The silence that had ensued after Shen Ruolin's conquest was suddenly shattered by a small, adorable snort. At the edge of the giant bed, Zi Lan stood with her arms crossed beneath her beautifully heaving chest. Her usually cheerful face was now drawn, her lips pursed sharply, creating a sulky expression that contrasted sharply with her charming innocence.
"Older sister! This is so unfair!" Zi Lan exclaimed in a mock-pampered tone. "Why do Ruolin-jie and Yuantong-jie always get such a good portion first? I've been waiting until my legs are shaking, and you're calling Ning Shuang first!"
Seeing Zi Lan's behavior like a hungry little cat, Wei Yan's baritone laugh erupted, echoing throughout the hall. The laughter was immediately contagious; Shen Ruolin, who had just completed her energy cycle, also smiled at her younger sister's antics. The atmosphere, which had been filled with sacred tension, suddenly became warmer, but still filled with overflowing passion.
Wei Yan shook his head and grinned at Zi Lan. "You're always so uptight, Zi Lan. Alright, if you're so impatient and want to experience it right away, then come with Ning Shuang here right now."
Wei Yan's gaze darkened and deepened as he continued, "But remember, in exchange for interrupting this ceremony, you'll receive far more punishment from me tonight. Are you up to it?"
Zi Lan visibly swallowed hard at the challenge. The word "more" from Wei Yan wasn't just a boast; it meant that her mental stamina would be drained. However, instead of fear, her eyes glinted mischievously. "I... I'll endure it, Master! Anything as long as you don't abandon me and let me stay by your side!"
With agile steps, but slightly trembling from the intense itching below, Zi Lan approached the bed. Beside her, Ning Shuang walked very slowly, her fingers intertwined tightly in front of her. She was guided by Li Yuantong, who gently held her shoulders, imparting mental strength and secret instructions to the Pure Lotus to keep her from fainting.
Wei Yan quickly repositioned himself in the center of the bed. He sat cross-legged. Shen Ruolin, the devoted senior goddess, assumed a prone position in front of Wei Yan. Her head moved rhythmically, expertly using her lips and tongue to pamper Wei Yan's once again erection, ensuring her husband's natural lubrication and readiness remained at their peak.
On Wei Yan's left, Zi Lan immediately plunged into her husband's warm embrace, while on his right, Ning Shuang sat shyly. Ning Shuang's body was in direct contact with Wei Yan's heated skin, which radiated the aura of the Chaos Body, causing the girl's heartbeat to become even more erratic.
"Nghhh... Master... your body is so hot and strong," Zi Lan whispered breathlessly. Without hesitation, she became very proactive tonight. Zi Lan wrapped her arms around Wei Yan's neck and immediately kissed her husband wildly on the lips. The kiss wasn't just a peck, but a noisy, wet battle of tongues, creating adrenaline-pumping sounds.
As if to demonstrate her dominance as the older sister to Ning Shuang, Zi Lan's right hand didn't stay there. She reached to Wei Yan's right side, landing her fingers on Ning Shuang's pristine, supple breast. Zi Lan began to gently squeeze the peaks of her sister's breasts, teasing Ning Shuang's nipples, which had already become erect from the stimulation of the environment.
"Ahhh! B-Big Sister Zi Lan!" Ning Shuang gasped, her body stiffening, but a long moan still escaped her luscious lips.
"Hehehe, look at Shuang-er. Don't just stay frozen like an ice statue," Zi Lan teased between passionate kisses with Wei Yan. "Master really likes women who are bold and know how to pamper. Show me some of the talent you learned from the scriptures."
Ning Shuang, encouraged by Yuantong's gentle instructions and Zi Lan's mischievous provocation, began to work up the courage, though hesitant. Her face flushed red all the way to her ears. She moved her face closer to the side of Wei Yan's head, then very slowly, she began to lick Wei Yan's earlobe, occasionally giving him a cute little nip with her neat teeth.
"Mmm... Master... is this movement of my tongue right?" Ning Shuang murmured in a very low, hoarse, and trembling voice.
Ning Shuang's shy yet sincere movements actually triggered Wei Yan's incredible arousal. Wei Yan abruptly broke off the kiss with Zi Lan and swiftly turned towards Ning Shuang. With a passionate movement, Wei Yan captured Ning Shuang's lips in a deep, dominating kiss.
"Mphhh!" Ning Shuang stared wide-eyed for a moment before finally surrendering to the sensation. She wrapped her arms tightly around Wei Yan's neck, as if he were her only support amidst a storm of passion. Her breath became shallow and ragged as she felt Wei Yan's tongue explore her mouth with full force.
Seeing Ning Shuang completely captivated, Wei Yan's hands began to explore Zi Lan's seductive body on his left side. One hand squeezed Zi Lan's firm buttocks with such force that she moaned loudly, while the other played on top, twisting Zi Lan's nipples in a naughty, fast rhythm.
"AAAHHH! Yes, Master! That's it... destroy me with your big hands!" Zi Lan screamed in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly, seeking friction against Wei Yan's firm thighs.
Wei Yan broke Ning Shuang's kiss for a moment, allowing her to breathe in the remaining oxygen in the increasingly thick air. "You two are truly a deadly combination for my sanity," Wei Yan said hoarsely. "One is so aggressive and challenging, and the other is so pure that it makes me want to defile her right now without mercy."
"Just do it, Master! Defile us both at once tonight!" Zi Lan continued to instigate as her hands moved lower, touching Ning Shuang's already soaking wet sensitive parts. "Look, Master, little Shuang is already flooded... she misses your presence more than anyone else in this hall."
Ning Shuang could only cover her burning face with Wei Yan's shoulder, hiding her mounting embarrassment. "P-Please... Master... it's so itchy and hot... I can't take it anymore..."
The interaction between the three of them created a symphony of moans and groans that filled the hall harmoniously. Shen Ruolin, below, continued to work diligently and patiently, creating wet slurping sounds that added to the intensity of the eroticism on the bed. Zi Lan continued to moan loudly every time Wei Yan's hands explored her nether regions, while Ning Shuang began to moan softly every time she felt Wei Yan's hot breath on her neck.
"Patience, my sweet wives," Wei Yan murmured, pulling them both closer to his hot body. "Your punishment and reward have only just begun, and I won't stop until you both beg for mercy."
The hall was now a veritable vortex of unstoppable passion, as Zi Lan's screams and Ning Shuang's shy moans echoed.
Wei Yan paused for a moment, looking down at Shen Ruolin, who was still faithfully serving him. Gently, he stroked Ruolin's long hair. "Come on, Ruolin, I'm ready for Zi Lan and Ning Shuang. Your service was excellent, and now, you and Yuantong can go to the corner of the bed. Sit cross-legged and accumulate all the spiritual energy gains from our session. Don't let a single drop of cultivation energy go to waste."
"Yes, Husband," Ruolin replied in a husky, obedient voice. She released the restraints and gave one final kiss to the tip of Wei Yan's manhood before leaving. Together with Li Yuantong, they both moved to the corner of the giant bed, closing their eyes to process the hot energy still churning within their inner cores.
Wei Yan's full attention was now focused on the two figures before him. With undeniable authority, Wei Yan laid Zi Lan and Ning Shuang side by side on the red silk, which contrasted sharply with their fair skin. His large, hot hands began to explore downward, lubricating each woman's secret caverns in turn. The wet sound of his fingers playing there made Ning Shuang bite her lower lip, while Zi Lan deliberately opened her legs wider.
"Zi Lan, get ready. You asked for this punishment first," Wei Yan said with a predatory grin.
Without further warning, Wei Yan positioned himself on top of Zi Lan. With one powerful, deep, and powerful thrust, Wei Yan broke the limits of Zi Lan's body and mind.
"AAAKHHHHHHH! YES, OLDER! AH-AKHHH!" Zi Lan screamed hysterically, her voice cracking through the hall. The thrust was so powerful that it instantly triggered an explosive orgasm that rippled through Zi Lan's entire body. Her eyes rolled upward, revealing the whites as her body convulsed stiffly under Wei Yan's weight.
Wei Yan didn't immediately move wildly. He took a clean white handkerchief and wiped away the red blood stains from Zi Lan's conquest—blood that signaled her total commitment. Once the stains were clean, Wei Yan immediately "stepped on the gas." He pumped Zi Lan with hard, fast, and rhythmic movements, creating the sound of skin slapping against Zi Lan's endless screams of pleasure.
As his hips worked mercilessly against Zi Lan, Wei Yan's right hand reached to the side and began to manipulate Ning Shuang's already flooded and throbbing cavern. "Look at your sister, Shuang-er. Listen to her begging me," Wei Yan whispered under his breath.
Ning Shuang had completely lost control of her mind. The aphrodisiac and the wild scene before her eyes had made her inner defenses crumble. She could no longer stand to be a mere spectator. With movements driven by pure lust, Ning Shuang tilted her body toward Zi Lan. She pecked Zi Lan's mouth, devouring her sister's lips passionately, trying to find an outlet for the burning heat that burned within her.
Zi Lan, despite being pounded by Wei Yan, returned Ning Shuang's kiss with equal ferocity. Their tongues tangled greedily between moans. Zi Lan's hands groped Ning Shuang's body intensely, kneading her breasts and occasionally pulling Ning Shuang's thighs closer to their union.
"Mmm... Ahhh... Sister Zi Lan... Master Wei Yan... mmm... I feel... I'm going crazy!" Ning Shuang moaned between kisses.
"Thump... thump... thump!" Wei Yan's pounding against Zi Lan grew louder.
"Keep going... Master! Don't stop! Ahhh! Shuang-er, feel Master's hand... it'll be yours soon!" Zi Lan cried out between their caresses.
"Hahaha, you two are truly thirsty," Wei Yan growled, deepening each thrust until he reached the deepest point in Zi Lan's womb, while his finger down there made Ning Shuang scream in ecstasy she had never imagined. "Ning Shuang, get ready. After I finish punishing Zi Lan, it will be your turn to be completely conquered."
The hall was now the center of a wild storm of lust. On one side, the two senior wives were meditating in the spiritual light, while in the middle of the bed, three people were wrestling in a dance of lust that was about to reach its climax. Ning Shuang trembled violently, her eyes staring at Wei Yan's junior as he thrust in and out of Zi Lan's body, a hunger that had now overcome her shame.
The storm of passion on the giant bed reached its peak as Wei Yan delivered a final, brutal and merciless barrage of thrusts to Zi Lan. Each thrust pierced Zi Lan's womb, leaving her unable to utter anything but a hoarse scream of ecstasy.
"Aaaa ... While continuing to kiss Zi Lan to maintain the circulation of her upper energy, Wei Yan pulled Zi Lan's waist, which was still trembling violently from the prolonged orgasm. Without breaking the union below, Wei Yan sat cross-legged and allowed Zi Lan to sit on him in an upright position.
Spiritual light radiated brightly as their energy cycle perfectly rotated from bottom to top. Zi Lan slumped limply on Wei Yan's shoulder, her breath labored, and tears of joy welled up in the corners of her eyes. Below her navel, a Golden Seal slowly emerged—a tattoo of Wei Yan's ownership, now officially engraved on her smooth skin.
After her energy stabilized, Wei Yan slowly laid Zi Lan back down. As his previous wives had done, Zi Lan, still weak, readily demonstrated her devotion. She tilted slightly to her side, bending her head against Wei Yan's inner thigh to gently service her husband's still erect and throbbing manhood.
"Thank you... Master... this is the most beautiful punishment of my life," Zi Lan whispered between her devotions.
Wei Yan stroked Zi Lan's head, then his sharp, lust-filled gaze shifted completely to the only figure he hadn't yet conquered tonight. Ning Shuang, who had been watching, her body already drenched in his own, trembled violently as Wei Yan's eyes locked on hers.
"Now, Shuang-er..." Wei Yan said in a soul-stirring baritone. "It's time for this Pure Lotus to bloom in front of me."