Chapter 224: Chapter 224: A Marvel of Excess [Half R18]
The high-speed descent down the rugged slopes of the Crimson Mountain Range was nothing more than a casual warm-up for Shen Yu.
Moving like a ghost under the cover of the fading twilight, his boots clicked silently against the jagged stones, leaving no traces behind.
By the time the primary moon had fully ascended, casting its pale silver glow over the sprawling, black-smog-choked expanse of Crimson Iron City, he had already slipped past the outer walls undetected.
Instead of returning immediately to his inn, Shen Yu drifted through the outer rings toward the central commercial district.
He wanted to see if the gears he had set in motion were turning at the proper speed.
He didn’t have to wait long to find his answer.
Unlike the loud, chaotic preparation of an open military campaign, the grand headquarters of the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union was operating under a veil of absolute, suffocating secrecy.
There were no shouting disciples or frantic hauling of crates in the open.
Instead, behind the locked, reinforced iron doors of the inner courtyard, the alchemy faction worked in total silence.
Highly trusted inner disciples were quietly sealing crates, moving them through underground tunnels, and preparing the logistical drop points under the sharp, whispering orders of senior managers.
The air was thick with tension, but it was the electric adrenaline of an assassin group preparing a flawless, unseen ambush.
Standing on the roof of an opposite teahouse, hidden completely in the shadow of a broad eave, Shen Yu watched the quiet stillness below with a cold, appreciative smirk.
’It seems Bai Ruolan didn’t waste a single breath,’ he mused internally, his hidden golden pupils reflecting the pale moonlight.
’She bypassed Zhao Tianxing, forced old Meng De’s hand, and locked down the grand elders. Exceptional.’
He smirked and then with a faint ripple in the ambient spiritual frequencies, his form dissolved entirely from the rooftop, leaving nothing but the passing mountain breeze.
A moment later, he materialized back inside the quiet sanctuary of his private room at the inn.
The long sprint and the absolute slaughter in the mountains hadn’t left a single spec of dust on his dark green robes.
Settling loosely into a wooden chair, he struck a small copper bell on the low table, summoning the exceptionally voluptuous woman who managed the floor.
Her name was Huo Lin.
"Bring up a meal," he commanded smoothly as she opened the door, his voice carrying the effortless authority of a man who owned the space he inhabited.
"Right away, Master," Huo Lin murmured, her voice a low, honeyed purr.
She returned just a few minutes later bearing a heavy silver tray laden with spiritual venison and fine wine.
But it wasn’t the food that drew the eye.
She had clearly used the brief window to change into an outfit that stretched the absolute boundaries of decency.
Her deep crimson robes were impossibly loose at the collar, plunging down to her mid-torso.
Her massive, heavy breasts were practically spilling completely out of the silk, the strained fabric doing everything it physically could just to hold the violent weight of her cleavage.
With every step she took, her voluptuous figure swayed with an agonizing rhythm, her nipples pressing tightly against the thin inner lining.
Shen Yu casually tracked her movements, his cold green eyes resting on her heavy chest before shifting to her flushed face.
"Leave the tray. And stay to accompany me for dinner."
A sharp, electric thrill shot straight down Huo Lin’s spine.
For the last two days, she had been living on a razor’s edge.
Ever since he had ruthlessly dominated her body forty-eight hours ago, the mere memory of his monstrous dick had left her completely undone.
She had spent the entire day walking around the inn with her inner thighs dripping wet, her throbbing pussy practically itching for him to tear her apart again.
"It would be this servant’s absolute honor," she whispered, her breath hitching as she carefully knelt on the floor mats beside his table.
The meal proceeded in an oppressive, absolute silence.
Neither of them spoke a word, but the air inside the locked room grew impossibly heavy with a thick, suffocating lust.
Huo Lin barely touched her food, her large, dark eyes were entirely locked onto his handsome, chiseled face, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as she watched his elegant movements.
Once the plates were cleared, she slowly began stacking them back onto the silver tray.
A heavy pang of disappointment settled deep in her chest. He hadn’t touched her once during the entire hour.
He hadn’t even spared her a teasing word. It seemed as though the eccentric powerhouse had zero intention of indulging his carnal desires tonight.
Sighing silently, she lifted the heavy tray and began walking toward the door, her shoulders slumping slightly.
She had put so much effort into tempting him tonight, hoping to surprise him with her absolute compliance, yet he was treating her like an invisible ghost.
But just as her fingers brushed against the brass door handle, his smooth, leisurely voice cut through the quiet room.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Huo Lin froze. A bright, sinful smile instantly broke across her face. She slowly turned around, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird as she met his gaze.
Shen Yu leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a thoroughly wicked, dark smirk. "Strip."
An intense rush of heat flooded her lower abdomen.
Without a single second of hesitation, she set the heavy tray down on a side stool and reached for her sash.
She pulled the silk knot, allowing the loose crimson robes to slide effortlessly off her shoulders and pool around her ankles, exposing her entirely naked form to the flickering candlelight.
She was an absolute marvel of excess.
Huo Lin was staggeringly voluptuous, her massive, heavy breasts hung low and heavy, tipped with thick, dark aureolas that shivered in the cool air.
Below her narrow waist, her hips flared out into a massive, wide ass, paired with a soft, beautifully protruding stomach that only added to her hyper-feminine, breeding-flesh appeal.
In terms of pure, raw bustiness, she was technically even larger than Xu Yi, though Xu Yi remained in an entirely different league of her own due to the pristine, sacred purity of her ancient bloodline.
But for a common city bitch, Huo Lin was an exquisite piece of meat.
As she stood there trembling, a calculating thought crossed Shen Yu’s mind. ’I should mark her. Turn her into an absolute, soul-bound slave.’
Placing a slave seal on her soul wouldn’t just ensure her absolute, unshakeable loyalty to his whim, it would also give him a permanent, unbreakable grasp over the inn’s Silent Whisper network.
Through her eyes and ears, every single piece of rogue intelligence passing through the lower rings of Crimson Iron City would belong to him.
Shen Yu slowly stood up from his chair.
He began to leisurely circle around her naked, trembling body, his dark green sleeves fluttering as he inspected her from head to toe as if he were appraising a rare, inanimate object brought to an auction block.
Feeling the freezing, heavy weight of his predatory gaze tracing over her exposed skin, Huo Lin’s entire body flushed a deep, vibrant red.
The sheer humiliation of being inspected like a piece of livestock didn’t disgust her, instead, it sent a wave of slick, hot juices pouring down the back of her thighs, her submissive soul absolute in its desire to be thoroughly used to serve his monstrous lust.
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