A few days later, the festive atmosphere of Spirit City began to wane like a fading ember. The grand tournament, a spectacle of blood and glory, was a concluded chapter in the annals of history. The colossal arena stood silent, bearing the scars of the catastrophic battles fought upon its stone. Across the sprawling capital of the Spirit Hall, all the defeated and victorious teams were busy making preparations to return to their respective countries and cities. The streets were clogged with loaded wagons, armored escorts, and Spirit Masters securing their travel gear.
In the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy encampment, the mood was one of relaxed triumph. Zhang Tian was making his own preparations alongside Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Trunks filled with luxurious silks and acquired treasures were packed securely, and the opulent carriages bearing the crest of the Heaven Dou Empire were readied for the long journey north.
As for Zhu Zhuyun, Zhang Tian had no intention of leaving his newly acquired, curvy toy behind. She was a prize won through absolute dominance, and he was directly abducting her in broad daylight.
He didn't bother with diplomatic requests or polite negotiations. For a man of his standing, asking permission from a defeated enemy was an insult to his own power. Sitting at a mahogany desk within his suite, Zhang Tian drafted a formal message to the Star Luo Imperial Academy. He routed the correspondence through the official political channels of Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, who was currently being performed flawlessly by Liam using the illusions of his Mirage Spirit.
"Make sure the wax seal bears the imperial crest, Liam," Zhang Tian instructed, handing the folded parchment to the disguised subordinate. "Let them understand the weight of the hand forcing this issue."
"It shall be done precisely as you command, young master," Liam replied, bowing deeply before taking his leave.
The message was delivered directly to the Star Luo encampment by a squad of Heaven Dou imperial knights. They marched into the enemy courtyard, their armor clanking loudly, and handed the scroll directly to Dai Weisi and the attending Spirit Douluo leading their bruised entourage.
Dai Weisi sat in a wooden chair, a portrait of broken pride. His jaw was still wired shut, held together by medicinal bandages and metal braces resulting from Zhu Zhuqing's brutal kick. His golden eyes were sunken, swimming with a mixture of pain and lingering disbelief.
An elderly Spirit Douluo, his face lined with the weathering of countless battles, broke the wax seal and unfurled the parchment. As his eyes scanned the elegant calligraphy, his face drained of color, then rapidly flushed with indignant fury.
The missive stated plainly that Zhu Zhuyun would be accompanying the Heaven Dou delegation back to Heaven Dou City. The stated reason was a thinly veiled mockery, suggesting she was joining them to "have more familial exchange with her younger sister, Zhu Zhuqing."
In the precise, arrogant wording drafted by Zhang Tian, it was heavily implied that this was no negotiation. It was a strict notification of fact. The subtext was terrifyingly clear: if the Star Luo Empire really tried to demand her back, or if they dared to intercept the Heaven Dou convoy on the open road, they better be prepared for a full-scale war against the Heaven Dou Empire and its formidable allies.
The Star Luo Empire's entourage, listening to the elderly Spirit Douluo read the letter aloud in their quarters, felt an overwhelming, crushing sense of humiliation pressing down upon them like a lead weight.
Dai Weisi slammed his fist against a wooden table, the wood splintering under his base physical strength. A muffled, guttural sound of agony tore from his throat, his wired jaw preventing him from screaming his outrage. Tears of impotent rage swam in his eyes. His fiancée, the woman meant to stand beside him as the future Empress of Star Luo, was being stolen away by the very man who had humiliated him on the grand stage.
Even the seasoned teachers and elite experts of the Star Luo Imperial Academy, who had awakened from their severe injuries a few days ago, felt their blood boil at the sheer audacity of the kidnapping.
'They are treating our imperial family like common dirt beneath their boots,' one of the Star Luo teachers thought, gripping his wooden staff until his knuckles turned entirely white. 'They trample upon our dignity without a second thought.'
Yet, despite their furious posturing, they didn't dare to antagonize the Heaven Dou delegation right now. The harsh reality of their power disparity was a cold splash of water against a raging fire.
It was widely known across the continent that accompanying the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy on this trip were the terrifying entities of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were legendary figures, men whose power could sunder mountains and split the sky.
The Star Luo Imperial Academy had only brought three Spirit Douluo—experts above Rank 80 possessing eight spirit rings—as their elite escort. They naturally could not contend against experts above Rank 90 possessing nine spirit rings. A single Titled Douluo could slaughter their entire delegation before the sun reached its zenith.
The elderly Spirit Douluo sighed heavily, rolling the parchment back up. He looked at the furious Dai Weisi, his eyes filled with sorrowful resignation.
"We must swallow this bitter pill, Your Highness," the old man advised, his voice rough with defeat. "To fight now is to invite a massacre. We must return to the Emperor and report this transgression. Survival is our only victory today."
Swallowing their pride and their bitter humiliation, the Star Luo delegation packed their remaining bags. They slinked out of Spirit City like beaten dogs fleeing a storm, leaving their vice-captain behind in the absolute clutches of the enemy.
When Zhu Zhuyun came to know about the successful delivery of the message and the complete, cowardly surrender of her former team, a massive weight was lifted from her shoulders. The invisible chains binding her to the bloody succession wars of the Star Luo Empire snapped, dissolving into nothingness.
She was standing in Zhang Tian's private chamber, wearing a revealing silken dress that hugged her massive breasts like a second skin. The fabric was a deep emerald green, highlighting the porcelain fairness of her complexion. Tears of genuine relief streamed down her beautiful face, ruining her meticulously applied makeup.
"You really did it," Zhu Zhuyun whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her knees gave out, and she fell to the carpeted floor before him. "You saved me from that imperial palace. Dai Weisi didn't even try to fight for me. He abandoned me."
"I told you, elder sister," Zhu Zhuqing said softly, stepping out from the shadows of the room. She walked over and placed a comforting hand on Zhu Zhuyun's trembling shoulder. "Our Husband's power is absolute. No one defies his will. The Star Luo Empire is nothing but a paper tiger facing a true dragon."
"I owe you my life, my freedom... everything," Zhu Zhuyun sobbed, looking up at Zhang Tian with an expression of pure, unadulterated worship. Her dark eyes shone with a slavish devotion that had completely replaced her former aristocratic arrogance.
"You do owe me, Zhuyun," Zhang Tian agreed. A dark, lecherous smile spread across his handsome face as he looked down at her heavy cleavage, watching her breasts heave with her erratic breathing. "And I expect you to pay that debt starting right now."
Zhu Zhuyun didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. She eagerly reached up, her fingers gripping the neckline of her emerald dress. She pulled the silken fabric down violently, exposing her massive, fair breasts to the cool air of the suite. Her stiff pink nipples pointed upward, begging for his attention.
"Please, Husband... use me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, pressing her tear-stained face against his muscular thighs. "Let me show you my gratitude. Let me be your slut."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled, a predatory glint entering her feline eyes. She joined her sister on the floor, her own hands moving to unfasten the intricate clasps of her dark garments. The fabric fell away, revealing her identical, stunning curves and her own massive globes of flesh.
"We will serve you together, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing promised, leaning forward to press her naked chest against his other leg.
Zhang Tian let out a low groan of approval, his icy blue eyes darkening with rampant lust. He reached down and unfastened his trousers. His massive dick sprang free, instantly hard and ready for action. The thick weapon of flesh pulsed with a terrifying vitality, casting a long shadow over the two kneeling sisters.
He grabbed Zhu Zhuyun by the back of her head, his fingers tangling deeply into her short, dark hair. He guided her face forward, pushing her mouth directly onto his thick shaft.
"Show me your gratitude, Zhuyun," he commanded.
Zhu Zhuyun opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching to accommodate his terrifying girth. She eagerly swallowed him down, her throat muscles relaxing as she took him deep into her oral cavity.
Slurp. Gulp. Suck.
The wet sounds of her enthusiastic service filled the chamber. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive ridge, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from his tip. She bobbed her head rhythmically, her massive breasts bouncing against his shins with every downward motion.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tian pulled Zhu Zhuqing onto his lap. The younger sister straddled his thighs, facing him. He slid his long fingers down the curve of her stomach, delving directly into her wet, pink pussy. She was already dripping with arousal, her inner walls clenching hungrily around his intruding digits.
"Ah! Husband," Zhu Zhuqing gasped, her head falling back as he prepared her for the brutal pounding she craved.
He pumped his fingers inside her, stretching her delicate tissues, while his other hand remained firmly planted on Zhu Zhuyun's head, controlling the pace of her deep throat service.
'Having these two sisters serving me simultaneously is a true taste of paradise,' Zhang Tian thought, thoroughly enjoying the dual sensation. The wet, hot vacuum of Zhu Zhuyun's mouth pulling on his dick contrasted beautifully with the soft, heavy weight of Zhu Zhuqing's breasts pressing against his chest as she ground her hips onto his hand.
After ensuring Zhu Zhuqing was sufficiently slick, he pulled Zhu Zhuyun away from his crotch. A string of saliva connected her lips to his glistening tip.
"My turn," Zhu Zhuqing whispered.
She lifted her hips and guided his wet, saliva-slicked cock directly to her own entrance. With a ragged sigh, she sank down onto his lap, taking his entire length into her tight pussy in one smooth motion.
"AHHHH!" Zhu Zhuqing shrieked, a sound of absolute pleasure vibrating through the room.
Squelch. Slap.
He fucked them relentlessly. He held Zhu Zhuqing by her wide hips, thrusting upward from his seated position, causing her large breasts to slap heavily against his chest. Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuyun crawled up beside them. She leaned over, capturing her younger sister's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling as they shared the intoxicating taste of his essence.
Zhang Tian reached out, his free hand grabbing Zhu Zhuyun's heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he pounded into Zhu Zhuqing.
"You are both such perfect, willing whores," Zhang Tian praised them, his voice a hoarse rumble.
"Yes, Husband! We belong to you!" Zhu Zhuyun panted, pulling away from the kiss to trail her tongue down his neck.
He switched positions repeatedly, ensuring they both experienced the full extent of his terrifying stamina. He laid Zhu Zhuyun flat on the thick carpet, driving his cock into her dripping pussy while Zhu Zhuqing knelt above his face, offering her massive breasts for him to suckle. He feasted upon the younger sister's pink nipples, biting the soft flesh while his hips delivered punishing strikes to the elder sister's womb.
SMACK! SMACK!
He spanked their curvaceous buttocks, leaving bright red handprints blooming across their pale skin like roses in the snow. Their grateful moans and sexy screams of pleasure filled the chamber, creating a symphony of absolute debauchery. The two sisters, once bitter rivals bound by a cruel family curse, were now united in their submission. They bound their fates entirely to the red-haired monster who had conquered their bodies and rewritten their futures.
Meanwhile, deep within the sacred, isolated confines of the Elder Hall, Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong was attending a meeting that would alter the political landscape of the Spirit Hall.
The Elder Hall stood as a monument to divine worship. It was a sprawling structure located at the very peak of Spirit City's highest mountain. The architecture was awe-inspiring, featuring towering pillars of white marble and massive stained-glass windows depicting legendary battles between gods and mortals. The air within the hall was incredibly thin, yet thick with a holy, radiant pressure that could force a weak Spirit Master to their knees.
Bibi Dong stood in the center of the grand, sunlit chamber. She wore her formal papal attire, projecting an aura of untouchable majesty. She faced Qian Daoliu, the Grand Enshrinement of the Elder Hall, a man whose very existence was a closely guarded secret from the common populace.
The old man, possessing the terrifying, world-ending power of a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, sat upon his elevated, golden seat beneath a massive statue of a Seraphim. He wore simple, flowing white robes, a stark contrast to his immense authority. His silver hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his expression was serene, displaying the tranquility of a man who stood closest to godhood. Yet, his golden eyes flickered with a distinct, guarded curiosity.
"You requested an audience, Bibi Dong," Qian Daoliu spoke. His voice carried the resonant weight of ancient authority, echoing through the vast chamber without him needing to raise his volume. "This is a rare occurrence. We seldom cross paths unless a crisis threatens the foundations of the Spirit Hall. What is it you seek?"
Bibi Dong maintained her regal composure. Her pink eyes remained perfectly steady, showing absolutely no fear of the terrifying entity sitting before her.
"I have come to discuss the delegation of my duties as Supreme Pontiff," Bibi Dong stated formally, her voice echoing into the high ceilings. She meticulously hid her desperate, burning desire to pack her bags and follow Zhang Tian to the ends of the earth.
Qian Daoliu's eyes widened slightly. A flicker of genuine shock broke through his carefully maintained, serene facade. He leaned forward slightly, his hands gripping the armrests of his golden chair.
"Delegate your duties?" Qian Daoliu asked, his tone laced with profound disbelief. "You have fiercely guarded your absolute control over the Spirit Hall for decades. You have fought tooth and nail against the influence of this very Elder Hall to consolidate your power. Why the sudden shift? What scheme are you brewing?"
"I plan to travel to the Heaven Dou Empire for an extended period," Bibi Dong stated smoothly, utilizing the brilliant, deceptive excuse Zhang Tian had provided her during their intimate session.
"I wish to spend more time with my daughter, Renxue," she continued, allowing a perfectly calculated fraction of vulnerability to seep into her voice. "I intend to oversee her progress in the imperial capital personally. More importantly... I wish to mend the rift between us."
Qian Daoliu was entirely taken aback. The words hung in the air, a revelation so shocking it temporarily stunted his formidable intellect. He stared at the woman standing below him. This was the woman who had harbored such intense, venomous hatred for his son, Qian Xunji, and, by tragic extension, his innocent granddaughter, for so many bitter years.
'She wants to be a mother to Renxue?' Qian Daoliu thought, his heart experiencing a sudden, unexpected flutter of profound hope.
He had known, through the meticulous reports of his hidden shadows and elite spies, that the two women had been spending an unusual amount of time together during the course of the tournament. The spies had reported instances of them sharing meals, discussing strategy without hostility, and even exchanging gifts.
But to think that their fractured, blood-stained relationship had been repaired to such an incredible extent that the ambitious, power-hungry Bibi Dong was willing to abandon her throne temporarily just to be near her? It was nothing short of a miracle.
A deep, overwhelming sense of relief washed over the old man like a soothing tide. He felt a heavy burden lifting from his ancient shoulders. He felt as though one of the greatest, most painful regrets of his incredibly long life—the shattered family dynamic caused entirely by his deceased son's vile, unforgivable actions—had finally been dealt with. He loved Qian Renxue more than his own life, and knowing she might finally experience the maternal love she had been denied brought a mist to his golden eyes.
"If your true goal is to support Renxue," Qian Daoliu said slowly, measuring his words. His voice softened considerably, abandoning the harsh tone of the Grand Enshrinement and instead carrying a tone of grandfatherly warmth. "If you seek to rebuild your familial bond and guide her..."
He paused, looking deeply into Bibi Dong's pink eyes, searching for deception but finding only a resolute calmness.
"Then I will not stand in your way," Qian Daoliu declared, his decision final.
"I will temporarily oversee the mundane matters of the Spirit Hall," he agreed, granting his ultimate approval. "I will manage the bishops and the elders in your absence, ensuring the daily operations run smoothly until your return. Go to her. Be the mother she desperately needs."
"Thank you, Grand Enshrinement," Bibi Dong replied, bowing her head slightly in a gesture of formal respect.
As she lowered her face, hiding it from the old man's piercing gaze, a triumphant, infatuated smirk tugged sharply at the corners of her lips. The deception had worked flawlessly. The old fool was entirely blinded by his love for his granddaughter, completely ignorant of the true, carnal motivations driving her departure.
Her mind was already racing miles ahead, flying past the gates of Spirit City and speeding toward the luxurious bedchamber of her beloved Husband in Heaven Dou City. She imagined his massive dick, his rough hands, and his degrading praise. She had secured her freedom without relinquishing her crown, all to serve as the devoted slut of Zhang Tian.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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