My sorrowful gaze remained fixed on Su Qingge, my expression a masterclass in tragic betrayal.
Slowly, I reached down, placing two fingers beneath her chin and forcing her tear-stained face upward.
"Is that so, Qingge?" I murmured, my thumb lightly stroking her lower lip, smearing the slick remnants of my seed across her skin.
"You swear you hide nothing? Then tell me... why does the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts carry such a heavy secret right under my nose?"
Su Qingge's breath caught in her throat. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs like a trapped bird.
'He knows!' The dark personality shrieked inside her mind, writhing in complete hysterics.
'He knew all along! We are dead, we are completely-'
'Silence!' Su Qingge screamed internally, silencing her alter-ego with sheer desperate willpower.
"M-Master..." Su Qingge sobbed, her dark, clever mind racing at lightspeed.
She didn't dare deny it, not when Gu Changge looked at her with such terrifying clarity.
Instead, she wrapped her trembling hands over my wrist, kissing my palm with frantic, desperate devotion.
"I am the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts... but my body, my soul, and my cultivation belong solely to you!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with raw, unvarnished fear.
"I hid it only because I feared you would view me as a monster! I feared you would destroy me!
But I have never... never used it against you, Master! I am your blade! Use my demonic arts to cut down your enemies... take my energy for your cauldron... do whatever you wish with me, but please... do not replace me with her!"
She cast a desperate, venomous glance toward the unconscious Ye Liuli on the rug, then pressed her cheek flat against my foot, completely surrendering every shred of her pride, her secrets, and her dignity.
I looked down at the trembling, prostrate beauty.
A low, quiet chuckle echoed through the ruined chamber.
"Good girl," I whispered smoothly, my fingers tangling tightly into her hair and hauling her head back.
"I knew from the very beginning, Qingge. I was simply waiting for you to offer it to me yourself."
I pulled her up by her hair until her flushed face was inches away from mine, my gaze piercing into her very soul.
"Now that you've confessed... prove your loyalty." I gestured down toward her own trembling thighs.
"Spread yourself open on the rug next to the princess. Let me see how eagerly the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts begs to be filled."
Su Qingge's breath hitched, her dark eyes wide as she drank in the absolute submission.
The fear that had gripped her chest melted into a dizzying, overwhelming rush of relief and possessive devotion.
I didn't wait for her to spread herself on the rug.
Before she could even scramble back onto her elbows, my hand moved from her hair to clamp tightly around her hips, hoisting her up from the floor as if she weighed nothing at all.
I leaned down, voice dropping into a dark, possessive rumble against her ear.
"Inheritor of the Demonic Arts? You think I care about a petty title, Qingge? In this life, in the next, and for every lifetime to come... you are mine. You are my maid, my tool, and my possession. Nothing more, and nothing less."
The absolute certainty in his words sent a jolt of electric ecstasy straight through Su Qingge's demonic cauldron physique.
"M-Master...!" she gasped out, her arms wrapping desperately around my neck.
*Plap*
Without a shred of hesitation or gentleness, I lined my shaft up with her trembling, sensitive entrance and plunged my entire length into her in one massive, punishing thrust.
"AAAAHN!"
Su Qingge threw her head back, a high-pitched, submissive moan tearing from her throat as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his brutal invasion.
The heat of her demonic physique flared to a blinding peak, locking around my thick length in frantic, rhythmic contractions.
She was completely impaled, suspended in my arms right beside the unconscious princess, her tears of panic turning into breathless, tearful whimpers of pure, corrupt pleasure.
"Yes... YES! Master!" Su Qingge sobbed out, her inner dark personality purring in euphoric surrender inside her head.
"I am yours... forever yours...!"
*Schlick... plap... schlick.*
I didn't hold back for a single second.
Holding Su Qingge suspended in mid-air against my chest, my hips snapped forward with terrifying speed, driving my massive dick deep into her tight, slick pussy over and over again.
Every merciless stroke forced a breathless, high-pitched scream from the maid, her slender legs wrapped frantically around my waist as her heels dug into my back.
My eyes glinting as he felt the intense, suffocating pressure of her inner walls.
I brought her down hard against the plush fur rug, pinning her right beside the limp, unconscious form of Ye Liuli.
I locked Su Qingge's wrists above her head with one large hand, using my free arm to hoist one of her pale, slender thighs high into the air.
*Plap...schlick...plap..*
"Aaaaah! M-Master! Too deep... it's too deep!" Su Qingge squealed, her head thrashing against the rug.
Tears of pure, unadulterated ecstasy leaked from her wide eyes, trailing down her flushed cheeks.
Her natural cauldron physique was reacting wildly to my invasion.
Her inner walls surged with abnormal heat, rippling and squeezing along every inch of my length in a frantic, instinctual attempt to wrap around his essence.
But instead of overpowering me, her tight contractions only invited a more ruthless, punishing rhythm.
"Is this how the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts begs?" I taunted darkly, leaning down to sink my teeth into the delicate curve of her neck, drawing a sharp, agonizing gasp from her lips.
"Tightening around me as if it's your first time... your cauldron body begging to be broken again and again?"
"N-No... ahhn! I can't... help it, Master!" Su Qingge sobbed, her hips mindlessly lifting to meet his vicious thrusts.
"My body... it craves you... I crave you! Fill me... please, make me yours forever!"
Beside them, the faint, high-pitched moans of Ye Liuli occasionally broke through her unconscious stupor, drawn out by the violent vibrations echoing through the floorboards.
I accelerated my pace, thrusts turning into a relentless blur of flesh against flesh.
Every impact rattled Su Qingge's entire frame, driving her higher and higher toward a terrifying, shattering climax.
I leaned down, shutting down any further frantic excuses by capturing her lips in a deep, suffocating kiss.
I claimed her mouth thoroughly, silencing her high-pitched whimpers while my hips maintained a relentless, punishing rhythm below.
As I slammed my waist forward, hands gripped the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her hips backward into each impact.
The opposing forces created a rhythmic, wet clapping sound that echoed loudly throughout the quiet chamber, a brutal cadence of thighs snapping together with violent precision.
*Plap..schlick..plap..*
With every full retreat and forward plunge, my shaft buried itself to the very base, driving past her tight inner entrance to strike deep against her womb.
The intense, deep impact sent shockwaves through her delicate cultivator frame, causing her eyes to roll back as her mind went entirely blank from the sheer overload of sensation.
"Mmph...! Mmm-hh!"
Su Qingge's muffled screams were trapped inside my mouth as her physique reacted violently to the deep contact.
Her natural cauldron inner walls clenched into a tight, desperate spasm, clamping tightly around my length as a devastating wave of pleasure shattered whatever remained of her thoughts, leaving her completely helpless beneath me.
My hips never slowed.
Even as Su Qingge's climax ripped through her, walls seizing, juices flooding around his shaft in thick, hot pulses, he kept driving into her with the same merciless rhythm.
One large hand stayed locked around both of her wrists above her head.
The other fisted deep into the long black silk of her hair, yanking her head back until the elegant column of her throat was fully exposed.
"Look at me while you cum," I ordered, voice low and rough against her ear.
Her dark eyes fluttered open, glassy and overflowing.
Tears of overstimulation streaked down her temples into her hair.
Every brutal thrust forced another broken cry past her swollen lips.
"M-Master... ahhn! Too much... I can't..."
I answered by slamming in to the root and grinding, the thick head of my cock battering the soft mouth of her womb.
The wet, filthy slap of flesh on flesh filled the chamber. Su Qingge's cauldron physique betrayed her completely.
Inner walls fluttered and milked him in desperate, rhythmic spasms, greedy for every drop he still had left.
I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled harder, forcing her back into a deep, almost painful arch.
The new angle let mr spear even deeper. Her legs trembled violently around my waist. Her free thigh kicked helplessly in the air.
"You hid demonic arts from me," I growled, teeth grazing the pulse point beneath her jaw, "and now you dare tell me it's too much?"
*Scchlick*
"Aaaah...! No... I... I'm sorry, Master... please... use me... fill me...!"
I did.
With a final, punishing snap of my hips I buried myself to the hilt and erupted.
Thick ropes of scalding seed flooded her already overfilled cunt, overflowing instantly, painting her trembling folds white.
Su Qingge's scream of release was muffled against his mouth as I claimed her lips again, swallowing every broken sob while my cock pulsed and pumped deeper and deeper.
For a long moment the only sounds in the ruined chamber were Su Qingge's ragged, hiccupping breaths and the soft, wet drip of mixed fluids onto the fur rug.
I released her hair slowly, watching the black strands fan out across the white fur like spilled ink.
I pulled free with a filthy, wet sound. A thick river of my cum immediately followed, spilling from her gaping, reddened entrance in heavy ropes.
I looked to the side.
Ye Liuli still lay unconscious, soft silver hair tangled, royal body marked with earlier releases.
Cum glistened between her thighs as well, evidence of the first round that had left the proud princess broken and empty-eyed.
Two peerless beauties.
One the Inheritor of Demonic Arts, once a scheming holy maiden of the demonic path.
One an imperial princess of the highest bloodline.
Both naked. Both thoroughly used. Both painted with my seed.
I settled between them, one arm under each of their heads, their soft, sweat-slick bodies pressed against my sides. Almost at once,
Su Qingge's slender hand drifted unconsciously to rest over my heart.
A moment later Ye Liuli's fingers twitched and did the same, as if even in exhausted sleep their bodies still sought their new master.
I shifted slightly, guiding his still-hard cock back between Su Qingge's slick, cum-slick folds.
She whimpered faintly but did not wake as I slid halfway inside her again, simply letting her tight, pulsing heat cradle me while I closed my eyes.
The thought that drifted through my mind was calm, almost lazy.
-x-X-x-
My eyes opened slowly to the dim, ruined chamber.
The first sensation that registered was heat, tight, rhythmic, living heat.
My cock was still buried halfway inside Su Qingge's cunt, and even in deep sleep her demonic cauldron physique refused to release me.
Soft, involuntary pulses milked along my shaft in slow, greedy waves, as if her body had decided on its own that it would rather keep me locked inside than let a single drop of my seed escape.
I remained still for a moment, savoring the sensation.
Beside me, Ye Liuli's soft golden hair spilled across my chest.
The imperial princess was curled tightly against my side, one slender arm thrown across my waist, her face buried against my neck.
Even unconscious she clung to me with possessive desperation, her soft breasts pressed flush to my ribs, warm breath ghosting over my skin.
Cum still glistened faintly between her thighs from the earlier thorough claiming, evidence that the proud princess of the highest bloodline had already been broken open and marked.
Two peerless bodies. Both thoroughly used. Both still seeking him in their sleep.
My lips curved.
Then the familiar cold chime of the system rang inside my mind.
[System Notification]
[Ding! Target Ye Liuli's Intimacy has reached 50%!
[Milestone Achieved: First Deep Claim of the Imperial Fate Heroine.
Reward Granted: Direct breakthrough of a minor cultivation realm!]
A surge of pure, refined energy flooded through my meridians.
My cultivation base, already at the peak of the current stage, shattered the bottleneck with effortless ease.
Spiritual energy condensed, refined, and settled into a higher foundation.
The breakthrough was clean, silent, and absolute, exactly the kind of reward the system preferred to hand me after I had thoroughly ruined another fated beauty.
A second chime followed almost immediately.
[System Notification]
[Ding! Target Su Qingge's Intimacy has reached 90%!
Milestone Achieved: Absolute Loyalty of the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts.
Reward Granted: One Dao Fruit of the Void-Refining Path.]
The small, translucent fruit materialized in the air above my palm, pulsing with dense, ancient energy.
I closed my fingers around it without looking.
I already knew its value.
In the original script of this world, such a treasure would have been fought over by the protagonists.
Now it belonged solely to the villain who had rewritten their fates.
A final, quieter notification scrolled across my vision.
[System Notification]
[Purity Breakdown - Su Qingge: 75%
Purity Breakdown - Ye Liuli: 75%]
Both of them still retained a quarter of the pure, unclaimed essence the system measured as their anal hole was still virgin.
It will make the next few sessions of thorough corruption even more satisfying.
My gaze drifted down to the black-haired beauty currently clamped around my cock.
Su Qingge's long lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks.
Even in sleep her hips made the tiniest, unconscious rocking motions, trying to take him deeper.
Her inner walls fluttered again, tight, wet, desperate, and a soft, broken whimper escaped her lips.
"M-Master..."
The single word was barely more than a breath, yet it carried pure, unfiltered devotion.
My free hand slid down her sweat-slick back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
I pulled her hips flush against him, forcing the rest of my length inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
Her body accepted me without resistance, walls stretching and then clamping down even harder, as if terrified I might pull away.
Ye Liuli stirred against my other side, a soft moan leaving her throat.
Her arm tightened around my waist. Still asleep, the princess nuzzled closer, seeking more of my warmth the same way a broken pet seeks its master's hand.
Two Ruined Heroine.
I rolled my hips once, grinding the thick head of my cock against the soft mouth of Su Qingge's womb.
Her sleeping body jerked, a high-pitched, needy sound tearing from her throat even as her eyes remained closed.
Thick, milky cum from the previous round was forced out around his shaft, painting her thighs and the fur rug beneath them in fresh white streaks.
"Good girls," I murmured, voice low and rough with satisfaction.
"Even in your dreams, you know who you belong to."
I closed my eyes again, still buried deep inside one thoroughly claimed cauldron, the second beauty clinging to me as if her very life depended on it, and allowed myself a rare moment of contentment.
There were still more heroines waiting in the upper realms.
And every single one of them would eventually end up exactly like these two.
Ye Liuli's long silver lashes fluttered. Her eyes opened slowly, hazy and unfocused, still heavy with the aftermath of deep sleep and deeper pleasure.
For a few heartbeats she simply lay there, cheek pressed to my chest, breathing in the familiar scent of mine.
Her face ignited.
Scarlet rushed from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck, painting her pale skin the colour of a ripe tomato.
She stiffened, eyes widening in pure mortification.
A tiny, strangled sound escaped her throat as she tried to pull away, denial already forming on her lips.
"l... that was... it must have been a dream... I would never-"
My hand moved before she could finish the line.
I cupped the back of her head, fingers sliding into soft silver hair, and claimed her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss.
My tongue parted her lips with practiced ease, sweeping inside to taste the lingering sweetness of her.
Ye Liuli froze for a single heartbeat, then a helpless whimper vibrated against my mouth as the familiar flavour flooded her senses.
Her body remembered what her pride still tried to deny.
The kiss was deep, unhurried, and utterly possessive, forcing her to relive every second of the night before.
When I finally drew back, a thin strand of saliva still connected their lips. Ye Liuli's eyes were glassy, her earlier denial already crumbling.
My voice came low and gentle.
"It's okay, Liuli. I'm here."
The soft words settled over her like a warm cloak.
The frantic shame in her chest loosened. Her rigid body gradually melted against him again, cheeks still burning, but the desperate need to deny everything fading under the quiet certainty in his voice.
She swallowed, fingers curling lightly against his chest.
"...What... what should we do now?" she whispered, voice small and uncertain. The imperial princess who once stood above the world now sounded almost lost.
"My family... the court... if they learn that I-"
I brushed a silver strand from her flushed cheek with surprising tenderness.
"It's okay," I said simply. "I will tell my parents about you. You tell your family as well. We'll going to be together for a very long time."
The calm finality in my words left no room for argument.
Ye Liuli stared up at me, purple eyes wide, a complicated mix of relief, residual shame, and something far softer flickering in their depths. Slowly, she nodded.
At that exact moment the system's cold chime rang again inside my mind, louder this time, carrying the weight of a major threshold.
[System Notification]
[Ding! Dual minor breakthroughs detected.
Cultivation base has successfully crossed the critical threshold.
Host has advanced to the Saint Realm!]
A deep, resonant boom echoed through my dantian. The two minor breakthroughs I had received earlier fused into a single, overwhelming surge.
Spiritual energy from the surrounding world poured into my body like a tidal wave. The shattered pavilion trembled.
Faint golden-black light bloomed beneath my skin, illuminating the ruined chamber in soft radiance.
My meridians expanded, soul force condensed, and a faint pressure, the unmistakable aura of a newly ascended Saint, spread outward in gentle, controlled waves.
Outside, distant spirit beasts stirred and lowered their heads in instinctive submission.
The night wind itself seemed to pause for a breath, as if the heavens had taken notice of the villain who had once again stolen a fate that was never meant to be his.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the new power settle into my bones like liquid steel.
Still buried halfway inside Su Qingge's sleeping cunt, still holding the freshly claimed imperial princess against my chest, I allowed himself a quiet, satisfied smile.
Saint Realm.
There would be many more nights like this.
I lowered my head and pressed another soft kiss to Ye Liuli's burning cheek.
"Sleep a little longer," I murmured. "When you wake properly, we can decide how to move forward."
Ye Liuli's fingers tightened against me. She did not pull away.
I slowly withdrew my cock from Su Qingge's cunt.
Her inner walls clamped down hard on the empty air the moment I left, twitching and spasming wildly as if desperate to pull me back inside.
Thick, milky cum leaked from her stretched hole in slow, heavy rivulets, trailing down her thighs onto the fur rug.
I watched the greedy little contractions for a moment, dark eyes half-lidded.
'She really is a cauldron.'
Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to Su Qingge's flushed cheek, then turned and brushed the same gentle kiss against Ye Liuli's burning forehead.
The silver-haired princess stirred only slightly before her breathing deepened again, slipping back into peaceful slumber with her fingers still curled lightly against my chest.
Su Qingge's long lashes fluttered. Her dark eyes opened, hazy at first, then sharpening with instant recognition.
The moment she saw me, a soft, devoted smile curved her lips.
She rose onto her knees without a word, naked body still glistening with sweat and seed, and lowered her head in quiet readiness.
"Master," she whispered, voice warm and obedient. "This servant is ready to attend you."
I gave a small nod. I stood, stretched once, and began dressing with unhurried movements.
Robes settled over my shoulders.
Sash tightened. Outer garments fell into place. Within moments the young master of the Gu Clan stood fully clothed once more, the lingering scent of sex and spiritual energy still clinging faintly to the skin.
I walked a few steps away and sat down on a half-intact stone seat near the shattered pavilion's edge.
-x-X-x-
The skies above the Middle State parted as a magnificent, ancient flying carriage cut through the sea of clouds.
Pulled by nine scale-covered draconic beasts and surrounded by a suffocating pressure that warped the surrounding space, the vessel bore the emblem of the Immortal Gu Family.
Inside the spacious, jade-adorned interior, I reclined comfortably against a soft silk bolster.
Su Qingge sat on her knees at my feet, carefully peeling the skin from a shimmering spiritual fruit.
I rested my head against a plush pillow, one hand casually buried in her soft, dark hair, fingers gently petting her scalp in a slow, possessive rhythm.
My thumb strayed down to trace the contour of her jaw and press against her lips, treating her less like a cold holy maiden and more like a cherished, conquered prize.
'Is he treating us like pets?!' The dark alter-ego shrieked inside her mind, thrashing in indignance.
'We are the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts! A supreme existence destined to devour the world! Yet here we are, kneeling like a pampered housecat, letting him pet us while we feed him like a servant!'
'Shut up!' The original Su Qingge snapped back internally, her eyes half-lidded as a soft, helpless shiver ran down her spine at my touch.
To the original Qingge, every stroke of his fingers was a silent reminder of her survival, her corruption, and her absolute surrender.
Instead of feeling humiliated, her body relaxed beneath his touch, leaning into his palm like a velvet-soft kitten.
A warm flush spread across her cheeks as her dark personality's angry rants dissolved into meaningless background noise, completely overridden by the overwhelming comfort and desire his presence awakened in her.
"Master, please try this one," Su Qingge whispered softly, her voice dripping with submissive docility as she pressed the delicate fruit against my lips.
"Old Ming's family... the Ancient Lin Family of the Middle State... are they truly worthy of your personal visit?"
I accepted the fruit with a faint, amused glint in my dark eyes, my thumb lightly brushing across her lip and dragging over her lower lip as I chewed, entirely aware of the inner turmoil and absolute submission unfolding beneath my hands.
"Worthy?" I chuckled lightly, gaze darkening as my hand slid down from her scalp to cup her chin, pulling her face closer for a quick, possessive nip at her lips.
"Not the family itself. But I heard the Lin Family possesses a rare jewel, a young woman with an innate alchemy physique and a face that rivals the heavens. A master like me can never have too many exquisite treasures in his harem, can he?"
Su Qingge's heart fluttered with a mix of jealousy and dark arousal, pressing her cheek against his thigh.
"If Master desires her, Qingge will personally help Master break her pride."
'System,' I communicated internally. 'Show me the target's status.'
A translucent interface flickered in my vision.
[Target: Lin Tian (Reincarnated Ancient God King)
Destined Heroine: Lin Qiuhan (Ancient Lin Family; possessor of the innate Alchemy Dao Spirit Physique)
Status: Lin Tian intends to use his past life's knowledge to groom Lin Qiuhan as his personal alchemy furnace and loyal pillar, securing his rise back to the supreme realm.]
My smile widened into something dark, lustful, and mocking.
A reincarnated God King trying to build his harem starting with his own talented sister.
'How delightfully convenient. I'll take her body, her loyalty, and his fortune all at once.'
In the grand courtyard of the Ancient Lin Family, the current Patriarch and every major elder stood at the entrance in complete trepidation as the sky turned golden with the immense pressure of Old Ming's arrival.
"The Ancestor who ascended thirty thousand years ago has returned!" the Patriarch's voice trembled.
"And he comes accompanying an exalted young master from the Upper Realm!"
Among the crowd stood Lin Qiuhan, a woman of breathtaking, voluptuous beauty.
Her delicate face featured smooth, porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and full, tempting pink lips.
Beneath her fitted scholar robes, her hourglass figure was impossible to hide, boasting a exceptionally full, supple bust that strained against the fabric with every nervous breath, a narrow, waistline, and wide, voluptuous hips that flared into long, smooth legs.
A faint, naturally intoxicating scent of medicinal fragrance drifted from her delicate collarbones.
Beside her stood her younger brother, Lin Tian.
Inside the young man's body, the soul of a former God King sneered as he observed the trembling family members around him.
'Pitiable mortals, shivering over a mere low level cultivator,' Lin Tian thought arrogantly, crossing his arms behind his back.
'Once I recover my cultivation, I will crush all of them. Qiuhan's talent for alchemy and her pure body are extraordinary. With my guidance, she will become my greatest cauldron.'
"Lin Tian! What are you doing?!" Lin Qiuhan whispered sharply, her brows furrowed in anxiety as she nudged her brother's arm, her lush chest heaving rhythmically beneath her robes.
"Lower your head! The guest arriving today is an exalted young noble! Even Ancestor Ming bows to him! One wrong move and you'll bring ruin to our entire family!"
Lin Tian offered a condescending smirk, his eyes lingering slightly too long on her curved silhouette.
"Sister, you worry too much. A mere boy from the Upper Realm is nothing to be afraid of. People like him are just pampered aristocrats who rely on women and background."
Lin Qiuhan stared at him, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Ever since his recent illness, her once-timid brother had become inexplicably arrogant, acting as if he owned the world.
Before she could scold him further, the draconic carriage descended from the heavens, landing with a thunderous impact in the center of the main plaza.
The doors slowly opened, and a tall, ethereal figure in flawless white robes stepped out.
-x-X-x-
I stood looking down at the bowing crowd, my dark, predatory eyes sweeping over the Lin Family until my gaze settled directly onto Lin Qiuhan's strikingly lush figure and the sneering youth standing beside her.
I made no attempt to hide the ravenous, possessive gleam in my eyes.
My gaze slowly traveled down from her elegant neck to her deeply curved collarbones, lingering openly over the prominent swell of her chest before tracing the tight taper of her waist and the alluring fullness of her hips.
Lin Qiuhan felt her entire skin burn under the intense, sensual scrutiny.
A heavy wave of embarrassment and instinctual dread washed over her, causing her breath to hitch as her heart hammered violently against her ribs, her lush chest rising and falling rapidly under his stare.
Old Ming stepped forward, his eyes sweeping over the kneeling crowd before settling on the current Patriarch.
"We welcome the return of our Great Ancestor! We welcome the Exalted Young Master Gu!" the Patriarch shouted, bowing until his forehead pressed flat against the stone floor.
I ignored the elders entirely, took a slow, deliberate step forward, eyes locking onto Lin Qiuhan, who flushed a deep crimson from head to toe under the intense gaze.
Beside her, Lin Tian stood upright with his hands crossed behind his back, looking at me with an arrogant, critical sneer.
'A mere hedonist from the Upper Realm who looks at women like meat,' Lin Tian sneered internally, his former God King pride flaring up violently as he saw Gu Changge visually devouring his sister's body.
'How dare a brat like you lust after my target? Just wait until I reclaim my strength.'
My lips curved into a dark, sinister smile as I read the anger on Lin Tian's face.
"Old Ming," I said smoothly, voice carrying clearly across the quiet plaza.
"Your family certainly breeds some fine treasures. Though it seems one little bug doesn't know his place. While everyone bows, this boy looks at me as if he wants to challenge me for what's mine."
The entire Lin Family gasped in sheer horror.
"Lin Tian!" the Patriarch turned around, his face turning pale as paper.
"You ungrateful brat! How dare you show disrespect in front of Young Master Gu! Kneel down right now!"
Lin Qiuhan's heart dropped into her stomach.
She frantically grabbed Lin Tian's arm, her hands trembling as she tried to force him down. "Lin Tian, are you insane?! Apologize immediately!"
Lin Tian, however, merely snorted, his eyes flashing with a cold, ancient light as he looked directly into Gu Changge's eyes.
"A true cultivator bows to the heavens, to their parents, and to their teachers. Why should I bow to a young man who uses his power to ogle women and bully the weak? Is the Ancient Lin Family so spineless that they tremble before a pampered hedonist?"
The elders nearly fainted from terror.
I didn't get angry.
Instead, I chuckled softly, a low, villainous sound filled with dark desire and cruel amusement.
I took a slow step toward Lin Tian, crushing aura pressing down like a collapsing mountain, while my eyes remained pinned on the trembling, luscious form of Lin Qiuhan.
"A backbone is a fine thing to have, little boy,"
I murmured, aura forcing Lin Tian's knees to crack under the pressure while my gaze fixed at Lin Qiuhan's soft, panicking figure.
"But when you glare at me like that, all it does is make me want to strip your sister of every shred of her dignity right in front of everyone's eyes."
As the system notification turned up in front of his eyes again.
[Quest: Complete Subjugation of the Destined Heroine Lin Quihan.
Objective: Utterly shatter the Reincarnated God King Lin Tian's pride by breaking and claiming Lin Qiuhan's loyalty, mind, and body right before his eyes in the dungeon.
Reward: God King Soul Seed & Eight Desolate Demon-Binding Art.]
"Seize him," I ordered coldly, my voice cutting through the heavy air of the plaza.
Before Lin Tian could mobilize the remaining shreds of his God King soul power, Old Ming's formidable aura exploded.
The void around Lin Tian solidified like iron, binding his limbs instantly.
Old Ming's hand clamped onto Lin Tian's neck like a steel vice, completely sealing his cultivation before tossing him toward two family elders like a sack of garbage.
"Lock him in the deepest dungeon," I added indifferently, not bothering to give the struggling youth a second glance.
I already know the entire reincarnated God King trope inside out. I don't have time to play little back-and-forth games with a side character.
Before Lin Qiuhan could even process what was happening, I reached out, large hand wrapping firmly around her wrist and pulling her soft, voluptuous body directly into my side.
"Lin Tian! Release him! Brother!" Lin Qiuhan screamed in sheer panic, her voice ringing out through the courtyard as tears welled in her eyes.
She squirmed helplessly against my grip, her lush chest heaving against my arm as she was dragged along the stone pathway toward the guest pavilion.
"Young Master Gu, please! He's just ignorant! Let him go!"
I pulled her through the heavy wooden doors of the master quarters and tossed her onto the soft cushion of a reception chair.
"Be quiet," Gu Changge commanded, voice devoid of anger, yet carrying a chilling, absolute authority that froze the air in the room.
Lin Qiuhan gasped, her trembling lips instantly shutting tight.
The sheer weight of his presence pressed upon her, smothering her frantic screams into complete, frightened silence.
I walked over to the main seat, taking my place with practiced elegance.
I looked down at the terrified, weeping beauty before me, letting out a soft, faint sigh that sounded almost regretful.
"He is not your brother," I said calmly, looking into her tear-filled eyes.
"His body has been invaded by an ancient soul. And that entity intends to turn you into his personal furnace."
Lin Qiuhan froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at me in utter disbelief, frantically shaking her head.
"No... That's impossible! You're lying! He's my brother... he just fell ill recently-"
"Silence!"
Su Qingge stepped forward from behind me, her cold, breathtaking visage radiating a terrifying, suffocating aura that instantly swallowed the entire room.
Her dark eyes looked down on Lin Qiuhan with supreme disdain, her dominating presence blinding the lower-realm beauty with its sheer, untouchable majesty.
"You are merely an ordinary woman of a lower realm," Su Qingge said coldly, her voice echoing with dark power.
"My Master is an exalted noble from the Upper Realm. Do you truly believe you possess any value in his eyes? Do you think he needs to resort to such petty tricks to take you if he wants you?"
Lin Qiuhan sat completely stunned, her mind going blank under Su Qingge's crushing aura and flawless beauty.
"My Master is trying to help you, yet you dare to repay his kindness with suspicion," Su Qingge continued, her gaze sharpening into a lethal glint.
"If you dare doubt my Master again, I will personally end your life."
Having delivered her threat, Su Qingge's icy demeanor instantly vanished as she turned back toward me.
Her eyes sparkled with a desperate, submissive desire for validation, looking at me like a loyal pet waiting for a nod of approval.
I reached out, gently patting her soft, dark hair with a faint, indulgent smile.
"That is enough, Qingge," I murmured softly.
"He is her brother after all. It is only natural for her to trust him over a complete stranger like me."
I turned my gaze back to the bewildered, trembling Lin Qiuhan.
"You may go now, Qiuhan. I will be staying in the Lin Family for a few days. If you happen to change your mind, my door is always open."
Lin Qiuhan stumbled out of the room like a lost soul, her mind completely shattered between her brother's strange behavior, Gu Changge's gentle warning, and Su Qingge's terrifying threat.
Inside Su Qingge's sea of consciousness, her dark alter-ego let out a low, wicked laugh.
'That was a magnificent move, Qingge!' the dark personality crowed with dark approval.
'Keep playing your role like this! If you help him fulfill his main goals, you'll easily become his favorite, irreplaceable maid!'
I leaned back against my seat, fingers absently stroking Su Qingge's hair as a dark, twisted smile played upon my lips.
Internally, my thoughts burned to plotted Lin Tian's complete destruction.
A reincarnated God King sitting in a dark dungeon, burning with hatred and futile pride.
I sneered inwardly, dark eyes narrowing into two icy crescents.
He thinks his past life's soul makes him special, but all he's done is set up the perfect stage.
The moment the heavy wooden doors settled shut behind Lin Qiuhan, the last traces of his warm expression vanished.
I looked down at Su Qingge, voice low and absolute.
"Come here."
Su Qingge rose at once and stepped between my spread knees.
My hands moved to the front of my robes.
Fabric parted with a soft rustle. I pushed the garments open and sat fully exposed, the thick length of my cock already half-hard against my thigh.
"Suck it."
Su Qingge sank to her knees on the polished floor.
Her delicate fingers wrapped around the heavy shaft, feeling it pulse under her touch.
She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the swollen head, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
A quiet, wet sound was echoed as she sealed her lips around the tip and began to suckle, cheeks hollowing with gentle pressure.
I exhaled, watching her with half-lidded eyes.
"Deeper. Use that tongue properly."
She obeyed, taking more of me into the wet heat of her mouth. Her head bobbed in a slow, steady rhythm.
Slurp... gick...
Soft, slick sounds filled the quiet room, as saliva glossed the veined length and her tongue swirled lazily along the underside.
With her free hand she tugged at the ties of her own robes. Silk whispered open.
Full, white breasts spilled free, pale and heavy, the soft flesh tipped with delicate pink nipples that tightened in the cool air of the pavilion.
My hands closed over them at once.
I squeezed, thumbs rolling over the sensitive peaks, then pushed the heavy mounds together and apart, making them jiggle and bounce against his palms with soft, fleshy sounds. The warm flesh yielded easily under my fingers.
"That's it," I murmured, voice low and darkly pleased. "Keep licking while I play with these."
Su Qingge moaned around my cock, the soft vibration traveling straight down the shaft.
Gluck...gluck..
She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head in slow, deliberate circles, then sank down again with a wet sound, taking me deeper until her lips stretched wide.
All the while I continued to knead and jiggle her bare breasts, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger whenever her sucking grew especially eager.
Soft, wet noises mixed with the quiet sound of her muffled pleasure as she worked me with devoted care.
Inside her sea of consciousness the dark personality laughed with pure delight.
'Good girl. Keep serving him like this...'
My grip tightened on the soft white flesh in my hands.
I thrust up lightly into Su Qingge's mouth, watching her throat work to accept my, watching those milky breasts bounce under my rough handling.
The corner of my mouth curled into a cold, satisfied smile.
Lin Tian could rot in the dungeon a little longer.
For now, I had far more pleasant matters to attend to.
-x-X-x-
Lin Qiuhan walked the stone corridors of the Lin Family estate in a daze, her steps unsteady, the echo of her own breathing loud in her ears.
The weight of Gu Changge's calm words and Su Qingge's lethal aura still clung to her skin like frost.
He is not your brother... His body has been invaded by an ancient soul...
The claim circled endlessly in her mind.
She wanted to dismiss it as a cruel lie, a tactic to drive a wedge between her and Lin Tian. Yet the more she walked, the more recent memories surfaced against her will.
Her brother had changed.
It began after that sudden illness.
The fever that left him unconscious for three days..
When he woke, the familiar warmth in his eyes had been replaced by something colder, heavier.
The way he looked at her no longer held the protective, slightly awkward affection of a younger sibling, but a lingering, possessive heat that made her skin crawl if she allowed herself to notice.
He spoke of cultivation breakthroughs with a confidence that did not belong to the Lin Tian she had raised.
He dismissed the elders with casual arrogance.
He had even once, when he thought she was not looking, stared at her body with an intensity that made her instinctively cover herself.
Lin Qiuhan's hands tightened into fists as she descended the final flight of stairs toward the underground dungeon.
Torchlight flickered along the damp walls. The air grew colder, heavier with the scent of iron and old stone.
'What if... what if Young Master Gu was telling the truth?
The thought terrified her more than Su Qingge's threat ever could.
Two family elders stood guard at the deepest cell.
They exchanged uneasy glances when they saw her but did not dare bar the young miss of the Lin Family. One of them silently unlocked the heavy iron door and stepped aside.
Lin Qiuhan stepped into the dim chamber.
Lin Tian sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, eyes closed, back straight despite the heavy seals that suppressed his cultivation.
Faint wisps of residual soul power flickered around his form like dying embers as he attempted to circulate what little strength remained.
His handsome face was set in a mask of cold concentration, yet the veins at his temples pulsed with barely restrained fury.
The moment the door opened, his eyes snapped open.
Those eyes, once familiar, once filled with ordinary sibling affection, now held an ancient, bottomless depth that did not belong to any youth of the lower realms.
When they locked onto Lin Qiuhan, something possessive and dark flared within them.
"Qiuhan..." His voice was low, strained, yet carried an unnatural resonance.
"You came."
Lin Qiuhan stepped fully into the cell, the iron door closing behind her with a heavy clang.
She forced her voice to remain steady even as her heart continued to race.
"Brother... what happened? Young Master Gu ordered you locked away. He said terrible things. But I don't believe him. I know it's you."
Lin Tian's lips curved into a faint, almost dismissive smile.
The ancient soul occupying the body regarded her with calm superiority, the suppressed cultivation seals nothing more than a temporary inconvenience in his eyes.
"It's nothing, Qiuhan," he said, voice low and steady.
"A misunderstanding. That Gu Changge is merely a self-important outsider who doesn't understand the Lin Family. These seals are crude. By tomorrow at the latest I will be free. You need not worry."
He rose smoothly to his feet despite the restrictions binding his power, the movement fluid and confident in a way the original Lin Tian had never possessed.
His gaze lingered on her face, then drifted briefly lower before returning, possessive and unhurried.
"Come closer. You've been crying."
Lin Qiuhan hesitated, then took a few steps forward.
The cold stone under her feet seemed to echo the unease still twisting in her chest. She wanted to believe him.
She needed to believe him. Yet Gu Changge's words refused to leave her mind.
She stopped a short distance away, hands clasped tightly in front of her.
"Brother... do you remember the time when we were children? The year Mother was still alive. You fell into the lotus pond behind the old courtyard while trying to catch that red koi for me. You nearly drowned. I pulled you out by your sleeve and you coughed up water for half an hour. Afterwards you promised you would never do anything so reckless again... and you gave me the little jade fish pendant you carved yourself as an apology."
Her voice softened, almost pleading.
"Do you still remember that day? What color was the koi... and what did you say to me when you placed the pendant in my hand?"
Lin Tian's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
The original body's memories were incomplete fragments, scattered impressions left behind when the true soul of Lin Tian had been suppressed.
He searched through them quickly, grasping at the strongest echoes.
A pond. Cold water. A girl's panicked voice. A crude carving of a fish.
He answered with measured calm, the tone of someone recalling a distant event rather than a cherished childhood moment.
"The koi was scarlet. Almost the color of fresh blood under the sunlight. And when I gave you the pendant I told you... that as long as you wore it, I would always be there to protect you."
The words were close enough.
Close enough that Lin Qiuhan's shoulders loosened slightly with relief.
Yet something in the way he spoke, detached, almost clinical, left a faint unease lingering beneath the surface.
She did not notice the cold, calculating glint that passed through Lin Tian's eyes the moment she accepted the answer.
Outside the cell, deeper in the shadows of the corridor, the two elders exchanged a quiet glance and said nothing.
-x-X-x-
My fingers remained buried in Su Qingge's dark hair as her lips worked steadily along my length.
Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet pavilion.
*Schlup...Mmh... Gluck...*
Each pull of her mouth was deliberate and devoted.
I watched her without hurry, eyes half-lidded, occasionally rolling one full breast in my palm and feeling the soft flesh yield and bounce under my grip.
When I finally finished, did so without a sound, only a faint tightening of my teeth.
Su Qingge swallowed obediently, then rested her cheek against my thigh, waiting.
I stroked her hair once more before speaking.
"Clean yourself. Then go watch the dungeon from a distance. I want to know the moment Lin Qiuhan leaves that cell."
Su Qingge rose at once, robes still open, pale breasts still marked faintly by my fingers. She bowed her head.
"Yes, Master."
She left through a side door, the dark personality inside her sea of consciousness already whispering eager praise.
Alone, I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment.
The lower realm air was thin and crude compared to the Upper Realm, yet it carried a certain amusement. Here, every move was simpler. Every soul was weaker. Every so-called genius was transparent.
My thoughts drifted for a moment.
Knock!
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
One of the Lin Family elders entered, head lowered.
"Young Master Gu. The young miss has entered the dungeon. She is speaking with the prisoner."
I opened my eyes. A faint, cold smile touched my lips.
"Good. Let her. The more she questions him, the deeper the crack will grow."
I dismissed the elder with a wave.
In the damp cell below, Lin Qiuhan remained standing before her brother, the weight of his answer still settling in her chest.
The scarlet koi.
The promise of protection. It matched the memory she held.
Yet the way he had spoken those words felt distant, as though he were reciting something learned rather than something lived.
Lin Tian stepped closer.
The heavy seals around his body flickered with residual light, but his expression remained calm, almost indulgent.
"Qiuhan. You look tired. Stay a while. Tell me what that Gu Changge said to you."
She hesitated, then lowered her gaze.
"He claimed... that an ancient soul has taken your body. That you are no longer my brother."
Lin Tian's eyes darkened for a fraction of a second before the expression smoothed away.
"And you believed him?"
"I don't want to," she answered quietly. "But you have been different since the illness. The way you speak. The way you look at me."
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. The touch was gentle, yet something possessive lingered beneath it.
"I nearly died, Qiuhan. Of course I changed. Power changes people. I will not remain the weak younger brother forever. When I break these seals tomorrow, I will show you the height I am meant to reach. Then you will understand."
Lin Qiuhan searched his face. The features were familiar. The voice was familiar. Yet the depths behind his eyes felt vast and cold, like a sky she had never seen.
...
Outside the cell, Su Qingge stood in the shadows of the corridor, robes now properly fastened, listening in silence.
A small, satisfied smile curved her lips as she turned away to report.
Above them, her master sat alone in the pavilion, fingers tapping once against the armrest.
The first crack had been made.
Now I only needed to wait for it to spread.
My gaze turned colder as the next layer of the plan formed.
Lin Tian would not stay quiet. The reincarnated God King still clung to the arrogance of his past life.
Tonight, when the seals on his cultivation were at their weakest under the cover of darkness, he would attempt to use his residual soul arts.
A desperate strike aimed at Gu Changge.
Different from the original path, I would not simply counter it in private.
I would invite Lin Qiuhan to the pavilion under the pretense of discussing her brother's condition.
A recording jade slip would already be prepared and left in plain view. When Lin Tian's attack came, she would witness it with her own eyes.
The moment the ancient soul's power lashed out against the very man who had warned her, the jade slip would capture everything.
No words from me would be needed afterward.
She would see the proof herself.
The doubts already planted would harden into certainty.
The Lin Family elders would be informed next. The entire household would begin to view the sealed "brother" as a true threat, and Gu Changge as the only one capable of containing it.
Ensnaring Lin Qiuhan was only the first step.
Tonight the protagonist would make his move.
And the villain would turn that move into the perfect, undeniable trap.
As the afternoon light faded into evening, I remained alone in the pavilion. The Lin Family estate grew quieter. Distant footsteps of servants faded. The air cooled.
I closed my eyes and sank my consciousness inward.
The system interface unfolded in my mind like a dark pale light.
[Host Status]
[Name: Gu Changge]
[Family: Gu Clan (Upper Realm Main Lineage)]
[Father: Gu Lintian]
[Mother: Gu Qingxuan]
[Cultivation: Saint Realm]
[Women Claimed:]
- Su Qingge (Submission: 90%)
- Ye Liuli (Submission: 50%)
- Lin Qiuhan (Submission: 5%)
[Available functions: Destiny plunder, Desire feedback, Basic dual cultivation enhancement]
[Forbidden Technique: Perfect Dual Bliss Art - Locked]
[Description: A perverted inheritance technique of the original Gu Changge. During dual cultivation the technique automatically adjusts the user's length and thickness to perfectly match the woman's vagina, ensuring maximum stimulation for both. The pleasure delivered is so overwhelming that the woman becomes addicted and cannot live without it, gradually falling into complete love and dependence on the user's cock alone. Requires original dark lineage authority to unlock.]
My voice was calm inside my sea of consciousness.
"Anything else locked?"
The system responded in its usual emotionless tone.
[Additional feature detected.]
[System Shop will unlock when three heroines reach 90% or higher submission.]
[Current progress: 1/3]
A faint smile curved my lips.
'Su Qingge had already reached the threshold. Ye Liuli sat at half. Lin Qiuhan had only just begun. Once two more crossed ninety percent, the shop would open and the real tools would become available.'
I checked the locked technique once more.
'So he still lacked it.'
The original owner's most dangerous forbidden art remained sealed away from him. The system had given me a different path. Desire. Control. The slow breaking of body and mind. Efficient in its own way, yet incomplete.
I opened my eyes.
'It did not matter for now.
Tonight Lin Tian would attack. Lin Qiuhan would be invited to witness it. The recording jade slip would capture the truth she needed to see. The crack in her heart would widen.
After that, submission would rise.
And when three of them finally crossed the threshold, the shop would open.'
I leaned back in the chair, expression calm, already calculating the next moves.
The lower realm was only the beginning.
As night fully settled over the Lin Family estate, I summoned Old Ming into the pavilion.
The old servant entered quietly and bowed.
"Young Master."
My voice remained calm.
"Go to the dungeon. Use a recording jade slip and capture everything Lin Tian does from this moment onward. Do not interfere. Simply record. I want clear proof of whatever arts he attempts tonight."
Old Ming cupped his fists.
"Understood."
He left at once.
I then sent a simple message through one of the Lin Family servants.
Not long after, soft footsteps approached the pavilion.
Lin Qiuhan entered with visible hesitation. Her eyes held both fear and suspicion. She stopped several steps away from him, hands tightly clasped in front of her.
I rose and gestured to the seat opposite me, expression mild.
"Sit down, Qiuhan. There is no need to be so tense. I only wished to speak with you."
She sat carefully, still watching me.
I poured tea for both of them, movements unhurried and refined.
"I realized earlier that my words about your brother may have been too direct. Even if what I said is true, I could have phrased it better. For that, I apologize."
Lin Qiuhan's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected apology. The cold, overwhelming presence from before seemed softer now.
I continued in the same calm, gentlemanly tone.
"I heard the Lin Family has some foundation in alchemy. Do you know anything of the craft yourself? Refining pills, identifying herbs... even basic knowledge can be useful."
She hesitated, then answered quietly.
"I... know a little. Mother taught me some simple prescriptions when I was younger. Nothing advanced."
I nodded, as if genuinely interested.
"That is already more than most. A clear mind and steady hands are rarer than people think."
They spoke for a while longer. I asked about the family's herb garden, about the difficulties of maintaining a household in the lower realm, about small, ordinary things that required no cultivation or power. My tone never pressed. I listened more than I spoke.
Lin Qiuhan's initial fear slowly loosened. The suspicion remained, yet something warmer began to take root beneath it.
The man before her no longer felt like the cold, terrifying figure who had ordered her brother seized.
He seemed composed, cultured, even considerate.
A faint, unwilling warmth rose in her chest.
I noticed the subtle change in her eyes and smiled inwardly.
'Good. Let the crack widen a little more.'
Outside, under the cover of night, Old Ming remained in the shadows near the dungeon, recording jade slip already activated, waiting for Lin Tian to make his move.