The wet sound of lips colliding and tongues intertwining was the only thing filling the study.
"Mnh…"
The moan came out low, almost strangled, from Lín Jié's throat when Zhì Yuǎn deepened the kiss. The taste of lotus tea was already gone, swallowed by the dense, feverish flavor of both their Qi and saliva.
He pulled back a fraction of a heartbeat and their lips parted with a wet click. The man's broad chest rose and fell heavily. Zhì Yuǎn slid his firm hands down the sides of her body, dropped to her thighs, and lifted her off the floor without effort. The plan was obvious. Get out of there and take her to the bedroom.
But Lín Jié's hands grabbed the lapels of his tunic with force.
The administrator's green eyes were completely clouded, heavy with the lust she had repressed for so long. She said not a word. She did not explain why. She simply yanked him violently, smashed her own mouth against his again, and took two steps back, dragging him with her until the base of her spine hit the edge of the massive wooden table.
Without breaking the kiss, Lín Jié raised her arms. In a brusque, aggressive motion, she swept the table with her hands and forearms.
Crash!
Stacks of ledgers, commercial alliance scrolls, porcelain cups, jade brushes, and an entire inkwell crashed onto the wooden floor in a chaotic roar. Ink stained the boards.
Zhì Yuǎn simply followed her, watching Lín Jié jump onto the now-empty table, spread her legs, and lock his waist with her thighs, pulling his hips implacably against the center of her legs.
Zhì Yuǎn's dark gaze boiled. A predatory smile of approval tugged at the corners of his lips. He understood the message perfectly.
"Here, then," he murmured against her mouth, his voice hoarse, vibrating with hunger.
He advanced. Both large hands grabbed Lín Jié's thick thighs beneath the silk and squeezed the flesh with a force that made her gasp. Meanwhile her trembling hands attacked the gray tunic, pulling the fabric, fighting the belt until it opened and shoving the layers of clothing aside. The broad, hot chest of divinely sculpted muscle appeared. She sank her nails into his back, scratching the feverish skin.
Lín Jié's dress was closed by a long row of jade buttons that ran from her chest to the high collar. Zhì Yuǎn had no patience. With a crude yank, the sound of tearing fabric and snapping buttons echoed through the study. Three of them flew across the floor. The collar opened, exposing the woman's pale skin and panting cleavage.
"Ah… Yuǎn…" she moaned openly when his hot mouth descended her neck.
Zhì Yuǎn's avid tongue licked the line of her collarbone and sucked the sensitive skin until it left a dark mark, teeth scraping lightly at the base of her throat, staking territory on flesh no one had ever touched.
"You're impatient, Jié," he whispered against her earlobe, hot breath raising every nerve in the administrator's body. His hand climbed her bare leg, immaculate, strong fingers scratching lightly over the soft skin until they found the wet heat beneath her undergarments. "And you're so wet… I thought you liked control."
"Fuck… control…" she gasped, her eyes rolling slightly when two of his thick fingers pressed the wet entrance through the fabric. "Come on… Yuǎn… take me already."
The sound of a slap cracked loudly through the study. Zhì Yuǎn delivered a possessive, stinging strike to Lín Jié's full thigh, leaving the red mark of his hand on the pale skin.
"Don't give me orders with your legs open, Jié," he growled, the tone dripping a dirty arrogance that made her insides clench in pure anticipation. He bit her lower lip, pulled it, and licked the skin. "But since you want it so badly… I'll take all of you, right here."
The sound of undergarments hitting the floor mixed with their heavy breathing. The rest of the ruined silk dress was shoved aside without ceremony, and Lín Jié lay back on the wood, revealing her panting chest completely.
His voracious mouth descended, abandoning the marked neck and leaving a trail of hot saliva until it found the administrator's full breasts. Unlike the slender perfection of some cultivator fairies, Lín Jié's body carried the softness and weight of a mature woman—a delicious contrast against his indestructible physique.
He captured one of the heavy breasts with his hand and took the stiff nipple between his lips. His tongue circled the sensitive peak before sucking it hard.
"Nnh! Yuǎn!"
Lín Jié cried out softly. Her back arched against the hard surface of the table. Her eyes rolled. The brilliant mind could not process the shock that shot from her chest to her lower belly.
But the real torture was happening below.
While he devoured her breasts with wet suction, his hips pressed against hers. The rigid, throbbing, scalding shaft found her soaked intimacy.
He did not enter.
With torturous slowness, Zhì Yuǎn began to rub the broad head of his cock up and down against the wet slit, spreading the administrator's fluids and dragging directly over her swollen bud with every movement.
"Aahn… no… ah…"
Lín Jié babbled. Her hips rose on instinct trying to swallow him, but he pulled back a fraction at the same instant, denying penetration and keeping only the burning, maddening friction. His free hand descended the side of her body. Fingers traced the curve of her ribs and pressed her bare belly. He sank his thumb lightly into her navel and massaged her lower abdomen in firm circles that made Lín Jié's insides throb without control.
"So eager, Jié…" he teased against the skin of her breast, his hoarse voice vibrating through the full flesh. He bit the soft base and made her moan loudly. "Did you really think I'd make it easy after you showed me this side of you?"
"Yuǎn… please…" she begged, her voice breaking, stripped of any pride. The wet friction of the shaft rubbing without pause was driving her insane.
Small spasms began to take her thighs and belly. Her breathing became a succession of desperate moans. The dense heat of his Qi radiated from the shaft that punished her, melting whatever calculation still remained in her head.
"Please, what?" he whispered, dark eyes gleaming with lust while he pressed her belly with his hand and dragged his cock once more against the trembling entrance. "Tell me, Jié. What do you want me to do?"
"Ahh! Just do it already!" she whimpered, green eyes cloudy with frustration and desire.
Unable to endure another moment of that torture, Lín Jié's hands dropped. She grabbed his thick, burning shaft. With a desperate pull, she guided the tip straight against her own entrance and lifted her hips, forcing him to break at once the virginity she had guarded for more than three decades.
The flesh yielded with a wet, heavy snap that echoed through the study. The barrier tore in the first instant. Zhì Yuǎn's thrust did not reach the base. He barely managed to bury half his own length inside the tight, unused channel before the rigid head slammed hard against the final limit.
The impact was straight against the mouth of her womb.
"AAAAAH! YUǍN!"
The scream that tore from Lín Jié's throat was not lust. It was pure shock. Her back arched so violently it lost contact with the wood. Her green eyes flew wide, pupils dilated to the maximum. She felt as if she were being split in half. The thickness and heat of the shaft filling her to the absolute limit made her choke, fingers digging into his perfect shoulders in blind desperation.
"Shh… I've got you. I'm here," Zhì Yuǎn growled, his deep voice vibrating against her neck.
Instead of pulling back, he locked his hips and kept the implacable pressure against her womb. Large hands dropped, grabbed the administrator's slim waist, and anchored her against the table to keep her from thrashing and hurting herself. At the same time, a dense pulse of Primordial Qi burst from his body and invaded her interior through the brutal contact.
The shock of pain lasted only a breath. In the next moment, he released a thick torrent. Yang flooded the trembling walls, melted the agony, and turned it into a wave of pleasure so sharp that Lín Jié's mind simply blanked for an instant.
"Ah! Ahh… ahhh! Yuǎn!"
She began to sob. The pain was being swallowed by an absurd ecstasy. The sensation of fullness was indescribable. The cock pulsed hot deep inside, pressing the deepest point of her belly.
Zhì Yuǎn knew the mortal vessel would not survive what came next. The pulse of Primordial Qi he had injected into the depths of her womb stopped being only an invasion and became a shield. The golden, hot energy wrapped the walls of her uterus and the administrator's sensitive interior, strengthening the fragile flesh so it would not tear under the impact of his divinized shaft.
With her interior protected, his right hand dropped to her bare belly. He spread his fingers over the soft skin and released Golden Qi, engraving the technique of the Primordial Mill directly into the still-raw space of her dantian.
The moment the gear locked in place, Lín Jié's interior pulled his Yang with a new hunger. Every inch he buried now spun something inside her, crushing the raw heat and converting it into Primordial Qi that began to line the foundations of her body.
Sensing she was adjusted, Zhì Yuǎn pulled his hips back slightly—almost withdrawing everything—and drove in again with a dry thrust.
Smack!
The sound of skin slapping against wet thighs reverberated through the room. The head of the shaft collided against her womb again.
"AHNNN!"
Lín Jié squealed. Her long legs crossed and locked around his waist with all the strength she still possessed, crushing him against her own body. The continuous impact on that deep point was the final spark. Her mature body, which had never experienced even a fraction of that pleasure, could not withstand the overwhelming surge.
She did not need the time of an incense stick. She did not need a long rhythm. Three deep thrusts, slamming against her root, were enough.
"Yuǎn! Yuǎn— nhhmmmm—!"
She screamed his name like a profane prayer, her full chest rising and falling out of control, nails raking his smooth back and arms. A violent orgasm exploded inside the administrator. Her inner walls began to contract hysterically around the shaft, milking every inch with spasms so strong they made Zhì Yuǎn himself growl low, teeth sinking into the woman's shoulder to endure the grip.
Zhì Yuǎn pulled his hips back, withdrew the burning shaft almost completely, and drove in again to the base.
"AHNN! Yuǎn— nngh—!"
She squealed. Green eyes rolled as a second wave hit her almost immediately. From that moment on, she lost control of her own body and her own mind. Time lost meaning. The woman could process nothing except his weight, his sweet, intoxicating scent, and the cock that was dismantling her.
Zhì Yuǎn lay back on the table and pulled Lín Jié to straddle his lap. The intention was to let her ride, but the administrator could barely support herself on her own knees. Her long legs trembled without control. Faced with that adorable weakness, he smiled, gripped her full hips firmly, and guided the movements, forcing her to swallow him to the hilt again and again while he sucked the mature breasts that swayed over his face.
"Hnnhhh… it's so deep… Yuǎn… nhmm—"
The rhythm gained weight. The dense, wet thud of flesh colliding, in long, implacable thrusts, made the massive wooden table creak under them.
He turned her onto all fours on the wood and lifted the woman's hips to take her from behind. One large hand held her ass. The other spread the soft flesh to watch the shaft drive to the bottom. His voracious mouth descended the length of her spine, sucking and biting the pale skin of her back. Lín Jié screamed muffled against the table, drooling on her own arm, body arching in spasms as a third orgasm ran her over, and then a fourth.
"Nnh—! Aahh—! Nhmmmmmm—!"
Her body no longer asked permission to come. The walls simply clenched and released hysterically, soaking the table and Zhì Yuǎn's thighs. He did not tire of that pleasure. Every hot contraction at the base of his cock milked a heavy weight that made his hips drive back on their own, even deeper, again and again.
Then he pulled her onto her side, pinned one of her legs over his own shoulder to expose her completely, and drove into the soaked, reddened intimacy with a speed that defied sanity.
The other wives endured far more under that predatory rhythm. Lín Jié was only a mortal cultivator, despite a beauty that surpassed any ordinary human. Her physical limit was tragically short.
Not even the time of half an incense stick had passed and the Shadow Administrator was already completely ruined.
"Yuǎn… ah… enough… please… I can't take it!" she whimpered incoherently, face bathed in sweat and tears, voice hoarse from screaming.
He kissed the knee resting on his shoulder and did not let her go. Her desperate grip still pulled. Still sucked his shaft. And he still wanted to devour more.
When he hit the deepest point of her belly in a final, brutal sequence of thrusts, Lín Jié let out a strangled scream.
"YUǍN— nhhmmmmmm—!"
The ninth orgasm shattered her, mixed with the Qi the newly engraved Primordial Mill crushed without rest. The shock melted the rest of her reason. Green eyes rolled back, this time without returning to normal. Her breathing failed in a trembling sigh. The brilliant mind finally found the dark. Lín Jié fainted on the table, her sweaty, exhausted body giving out like a broken puppet.
Even unconscious, the body continued to serve him. The hot, soaked interior still spasmed, sucking and milking his shaft with a possessiveness her feminine instinct refused to abandon. The Mill turned slowly in her dantian, swallowing every pulse of Yang that still throbbed inside.
Zhì Yuǎn stopped for a moment. He looked down and appreciated what remained of the work. Skin marked by red bites. The slim waist with pressure marks, the wide hips stained with fluids and sweat. Hair spread across the spilled ink on the floor.
A satisfied smile curved his lips. He gripped her waist again. Under the solitary light of the study candles, he continued to take the unconscious body of his new woman. The wet sound and the dense weight of the thrusts echoed for a long time before he finally yielded.
He buried the shaft to the root and came deep, filling her womb with his own essence in one scalding pulse after another. Lín Jié did not even wake. Only a loose, unconscious moan escaped her throat.
"Nhmm…"
The study was left with only the man's heavy breathing, the woman's almost mute moans, the intoxicating smell of sex, and the ink drying on the floor.