Yue Yanling slowly regained consciousness, finding herself wrapped in Wang Jian's embrace.
The memories of their passionate encounter from the previous night flooded her mind, starting from the audacious intrusion during her closed-door meditation to the point where she had fervently begged him to ravish her.
Letting out a resigned sigh, she sat down on the ground, her body still tingling with the lingering sensations of their intimate sexual intercourse.
As she focused her energy, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that the persistent ailment of the Icy Wind, which had plagued her for the past year, had vanished completely.
Not only that, but her cultivation had undergone a remarkable surge, as if fueled by their heated night of passion.
Her gaze involuntarily fell upon Wang Jian, and she couldn't help but ponder if this newfound strength was a direct result of their fervent lovemaking.
"Why...? Why would you engage in such wicked deeds, Seventh Prince?" she murmured, her voice laced with confusion.
Mixed with her confusion was an overwhelming anger towards Wang Jian for his assault and violation.
However, despite his vulnerable state as he lay sleeping before her, she found herself unable to strike back.
It wasn't due to kindness or generosity—after all, as the Sect Mistress of the Lotus Blossom Sect, she had made countless ruthless decisions.
No, the reason for her hesitation lay in the intense pleasure and ecstasy she had experienced.
It was an intoxicating sensation that surpassed anything she had ever known, leaving her craving for more.
Even now, her gaze involuntarily drifted to Wang Jian's aroused manhood, desire and longing glimmering in her eyes.
Yet, she averted her gaze, rising to her feet and retrieving her white garments from her spatial ring.
In that decisive moment, Wang Jian's eyes snapped open, his face adorned with a mischievous and smug grin.
" was certain you would launch an attack as soon as you awakened. But it seems I was mistaken. Ah, the Sect Mistress harbors a hidden lustful side that no one in the world is aware of," he taunted, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. The fact that they were both completely naked seemed inconsequential to him.
Yue Yanling met his words with a cold, unwavering gaze, unaffected by their vulnerable state. "Why did you assault me like that, Seventh Prince? Do you truly court death?!" she retorted, her aura intensifying to such a degree that even a King Realm expert would feel overwhelmingly suffocated.
Unfortunately for Yue Yanling, Wang Jian was not an ordinary King Realm expert; he was an Emperor Realm powerhouse, just like her.
Demonstrating his superiority, he effortlessly dispelled her oppressive pressure and rose to his feet.
"My dear, you should stop trying to scare me. If you truly wanted to kill me, you would have done so already," Wang Jian replied calmly, reaching out and firmly grasping Yue Yanling's arm.
As soon as his hand made contact, Yue Yanling's eyes widened, overwhelmed by an unexpected wave of tingling pleasure that surged through her body.
Forced to withdraw her aura, she stared at Wang Jian with a mixture of fear and insatiable longing. "...H-How can you withstand the pressure from an Emperor Realm expert so effortlessly?"
Disapproval flickered in Wang Jian's eyes as he shook his head. Raising his right hand, he delivered a resounding smack to Yue Yanling's buttocks, leaving a rosy mark in its wake.
His voice turned cold, exuding an irresistible authority. "...My dear, is that how you're going to address me? Have you forgotten the promises you made last night? From now on, you will refer to me as Master."
"Yes…I…Aahahhhhhhh….Yes…Ahhh…," Yue Yanling moaned, her voice filled with both pleasure and obedience as she struggled to catch her breath while responding to Wang Jian's command.
Wang Jian's hand landed on her buttocks once again, delivering a sharp spank. He demanded, "So, how should you address me?"
Yue Yanling's response was filled with delight and unrestrained moans, her voice a melodic symphony of surrender. "Master! Ahhh...Yes...Master...You are my master!"
Wang Jian continued to exert his dominance, seeking her complete submission. He pressed on, asking, "And what are you?"
In the midst of her moans, Yue Yanling managed to respond, her words punctuated by gasps of pleasure. "Ahhh...I...Yes...Aaahh...I am your slave, Master. Your cum-dumpster!"
"Good. Remember that," Wang Jian commanded, finally releasing his grip on Yue Yanling's hand. This calculated act aimed to embed in her mind the association of pleasure and his touch, eroding any resistance she might have harbored.
"Now, your first task is to assist me in dealing with the Grand Elder of your sect. Tell me, is she a beautiful woman?" Wang Jian inquired, his voice laced with intrigue.
Yue Yanling's gaze wavered slightly, but she answered truthfully, "...The Grand Elder is currently in seclusion. She is indeed a breathtaking beauty, still in her prime as an Emperor Realm cultivator. She is only thirty years older than me."
"And how old are you?" Wang Jian queried, his curiosity evident.
"I am 110 years old," Yue Yanling responded with a measure of calmness.
A wicked grin spread across Wang Jian's face as he remarked, "Perfect. It seems both of you are still in the prime of your beauty. And considering your status as an Emperor Realm expert, you could live for nearly a thousand years."
"Yes, master," Yue Yanling affirmed, her voice tinged with submission.
Wang Jian's expression twisted into a depraved grin as he continued, " Lead me to her. I want to claim her as my slave, just as I did with you."
Yue Yanling seemed to hesitate for a couple of seconds before she nodded her head in agreement, her response filled with obedience. "Yes, master. Let's get dressed, and then I will lead you to the location where the Grand Elder is currently in seclusion."
In no time, Wang Jian and Yue Yanling embarked on their journey towards the seclusion chambers of the Grand Elder.
As they walked together, Yue Yanling couldn't shake off her reservations about subjecting the Grand Elder to such an ordeal.
Internally, she couldn't help but cast hesitant glances at Wang Jian, sensing an inexplicable power emanating from him that far surpassed that of a mere King Realm expert.
Rumors she had heard about his extraordinary abilities lingered in her mind, fueling her wariness of launching an attack within the confines of their sect.
Her concern didn't lie in her own ability to defeat him; she believed that was an impossible feat.
Rather, it was the potential havoc Wang Jian could wreak upon the sect during their confrontation that troubled her. She feared her capacity to prevent the damage he might inflict.
However, the situation would have been vastly different if she had another comrade, an Emperor Realm expert, by her side. With the support of the Grand Elder, Yue Yanling was certain they could easily subdue Wang Jian and contain any possible destruction he might cause.
These rebellious thoughts, anticipated by Wang Jian, only served to further ignite his smug and mischievous smile.
As Wang Jian and Yue Yanling made their way to the Grand Elder's chambers, disciples and elders they passed bowed respectfully to their Sect Mistress without suspecting anything amiss. To them, it was just another ordinary encounter.
Finally, they arrived at the chambers of the Grand Elder. Wang Jian firmly grasped Yue Yanling's hand, his touch infused with the faint sensation of the Blissful Touch technique. A surge of pleasure coursed through Yue Yanling's body, her gaze fixed on Wang Jian with an enigmatic and captivating allure.
With a sly grin, Wang Jian leaned in and whispered into Yue Yanling's ear, his voice laced with arrogance, "I know your plan to alert the Grand Elder and join forces against me. But remember, my dear Yanling, if you dare to do so, you'll forfeit the chance to experience that wondrous pleasure ever again. The choice is yours."
Yue Yanling's eyes widened in shock, her desire warring with her instincts to resist. Though she longed to retort that the pleasure meant nothing to her, her voice remained silent, for deep within her heart, she craved that euphoria once more.
Wang Jian, satisfied with her reaction, pushed open the chamber door, leading Yue Yanling inside while maintaining his grip on her hand. She followed obediently, her mind clouded with conflicting emotions and her gaze vacant, echoing the choice she had unwittingly made.
As the door closed behind them, Wang Jian subtly erected a barrier around the Grand Elder's chambers, ensuring their actions remained concealed from her during her meditation.
Releasing Yue Yanling's hand, Wang Jian turned his attention to the Grand Elder, his eyes filled with depravity.
Like Yue Yanling, the Grand Elder possessed a rare beauty that was a sight to behold.
The Grand Elder, a vision of mature beauty, commanded attention with her radiant presence. Her flowing tresses, reminiscent of lush emerald fields, cascaded down her back, their vibrant hue a testament to her vitality and wisdom.
Her eyes, rumored to have a captivating blend of fiery red, sparkled with the depth of experience, revealing a lifetime's worth of resilience and passion.
Her figure, exquisitely proportioned, emanated an elegant allure. Curves, gracefully sculpted over time, adorned her body with subtle grace and poise.
Her face, a portrait of timeless beauty, boasted porcelain skin as fair as moonlight. A heart-shaped visage, framed by delicate features, emanated an enchanting charm.
Wang Jian advanced towards the Grand Elder, his eyes gleaming with a dark desire.
Yue Yanling stood, her voice silenced by the fear of relinquishing the intoxicating ecstasy that only Wang Jian could provide her.
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