The night was deathly quiet around Lady Mei Lin's private pavilion. All the guards had been sent away hours earlier—her orders, sharp and final, leaving no room for questions. The lotus pond outside reflected a cold, silver moon, and the silk screens hung motionless, as if the entire world was holding its breath.
Then, slow and deliberate footsteps echoed on the stone path.
A man walked through the darkness.
He had striking black hair that fell messily across his forehead, framing a face that was almost too beautiful—soft jawline, high cheekbones, full lips curved into a dangerous smirk. His red eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, sharp and predatory, like they could see straight into your soul. At first glance, he looked almost feminine: delicate features, graceful movements, the kind of androgynous beauty that made people stare and wonder. But his body told a different story—broad shoulders, powerful arms, lean yet heavily muscled torso and thighs that spoke of raw masculine strength. He was the perfect fusion of man and woman, like the heavens had taken the best of both and created something dangerous, something irresistible.
When he smiled with that chilling smirk, the air itself seemed to drop a few degrees. People instinctively trusted him the moment they saw his face… until that smirk appeared. Then they felt it—the cold certainty that this man could destroy their entire life without blinking.
He was Lin Feng.
The mongrel bastard.
He pushed the silk screen aside without knocking and stepped inside.
Lady Mei Lin sat on her high throne-like chair—red lacquered wood with phoenix carvings curling up the arms, elevated so she could look down on everyone like a queen. Her crimson robes were immaculate, hair pinned high with jade combs, face painted perfectly. But her eyes were cold fire, burning with anger and something far more dangerous.
She watched him enter.
Lin Feng stopped exactly five meters away. Close enough to see the slight tremble in her hands. Far enough to make her wait.
The Lust card throbbed hard in his core—hot, insistent, stronger than last time.
Mei Lin's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Step one foot out of line, mongrel, and I'll kill you myself."
Lin Feng tilted his head, that chilling smirk slowly spreading across his lips.
"Let's see who steps out of line first."
He didn't move.
The Lust card pulsed—once, hard.
Crimson aura leaked out—thicker, heavier than before. Invisible to the eye, but she felt it immediately. It rolled over her like warm, thick honey, sinking into her skin, her bones, her core.
Mei Lin's breath hitched sharply.
Her body betrayed her in seconds.
Legs trembled violently. Breasts heaved under the silk, nipples hardening into tight peaks. A sweet, musky aroma of her arousal leaked into the air—unstoppable, undeniable. She gripped the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white, trying desperately to hold herself upright.
But her legs bent anyway—spreading slowly, involuntarily, right there on the throne, exposing herself.
She clutched the front of his robe with shaking hands and yanked him closer.
With trembling fingers she undid his lower robe. His cock sprang free—long, thick, hard like a sword, veins pulsing with power.
She wrapped both hands around it—barely able to circle the girth—and leaned forward.
Her tongue flicked out, licking the swollen head, tasting the bead of pre-cum.
"Please…" she whispered, voice shaky and broken. "Fill me, mongrel… I need it…"
Lin Feng looked down at her, red eyes glowing faintly.
"I didn't hear you."
Her eyes flashed with leftover pride.
"Don't overstep," she snapped, but her voice cracked, weak and needy.
Lin Feng chuckled—low, dark, dangerous.
His hand slid into her perfectly pinned hair, gripping tight and ruining the jade combs.
He shoved his cock into her mouth—deep, sudden, no mercy.
Mei Lin gagged, eyes watering instantly, but she didn't pull away. She took him, throat working desperately around his thickness.
He thrust hard—once, twice—setting a brutal rhythm. She couldn't breathe properly, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in as she moaned around him.
"Take it," he growled. "All of it, you proud bitch."
She moaned louder—muffled, desperate. Her hips rocked on the throne, seeking friction she couldn't find.
Lin Feng kept thrusting—deep, relentless—until her eyes rolled back and her body went limp like a rag doll, tears streaming down her face.
He pulled out with a wet pop.
She gasped for air, coughing, lips swollen and shiny.
Lin Feng lifted her effortlessly—arms under her thighs—and carried her to the large bed like she weighed nothing.
He threw her down. Her robes fell open completely.
She looked up at him—eyes dazed, chest heaving, legs spreading wide on pure instinct.
He positioned himself at her soaked entrance—thick head pressing against her dripping folds.
"Beg," he ordered.
Mei Lin's voice cracked.
"Please… mongrel… fuck me… fill me… I can't take it anymore…"
Lin Feng thrust in—hard, deep, all the way to the hilt.
She screamed—back arching off the bed, nails raking the sheets.
He pounded into her like a beast—relentless, savage, skin slapping loudly in the quiet pavilion. Her moans turned into broken sobs, body shaking with every brutal thrust.
"Yes—yes—harder—mongrel—don't stop—fuck me harder—!"
Lin Feng gripped her throat—not choking, just holding—leaning down to growl against her ear.
"You hate me."
"I hate you," she gasped, but her hips bucked up desperately to meet him. "I hate you—I hate—ahhn—don't stop—please—!"
"Come for the mongrel you hate."
She shattered—screaming his name, walls clamping down so hard he groaned. Her whole body convulsed, tears leaking from her eyes as she came apart violently beneath him.
Lin Feng buried himself deep and spilled inside her—hot, thick, claiming every inch.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies slick and trembling.
Mei Lin stared at the ceiling, completely wrecked.
"You… you broke me again," she whispered hoarsely.
Lin Feng brushed a thumb over her swollen lower lip, voice low and dark.
"You broke yourself the moment you sent the guards away."
She swallowed hard, voice small and trembling.
"What now…? If anyone finds out…"
Lin Feng leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
"They won't."
"Not yet."
"But when they do…"
He kissed her slow and deep—claiming, possessive.
"You'll be on your knees again."
"Begging louder for the mongrel you swore to destroy."
Mei Lin shivered violently in his arms.
And outside the pavilion, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance—someone approaching through the night.
Someone who shouldn't be there at this hour.