Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Forever is a Very Heavy Word [Half R18]

"Making babies?" he muttered back, his deep, raspy chuckle vibrating heavily against her rubbing breasts.

"Wanru... do you even understand the weight of what you are asking from this old man?"

Hearing his raspy excuse, Wanru let out a soft, giggling purr.

She boldly reached up, her delicate fingers lightly tracing his jawline.

"You keep calling yourself an ’old man,’ Senior Mo," she whispered, her thumb gently tracing his strong jawline.

"But you and I both know you don’t look old at all. You are young, incredibly handsome, and your body is stronger than any arrogant young master in this entire province."

Shen Yu’s eyes gleamed dangerously.

"Is that so?"

Wanru nodded eagerly, pressing her soft, yielding body even tighter against his slender frame.

"It is. Do you know... before you arrived, I was slated to be married off to the young master of the Ge Clan. He is a disgusting, arrogant, fat pig. Just the thought of him touching me made my skin crawl."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of dark ambition and genuine lust.

"Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for the Cao Clan, the Ge Clan decided to abruptly cancel the marriage arrangement without any prior notice. I was thrilled that I wouldn’t have to spread my legs for that pig, but I also wasn’t stupid. I knew the clan was standing on the absolute brink of destruction."

Her hands slid from his chest up to his shoulders, her fingers tangling slightly in his green hair.

"I was prepared for the worst. But then... you appeared. Like a god stepping out of the shadows, you solved our entire economic crisis with a casual wave of your hand. You completely subjugated everyone."

She leaned her face incredibly close to his, her breath ghosting over his lips.

"Why would I ever want to be the tool of a dying clan, when I could belong to a man like you? So handsome, so young-looking, and wielding such terrifying power. I am entirely ready to give myself to you, Master. My untouched body, my absolute loyalty... everything."

She paused, her voice dropping into a desperate, needy whisper.

"All I ask is that you completely claim me, and keep me by your side forever."

Deep inside the dark ironwood wardrobe, Shuying had to bite down brutally on the sleeve of her slitted silk robe to muffle the desperate moan crawling up her throat.

Hearing her daughter openly offer herself with the exact same opportunistic, slutty logic that ran through her own veins was intoxicating.

Her legs shook violently, the thick fluid pooling between her thighs dripping steadily onto the dark wooden floor of the cabinet.

Shen Yu stared down at the young girl offering herself so shamelessly.

A chilling, utterly wicked smirk stretched across his face.

He completely dropped the "Mo Liu" persona, his aura shifting into the overwhelming, suffocating dominance of the Golden Paragon.

Without a single word of warning, his large hands shot down, gripping Wanru’s waist with bruising force.

He violently hoisted her up by her hips, pulling her flush against his body until her soft core was pressed directly against the heavy, rigid bulge tenting the front of his robes.

Wanru let out a sharp, breathless gasp as the sheer size and heat of his erection branded itself against her lower belly through the thin white silk.

"Forever is a very heavy word, little Wanru," Shen Yu purred, his real voice dark, rich, and dripping with raw, carnal intent. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her trembling mouth.

"But if you are truly begging to be ruined... let’s see if your body can handle the price."

Shen Yu did not immediately throw her onto the bed.

Instead, he kept her suspended against his body, his powerful grip holding her exactly where he wanted her.

He began to move his hips in a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction, grinding his rigid length against her soft mound through the layers of their clothes.

"Ah..." Wanru let out a soft, broken whimper, her fingers clutching his shoulders as the heavy friction sent an immediate shockwave of heat straight to her core.

He took his time, completely ignoring her impatient squirming.

His lips traveled away from her mouth, tracing a slow, burning path down her jawline to the sensitive crook of her neck.

He bit down gently on the soft skin, eliciting a sharp gasp from the girl, before his tongue licked over the mark, soothing the sting with a wet, deliberate stroke.

Deep inside the wardrobe, Shuying’s eyes were pinned wide, her vision entirely consumed by the sight.

From her angle through the wooden slats, she could see the exact way Shen Yu’s large hands dug into her daughter’s lower back, forcing the young girl to take every single bit of his heavy friction.

The slow, rhythmic pace was excruciating to watch. Shuying’s own body remembered that exact, unyielding pressure from the night before, and the visual repetition of it was driving her mad.

She reached down, her trembling fingers slipping through the side slit of her black silk robe, her breath catching as she found herself completely drenched.

Shen Yu, highly attuned to the shifting atmosphere of the room, heard the faint, wet friction coming from the wardrobe. A dark smirk touched his lips against Wanru’s skin.

He slowly let Wanru slide down his body until her bare feet touched the cold floorboards, though he kept her pinned tightly against him.

His hand traveled to the front of her high-collared white dress.

Slowly, torturously, his fingers hooked into the edge of the plunging teardrop cutout.

With a sudden, controlled snap of his wrist, the thin, translucent silk tore down the center, exposing her round, pale breasts to the cool air of the room.

Wanru shivered, her hands instinctively rising to cover herself, but Shen Yu caught her wrists in a single hand, pinning them behind her back.

"Look at me, Wanru," he commanded, his deep voice resonant and heavy with absolute authority.

She lifted her eyes, her gaze completely dazed and pleading.

"You said you wanted to be claimed," Shen Yu murmured, his fingers casually tracing the swell of her breast, teasing the pert peak until it hardened under his touch.

He leaned his head back slightly, making sure his face was fully visible to the hidden onlooker.

"A true masterpiece of alchemy cannot be rushed. Every layer of the cauldron must be heated precisely... until it is completely pliable."

He leaned down, catching one bud between his lips and drawing it in with a slow, heavy suction.

Wanru arched her back, a loud, unrestrained cry escaping her lips as her knees buckled.

"Ohhhhhhh"

She would have fallen if not for his grip on her waist, holding her up as he thoroughly tasted her, marking her flesh with dark, possessive bruises.

Inside the cabinet, Shuying let out a silent, ragged sob of pure arousal.

The sight of her innocent daughter being handled with such dominance was a visual poison.

Her fingers moved faster between her own thighs, her hips twitching against the wooden back of the wardrobe as she watched the master cultivator slowly, beautifully prepare her daughter for absolute ruin.

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