Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Like Mother, Like Daughter

"Enter," Shen Yu commanded smoothly, his voice instantly shifting back into the raspy, deep cadence of the elderly alchemist Mo Liu.

The heavy wooden door slid open with a soft murmur, and Shuying stepped into the chamber.

Shen Yu’s green eyes flared with instant, dark amusement as he took in her appearance.

She had discarded her proper, heavy robes entirely.

In their place, she wore a breathtakingly scandalous, ultra-thin robe of glossy black silk.

The fabric was aggressively slitted down both sides, opening all the way up to her narrow waist.

With every step she took, the plunging cuts fully exposed her exceptionally thick, creamy thighs and the sweeping length of her long, elegant legs.

Underneath the sheer material, her body was completely bare, the dark shadows of her curves perfectly visible under the dim pavilion lanterns.

Rising fluidly from his meditation mat, Shen Yu let his gaze slowly track down the revealing slits of her robe.

A wicked, predatory smirk curled his lips.

"Are you truly this eager to witness how I claim your daughter today, Shuying? You came even earlier than expected, and so thoroughly prepared," he purred, his voice dripping with lust as he stepped closer, his slender, disguised frame casting a shadow over her.

"Tell me... do you want to get fucked right alongside your daughter?"

Hearing the crude, utterly taboo words drop from his lips, a violent shiver rippled down Shuying’s spine.

Her breath caught completely in her throat.

She knew her daughter, Wanru, was fundamentally just like her, an opportunistic creature seeking power, even if the girl was still a bit unversed in the ways of seduction.

And she knew, without a single shred of doubt, that the terrifying man standing before her would ruthlessly break the girl in today.

As a mother, a lingering spark of maternal instinct told her she should protect her child from this fate.

Yet, the moment her mind pictured Shen Yu’s massive, unforgiving length ruthlessly claiming both her own ruined body and her daughter’s untouched core simultaneously, a wave of intense, toxic arousal completely drowned out her sanity.

A heavy, burning pool of fluid instantly flooded her hidden folds, soaking the silk between her thighs.

She had come precisely because she couldn’t resist the urge to watch it happen.

But hearing him lay bare her depraved desire so directly, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

She simply stood before him, her flushed face lowered, giving her answer through absolute, submissive silence.

Shen Yu let out a low, thoroughly entertained chuckle at her compliance.

Moving forward with sudden speed, he reached out, his fingers digging forcefully into her chin to tilt her face up.

He brought his lips down onto hers in a brutal, crushing kiss, his tongue instantly invading her mouth to claim her taste, while his other hand slithered around her waist to heavily cup and squeeze her quivering ass.

Shuying let out a muffled, helpless whine into the kiss, her fingers clawing weakly at his cloak as she melted into his hold.

Knock. Knock.

The sudden, crisp sound against the outer door shattered the heavy silence of the pavilion.

"Senior Mo... it’s time for our scheduled alchemy session. May I come in?" Cao Wanru’s gentle, hesitant voice drifted clearly through the thick wood.

Hearing her daughter’s voice right outside the door while her own mouth was still slick with Shen Yu’s saliva, Shuying violently trembled, a massive surge of excitement and terror paralyzing her limbs.

Shen Yu broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting them as he looked down at her completely dazed, flushed features.

Raising his hand, he delivered a sharp, echoing spank right across her bare, exposed hip.

SMACK!

"Ah—!" she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

"Go hide in the wardrobe," Shen Yu whispered directly into her ear, his tone commanding and completely unyielding.

He pointed toward the massive, dark ironwood wardrobe standing against the far wall, its heavy slatted doors providing a perfectly unobstructed view of the grand, silk-lined bed.

"You can see everything from in there. Don’t make a single sound, Shuying... unless you want your daughter to see what a shameless bitch her mother truly is."

Shuying swallowed hard, her throat dry as she looked from the bed to the dark wardrobe.

Nodding frantically, she clutched the front of her slitted black robe and silently rushed across the room, slipping inside the wooden enclosure and pulling the slatted doors shut until only her gleaming, excited eyes were visible through the gaps.

Once she was hidden, Shen Yu casually smoothed down his dark cloak, a lethal smirk playing on his lips as he turned toward the entrance.

"Come in, Wanru," he called out raspy and smooth.

The heavy ironwood door slid open, and Cao Wanru stepped into the dimly lit pavilion.

Shen Yu’s disguised green eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned her attire, an internal smirk twisting his thoughts.

She had clearly put an immense amount of calculation into her appearance.

She wore a high-collared, pure white silk dress that initially gave the impression of a conservative, untouched fairy from a righteous sect.

However, the design was deliberately, deceptively scandalous.

The fabric was practically translucent under the direct light, clinging tightly to her curves and clearly outlining the lack of any undergarments beneath.

The front featured a plunging teardrop cutout that prominently displayed her modest, pert cleavage, while the sides of the skirt were slit dangerously high, flashing glimpses of her smooth, unblemished thighs with every step.

It was a masterclass in weaponized innocence, a slutty dress masquerading as pure maidenhood.

’Like mother, like daughter,’ Shen Yu thought, his golden pupils flashing with dark amusement beneath his illusionary green gaze.

’Absolute bitches, through and through. It truly runs in their very blood.’

Deep inside the dark ironwood wardrobe, Shuying clutched the silk of her black robe, her breath hitching as she watched her own daughter walk into the tiger’s den wearing such a blatantly provocative outfit.

A mixture of maternal shame and intense, throbbing arousal pooled between her thighs as she pressed her face closer to the slatted wooden gaps.