Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 266: Chapter 266: Wanru’s Throat [R18]

Shen Yu kept his eyes anchored directly on the wardrobe, a chilling smirk playing on his lips as he maintained a slow, agonizingly thorough pace.

He could sense the desperate, wet friction of Shuying’s frantic fingers through the wooden slats because of his spirit sense, and the knowledge of her hidden, agonizing arousal only fueled his commanding dominance over the girl in his arms.

"M-Master..." Wanru whimpered, her hands pinned helplessly behind her lower back by his single, iron-like grip.

Her chest was completely bare now, arched forward as she offered her pale, round breasts entirely to his whims.

"Quiet, little girl," Shen Yu murmured, his voice a deep, magnetic rumble that commanded absolute submission. "I told you to look at me."

Wanru looked up, her green eyes completely glazed over with an intoxicating mix of fear and intense lust.

Slowly, deliberately, Shen Yu lowered his head.

He didn’t rush.

He let his warm breath ghost over her sensitive, hardening peak for several agonizing seconds before his teeth suddenly closed around her rigid nipple.

He bit down, not enough to break the skin, but with a sharp, heavy pressure that made Wanru’s entire body violently twitch in his grasp.

"Ah! Master—!"

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, echoing beautifully throughout the quiet pavilion.

Before she could even process the sting, Shen Yu’s tongue lashed over the throbbing bud with a heavy, wet stroke, drawing the entire swell into his mouth with an overwhelming, rhythmic suction.

He thoroughly feasted on her young flesh, alternately biting and pulling until her chest was completely covered in red, possessive marks.

Deep inside the wardrobe, Shuying’s breathing had devolved into ragged, short gasps.

She pressed her face so hard against the wooden slats that the edges dug into her skin, her eyes wide as she watched her daughter’s pure facade get ruthlessly dismantled.

The visual contrast of her innocent daughter moaning under the same savage dominance that had broken her own body just a night ago was an addictive poison.

Her hand moved in a chaotic, frantic blur between her soaking thighs, her hips bucking silently against the back of the cabinet.

Satisfied with the state of Wanru’s breathless arousal, Shen Yu finally released her wrists.

But before she could recover, he gripped her chin with bruising force, twisting her face up and crushing his mouth against hers.

It was an overwhelming display of dominance, his tongue pushed past her teeth with ruthless intent, thoroughly exploring her sweetness and claiming her mouth as entirely his.

"Mhmmmmm"

Wanru let out a muffled, helpless sob into the kiss, her smaller hands flying up to grip around his neck, trying to find her balance as the sheer force of his passion turned her legs into water.

Wanru melted entirely.

Her knees buckled completely, and she slid helplessly down his athletic frame until she was kneeling on the cold floorboards directly at his feet.

Shen Yu stood tall, deliberately positioning himself so that his front faced the wardrobe perfectly.

He looked down at the submissive girl resting against his knees, his hands casually untying the sash of his own heavy robes.

As the dark fabric parted, his massive, rigid length sprang free, thick, heavily veined, and pulsing with a terrifying heat.

Wanru’s breath caught in her throat.

Seeing the monstrous size of his erection up close, a sudden wave of maidenly terror flashed through her dazed mind.

"Master... it’s... it’s so big..." she whispered, her hands trembling as she hovered them near his thighs.

"Did you not say you were ready to give me everything?" Shen Yu’s voice cut through the air, cold, commanding, and leaving absolutely no room for hesitation.

He wrapped his fingers firmly into her silky hair, tilting her head back to force her gaze upward.

With his other hand, he gripped his thick length and delivered a sharp, deliberate slap across her flushed cheek.

Wanru let out a breathless moan at the impact, the raw humiliation and dominance of the gesture causing a sudden, heavy surge of fluid to leak between her thighs, soaking her legs.

"Take it," he commanded, his deep voice carrying an unyielding weight.

Yielding completely to his suffocating authority, Wanru swallowed any lingering hesitation.

She leaned forward, her small, delicate hands wrapping around the thick base of his shaft.

She began to stroke his length, her green eyes fixed on his in absolute submission.

As she moved her hands, she leaned closer, inhaling the potent, masculine scent of his essence.

A primal urge to please him took over; she pressed a devoted kiss against the crown of his length, looking up to ensure he witnessed her compliance.

With her gaze locked into his, she parted her lips wide and leaned forward, guiding the heavy crown past her lips.

She pushed herself forward to take him deeper, and the moment his length brushed the back of her throat, her eyes instantly welled with tears.

Fighting her natural reflexes, she consciously relaxed her muscles, forcing herself not to gag as she took him down into her tight, wet throat.

"Mmh..." a muffled moan escaped her nose, the intense heat and musk of his masculinity completely overwhelming her senses.

Shen Yu did not let her set the pace.

His grip tightened in her hair, masterfully guiding her head in a slow, deep, and unyielding rhythm.

He pressed deeper with every downward stroke, forcing her throat to adapt to his heavy girth.

Tears of pure overstimulation leaked down Wanru’s flushed cheeks as her hands gripped his thighs tightly for balance, her throat squeezing submissively around him with every movement.

Through the slats of the ironwood wardrobe, Shuying watched the steady, rhythmic bob of her daughter’s head against Shen Yu’s lower belly.

The sight was a devastating strike to her composure.

A heavy, ragged breath escaped her lips, completely muffled by the black silk of her sleeve.

Unable to withstand the visual torment any longer, her lower core exploded into a violent, throbbing release, a thick torrent of fluid drenching her fingers and staining the wooden floorboards as she watched her daughter serve submissively at his feet.

Wanru fell deeper into a trance of absolute submission, her gaze fixed entirely on Shen Yu’s face even as tears of overstimulation continuously leaked from her eyes.

Every downward slide of her throat was guided by his unyielding grip in her hair.

She abandoned all resistance, submissively molding her mouth to his massive girth and sucking with a desperate, frantic desire to please him.

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