As Meng Yan sat trembling on the intricately carved chair, Shen Yu looked down at her completely vulnerable form. The sheer, intoxicating allure of the Golden Core Matriarch was undeniable. She was a masterpiece of high-level cultivation, her mature physique honed by decades of martial practice, yet here she was, stripped of her silks, her majestic authority, and her pride, reduced to shivering under his gaze.
Shen Yu, possessing the cold, calculating patience of a demonic grandmaster who had walked the Blood Path for four centuries, had no intention of rushing. He wanted to savor the final, spectacular collapse of the Jin Clan Matriarch.
'Let's see how she tastes,' he thought.
"Part your legs, Senior," Shen Yu commanded, his voice a dark, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate the very air in the incense-heavy suite. "I need to inspect the immediate state of your Yin core to gauge the progress."
