The Main Hall, which had only moments before been bustling with laughter and the clink of crystal cups, suddenly fell silent. Wei Yan stood at the center of the room, his domineering aura overflowing, sweeping every corner with a thrilling warmth. With a graceful yet powerful wave of his hand, a spatial phenomenon occurred. The entire sandalwood table, the remnants of the heavenly delicacies, and the magnificent chairs vanished in an instant, as if pulled into another dimension.
In its place, upon the vast marble floor, appeared a giant extra-large bed with gleaming maroon silk sheets. The bed was surrounded by transparent curtains that hung from the ceiling, creating a vast altar bed, large enough to accommodate all the wives present. The aromatherapy scent of Midnight Jasmine flowers began to fill the air, triggering a rush of hormones and energy within the bodies of every woman standing around the area.
Ning Shuang looked stunned, her face heating up to her ears. She clutched the hem of her dress, feeling incredibly nervous at the swift transition from formal banquet to genuine intimacy.
Wei Yan turned to her, giving her a faint, reassuring yet authoritative smile. "Don't be shy, Ning Shuang. You're one of us now. So, pay attention and learn. There's no room for doubt here," Wei Yan said softly. His gaze then shifted to the woman who had accompanied him with unwavering loyalty. "Yuantong, come."
Li Yuantong stepped forward without hesitation. His light gown rustled as he climbed onto the giant bed, his movements graceful yet full of longing. Wei Yan followed him, and the two of them now sat cross-legged facing each other amidst the expanse of red silk. The other wives—Ao Ningyan, Lan Xiyi, Zi Lan, and the others—sat around the giant bed in meditative positions, bearing witness to the sacred vows that were about to be exchanged.
Wei Yan took Li Yuantong's palms in hers and held them tightly. The heat from their palms fused, creating a small circulation of energy that began to swirl.
"With my coming of age, and with you and the others as both witnesses and bridegrooms, now... you are truly my wife," Wei Yan said in a deep baritone voice, quivering with a solemnity that weighed heavily on the air in the hall.
Li Yuantong's eyes were glassy, but his gaze was strong. He no longer saw Wei Yan simply as his Young Master, but as the center of his entire existence. "I, Li Yuantong, am your wife forever. In joy or sorrow, in glory or in failure, I dedicate my life, body, and soul to you, Wei Yan," he replied in a firm voice.
Those words became a magical seal. Without hesitation, Wei Yan pulled Yuantong closer. Their faces met, and their lips connected in a gentle yet forceful opening kiss. It was a kiss that marked a change in status, from devotion to union.
However, the tenderness was short-lived. The passion fueled by the sacred alcohol and the sacred atmosphere soon took over. Their kiss turned into a deep, wet French kiss. Their tongues tangled, exchanging flavors and spiritual energy. Li Yuantong's breathing began to become heavy, filling the silence of the hall, which was now growing increasingly heated.
Wei Yan's hands began to move, enveloping Yuantong's body in a warm embrace until there was no longer any space between them. Skin against skin through the thin layer of clothing was beginning to feel irritating. Li Yuantong returned the embrace with equal force, leaning his entire weight against Wei Yan's strong, broad chest.
"Master... Wei Yan..." Yuantong murmured between kisses, calling his name in adoring tones.
Slowly, the warm embrace turned into an aggressive one. Wei Yan flipped over, laying Yuantong down on the silk sheets while he pinned him down with complete dominance. Wei Yan's hands began to explore, tracing Yuantong's curves with demanding touches. From her slender waist to her smooth shoulders, Wei Yan's every touch left a trail of heat that made Yuantong squirm.
Li Yuantong didn't remain silent. With the courage born of his love, he began to caress Wei Yan's back, his nails digging lightly into her husband's skin as his passion grew. They rubbed against each other on the giant mattress. The friction of the silk fabric against their skin created a swishing sound that pumped the adrenaline of the onlookers.
The other wives watched with bated breath. Zi Lan bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening at the wild intimacy unfolding before her. Ao Ningyan, usually haughty, now looked transfixed, her face flushed red, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Ning Shuang, meanwhile, could only cover her mouth with her hand, shocked but unable to look away from this intense "learning" process.
Wei Yan began kissing Yuantong's neck, placing small bites that made her puff out her chest and moan loudly toward the ceiling. The energy in the room began to churn; Wei Yan's Chaos Body began to respond to this passion by emitting a faint golden aura, while Yuantong's body radiated a soft greenish glow. The two auras began to dance, entangling themselves as their bodies continued to interact heatedly.
They continued to grope each other, exploring every inch of their partner's body as if this were their first time truly touching as husband and wife. Li Yuantong released all his bonds, allowing himself to become Wei Yan's canvas. Their embrace grew tighter and more aggressive, as the desire to become one grew unstoppable.
Under the watchful eyes of the eight other wives, Wei Yan and Li Yuantong demonstrated that this marriage was not merely a promise, but a complete fusion between two entities. This preliminary session had only just begun, but its intensity already ignited the air in the Main Hall, leaving a deep impression on Ning Shuang, who now realized that becoming part of Wei Yan meant surrendering to an endless storm of passion.
The real dual cultivation session was now imminent, as Wei Yan began to undress the final layer of clothing between them, watched by the eager eyes of the other brides.
Under the watchful eyes of eight pairs of eyes gleaming with desire and curiosity, the atmosphere on the giant bed reached a boiling point. The air seemed to crackle with static electricity generated by the meeting of two completely open souls. In a state of heightened passion, Wei Yan and Li Yuantong began to remove the remaining barriers between them, one by one.
Their movements were no longer orderly, but driven by a primal instinct demanding union. From the top of Wei Yan's black robe, which was pulled back, revealing a broad chest with perfectly defined muscles, to Li Yuantong's silk gown sliding down his smooth shoulders. Every inch of exposed skin elicited muffled gasps from the watching wives.
"Yuantong... you are far more beautiful than I imagined," Wei Yan whispered hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the figure beneath him.
"Master... my body, my soul... it's all yours," Yuantong replied breathlessly.
When the last piece of cloth on Yuantong's upper body was completely removed, Wei Yan froze for a moment. The warm lantern light reflected off Yuantong's pale, almost translucent skin, flawless. Wei Yan's attention was drawn to her beautifully heaving breasts—a perfectly proportioned 39G, firm and inviting. Her small, cute nipples were taut and reddish amidst her neat, yet well-defined areola, a sign of perfect, well-maintained development.
"Amazing... you're so perfect, Yuantong-er," Wei Yan praised sincerely, his fingers trembling as he reached to touch them.
Simultaneously, Wei Yan's natural aphrodisiac properties—derived from the awakening of his Chaos Spiritual Root—began to seep out through his pores and breath. This intoxicating masculine scent assaulted Li Yuantong's senses, triggering an uncontrollable thirst within him. Yuantong felt as if every cell in his body was screaming for more; he craved Wei Yan's dominance, he wanted to be subjugated to nothing.
"Please... Master... conquer me... don't let me go," Yuantong whimpered, his eyes glazed over and pupils dilated with overwhelming passion.
Wei Yan no longer held back. With a domineering move, he grasped Yuantong's left breast with his large palm. At first, it was a gentle, superficial touch, but as Yuantong's moans intensified, the touch turned into a deep, demanding squeeze. Soon, both hands were at work, reshaping the softness beneath his fingers.
"Ahhh! Wei Yan... harder... please..." Yuantong's pleas pierced the hall.
Wei Yan lowered his head, beginning his obsessive assault. He kissed gently around the collarbone, then down to the challenging twin peaks. His tongue began to play, licking the sensitive area around the areola before finally engaging in a strong, obsessed suck.
The wet sucking sound, combined with Yuantong's wild moans, created a highly provocative harmony in the hall. Wei Yan sucked as if he were drinking the nectar of life, while his hand continued to knead the other side in an aggressive rhythm.
"You're so sweet, Yuantong... I could spend forever just here," Wei Yan murmured between his sucks.
"Master... ahh! I... I can't take it anymore... suck deeper... own me completely!" Yuantong exclaimed, arching his back, hugging Wei Yan's head to bury his face deeper into his chest.
Outside the curtain, the wives watching began to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac spilling from the mattress. Zi Lan was seen feeling her own chest with her eyes closed, while Ning Shuang trembled violently, realizing that what she was witnessing was the purest and most devastating form of surrender. Yuantong continued to plead and moan, her voice filling every corner of the hall, signifying that she had completely lost herself to her husband's beautiful conquest.
The aphrodisiac radiating from Wei Yan's Chaos Body had now permeated the entire hall, creating an invisible yet deadly haze of passion. Outside the transparent curtain, the watching wives could no longer maintain their composure. The heat surging through their veins made the silk against their skin feel like burning embers, tormenting them.
Zi Lan was the first to give in to her instincts. With eyes gleaming with desire and breathing heavily, she stood and unhesitatingly tugged at the hem of her dress, causing the entire garment to fall to the marble floor, completely exposing her alluring curves. "I can't wait any longer... this thirst... only Young Master can quench it," she groaned, touching her own body. Inspired by Zi Lan's boldness, Ao Ningyan, Lan Xiyi, and the others began to follow suit, shedding their dignity and clothing in a frenzied harmony of movements under the influence of Wei Yan's pure lust.
In another corner, Ning Shuang could only gape, trapped in a mix of discomfort and a frantic heartbeat. Witnessing the sight of these great women now so innocent and yearning for their husbands nearly shattered her sanity. However, beneath her embarrassment, she felt a strange sensation she had never felt before; her lower regions began to feel hot and itchy, a natural signal from her body that secretly yearned for Wei Yan's dominant touch to touch her. She could only squeeze her own fingers, waiting for her turn in this increasingly uncontrollable storm of lust.