest, most flawless surveillance network on the continent; a handful of noble gossips meant nothing to him.
Tang Jianxing stumbled backward, shaking his head frantically. "No... no, this cannot be real. Yuehua, you are the pride of our generation! You dedicated your life to the sect! You cannot simply throw it all away to become the plaything of our greatest enemy!"
"He must have used some dark poison on you!" Tang Hongyi yelled, his eyes blazing with furious tears. "We won't let him take you!"
"We will kill him right here!" Tang Boqin bellowed, his spirit power flaring dangerously in the confined space, the phantom of his blazing hammer beginning to materialize in his hands.
Zhang Tian's amused expression vanished instantly. His icy blue eyes turned completely cold, radiating a sharp, suffocating killing intent that crashed down upon the three elders like a collapsing glacier. The temperature in the cell plummeted.
"Why haven't you scrammed yet?" Zhang Tian asked lightly, his voice a chilling whisper that cut through their rising fury. "Did you genuinely enjoy the prison? Or perhaps you wish to experience a few more rounds of being tortured by my guards before you leave?"
The quiet, lethal threat froze the blood in their veins.
The mention of the torture slammed the brakes on their reckless anger. The horrific memories of their bones breaking, the agonizing pain of the dull blades, and the sheer, helpless terror of being trapped in that filthy dungeon flooded their minds. They looked at Zhang Tian, remembering how effortlessly he had shattered their avatars and destroyed their strongest techniques just a few days ago in the snowy plains.
They realized with crushing, humiliating certainty that even if they fought to the death right now, they couldn't even scratch his clothes, let alone save Tang Yuehua.
Tang Boqin gritted his teeth so hard he tasted blood. He lowered his hands, the fiery phantom of his hammer dissipating into the cold air. The profound unwillingness and boiling anger radiating from his posture was palpable.
"You will regret this, Zhang Tian," Tang Boqin hissed, his voice trembling with impotent rage. "The heavens will punish you for this defilement."
"Leave," Zhang Tian commanded simply.
The three elders shot one last, heartbroken, and deeply betrayed look at Tang Yuehua, who maintained her coquettish smile, leaning securely against the monster who had stolen her loyalty.
With heavy, defeated steps, the three Titled Douluos turned their backs and walked out of the cell, marching down the corridor toward the surface. They didn't speak a single word until they were miles away from the towering walls of Crimson Zenith City, flying frantically southward through the freezing skies.
"We cannot hide this," Tang Jianxing said, his voice raw with grief as the wind whipped past them. "We must inform the Sect Leader immediately."
Tang Boqin nodded grimly. He reached into his robes, pulling out the sleek Communication Spirit Tool they had kept hidden during their captivity. He activated the device, establishing a secure connection to the devices held by their leaders across the ocean.
A few moments later, the connection stabilized.
"Boqin? Is that you? What happened?" Tang Xiao's deep, commanding voice crackled through the jade receiver.
Tang Boqin took a ragged breath, detailing their disastrous mission. He explained how they had sneaked into the Frostfall Province to capture a Spirit Master, only to discover the terrifying truth about the Artificial Spirit Bones. He recounted their desperate fight against Zhang Tian, how he had effortlessly captured them, and the horrific torture they had endured in the dungeons.
"He is a monster, Sect Leader," Tang Boqin reported, his voice shaking. "We could not stand against him."
"You are alive," Tang Hao's gruff voice joined the feed. "That is what matters. Return to the Star Luo Empire immediately. We will deal with this new threat."
"There is... there is something else," Tang Hongyi interrupted, unable to hold back his grief. "It is about Yuehua."
The line went silent for a tense moment. "What about Yuehua?" Tang Chen's ancient, authoritative voice demanded, entering the conversation.
"She came to negotiate our release," Tang Jianxing explained, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "But... she betrayed us. She submitted to Zhang Tian."
"What are you saying?!" Tang Xiao roared, the sound echoing loudly from the device. "Yuehua would never betray the sect!"
"She told us herself, Sect Leader," Tang Boqin confirmed, tears freezing on his cheeks. "She said she fell for him. She said she wants to forever accompany him as his woman, to use her body to pleasure him. She abandoned the Moon Pavilion and stood by his side, letting him grope her right in front of us. She has become his woman."
The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying in its depth.
On the distant shores of Sea God Island, the news struck the three leaders like a physical hammer blow to the chest.
Tang Xiao stared blindly at his communication tool, his mind completely refusing to process the horrific reality. His sweet, intelligent little sister, the woman who had guided their intelligence networks with flawless grace, reduced to a willing concubine for their most hated enemy?
Tang Hao stumbled backward, leaning heavily against a palm tree. A profound, suffocating grief washed over him. First his wife, and now his beloved sister. Zhang Tian was systematically tearing away every woman he cared for, turning them against his bloodline. His fists clenched so tightly his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood.
Even the legendary Tang Chen was greatly shaken. His dark eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock. Tang Yuehua was his granddaughter, a proud daughter of the Clear Sky Sect. For her to succumb to such humiliating submission was a stain upon their ancestral honor that could never be washed away.
They deliberately did not share this devastating information with Tang San. The boy was currently focusing entirely on surviving the grueling trials of the Sea God. They believed he needed a clear mind; burdening him with the news of his aunt's betrayal would only shatter his focus.
But as the three men stood on the sandy beach, a dark, boiling rage consumed their hearts. They felt that they absolutely could not take this lying down. The insult was too great, the loss too profound. They vowed silently to the crashing waves that when the time came, they would tear Crimson Zenith City down to its very foundations and make Zhang Tian pay for shattering their family.
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