Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Claiming Wanru [R18]

Shen Yu, utilizing his spirit sense, easily detected the sharp spike of yin energy and the subsequent, wet friction originating from the wardrobe.

He knew Shuying had just succumbed to her climax.

A cold, thoroughly wicked smirk stretched across his handsome features as he looked directly over Wanru’s bobbing head toward the wooden slats.

Meeting that piercing, knowing smirk through the narrow gaps, Shuying felt her heart leap into her throat.

The realization that he knew exactly what she was doing did not deter her, instead, it acted as a potent fuel.

Shaking violently, she slipped her trembling, fluid-soaked fingers right back down into her sensitive folds, desperately frictioning herself anew as she watched her daughter serve him.

Shen Yu’s focus snapped back down to the girl at his knees.

Sensing the intense, mounting pressure within his lower core, his pupils darkened.

He suddenly placed both of his large hands firmly on either side of Wanru’s head, pinning her jaw securely.

"Brace yourself," he commanded, his deep voice dropping into a low, rumbling growl.

Before she could comprehend the warning, Shen Yu took complete control of the momentum.

He began to aggressively pace his hips, using her mouth as a tight, wet scabbard.

Wanru’s eyes widened to the absolute limit as he drove deep and fast against her throat, forcing her to take his entire, bruising length in a relentless, dominant rhythm.

She could do nothing but let out muffled, choked whines through her nose, her hands gripping his knees for dear life as her throat was thoroughly mastered.

The friction reached a critical peak, and Shen Yu’s core flared with an intense, concentrated heat.

With a final, deep thrust that pinned her face completely against his lower belly, his release violently triggered.

A massive, overwhelming torrent of thick essence erupted deep inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with intense force.

The sheer volume and heat of the load were far too much for the young virgin to handle.

Her throat convulsed in an involuntary, desperate spasm.

The sudden repulsion caused her to jerk backward, and his length violently sprang free from her lips.

Spurt! Spurt!

The remaining, heavy pressure of his release caused the thick, hot liquid to jet forward, spilling heavily all over her flushed cheeks, her chin, and her eyelashes.

Shen Yu lazily flicked his hips, letting the final, pulsing spurts coat the pale, exposed curves of her round breasts, marking her skin with the white, visceral proof of her submission.

Wanru collapsed slightly forward, her hands bracing against his knees as a thick string of saliva connected her lips to the pulsing head of his erection.

She drew in deep, ragged gulps of air, her chest heaving violently, her tongue unconsciously flicking out to lick the taste of his masculine musk from her lips.

"Clean it up," Shen Yu commanded, his voice deep, smooth, and laced with absolute authority.

Wanru’s mind was entirely dazed, but her body moved automatically under his tone.

She looked down at her own chest and his thighs, and with absolute devotion, she began to use her tongue to meticulously lick the thick fluid clean from her skin and his length, completely savoring her degradation.

"Stand up," he ordered once she was done.

She pushed herself up on trembling, unstable legs, her torn white dress hanging loosely around her waist, completely exposing her pale, marked torso.

Shen Yu didn’t give her a moment to breathe.

He grabbed her by her slender waist, turning her around so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest.

He explicitly positioned her right at the edge of the bed, facing forward, directly targeting the slatted doors of the ironwood wardrobe.

"Look ahead, Wanru," he whispered darkly against her ear, his large hand sliding down her belly, trailing a line of fire before filtering down between her smooth thighs.

He found her completely drenched, her tight folds weeping with a thick, hot fluid.

"Tell me... what do you see?"

"The... the wardrobe, Master..." she breathed out, her head rolling back against his shoulder as his fingers began to teasingly part her slick lips, spreading her own moisture over her sensitive core.

"Good. Keep your eyes fixed right there," Shen Yu purred, his golden pupils flashing with a wicked light as he looked directly at the hidden slits where Shuying’s wide, trembling eyes were pinned.

Without further preamble, he lifted one of Wanru’s shapely legs, draping her knee over the edge of the wooden bedframe to fully open her untouched sanctuary.

He aligned the massive, veined head of his erection against her tight, pulsing entrance, testing the extreme friction.

Wanru felt the terrifyingly large crown stretching her open, and a sudden panic flared through her lust-addled mind.

"Master... wait... it’s too—"

Thud.

With a single, unyielding surge of his hips, Shen Yu buried his entire length into her in one deep, ruthless stroke.

The barrier of her maidenhood offered no resistance against his terrifying physical strength, tearing instantly under his massive girth.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

Wanru screamed, a high-pitched, agonizingly sharp cry of pure shock and pain tearing from her throat.

Her eyes went completely wide, her fingers clawing frantically into the silk sheets of the bed as her body instinctively tried to leap forward to escape the suffocating fullness filling her to the absolute brim.

But Shen Yu’s grip on her waist was like iron.

He held her completely pinned, locking her hips tight against his pelvis, forcing her to absorb the entire weight of his intrusion.

"I told you not to move," he hissed against her neck, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register that brooked no resistance.

"Take all of it."

Inside the wardrobe, Shuying felt a physical jolt snap through her entire body at her daughter’s scream.

The sight of Shen Yu completely burying his monstrous length into her daughter’s fragile, untouched core in a single, devastating thrust was a scene of pure, unadulterated depravity.

She saw the exact way her daughter’s back arched in agony and pleasure, her small hands clutching the sheets as her virgin blood began to coat the thick base of his shaft.

Shuying’s breath hitched completely, her newly spent body instantly surging with a fresh, even more violent wave of toxic heat.

Her hand, covered in her own fluids, slid right back down into her black silk robe, her fingers working with a frantic, trembling desperation as she watched her daughter get utterly broken in.

Shen Yu remained perfectly still inside her for a long moment, letting her hyper-tight walls contract and spasm wildly around his length, adapting to his monstrous size.

As the initial shock of pain began to subside, bleeding into a thick, throbbing ache of pure, heavy pleasure, Wanru’s cries devolved into ragged, trembling sobs.

She looked forward at the wardrobe, her vision blurry with tears, completely unaware that her own mother was watching her deepest degradation.

"M-Master... it hurts... but it’s so hot..." she whimpered, her hips unconsciously twitching backward against him, begging for movement.

A thoroughly wicked smirk stretched across Shen Yu’s face.

"The preparation is complete, little girl. Now, let the refinement begin."

Pulling back slowly until only the crown remained inside her tight, burning walls, he drove his hips forward again with a heavy, resounding crash.

SLAP!

The sound of their flesh colliding echoed beautifully through the quiet pavilion, forcing a loud, broken moan from Wanru’s lips.

Shen Yu began to set a slow, heavy, and agonizingly deep rhythm, each stroke deliberately calculated to maximize the friction against her virgin walls, ensuring that every single push was fully visible to the agonizingly aroused mother hiding just feet away.

As he maintained the deep, rhythmic pounding, his large hand reached around to grip her chin, tilting her head slightly toward his face while keeping her body facing the wardrobe.

"Tell me, Wanru," Shen Yu purred darkly, his voice cutting through her hazy, pleasure-filled mind.

"What do you feel about your mother right now? How did you feel when she tried to force you to marry that fat pig from the Ge Clan?"