The opulent, dimly lit living room of the grand mansion felt less like a sanctuary of luxury and more like a suffocating execution block. Tang Yuehua stood frozen beneath the arched doorway, her bare feet pressing against the plush, woven carpet. Her breath hitched in her throat, catching on the jagged edges of a reality she could scarcely comprehend. The scandalous, heavily embroidered ivory bodice gripped her ribs like a vice, pushing her full breasts upward in a display of carnal offering, while the daringly high slits of her skirt left her long, pale legs exposed to the ambient warmth of the room. Yet, the physical humiliation of her attire was entirely eclipsed by the psychological devastation raining down upon her.
She stared at the breathtaking, crimson-haired woman straddling Zhang Tian's lap. Ah Yin. The revered, tragically martyred wife of her elder brother, Tang Hao.
Tang Yuehua's mind reeled, plunging into a turbulent vortex of conflicting memories and shattering paradigms. She simply could not reconcile the vicious, mocking predator sitting before her with the gentle, deeply compassionate Blue Silver Emperor she had known decades ago.
'Why is Sister Ah Yin acting this way?' Tang Yuehua thought, her chest rising and falling in erratic, shallow gasps that caused the silver body chains draped across her exposed midriff to clink softly together. 'She sacrificed her own cultivation, her physical form, her entire existence to become Brother Hao's Ninth Spirit Ring. She gave up everything so that he could survive the ambush by the Spirit Hall. Brother Hao loved her so deeply, so profoundly, that his grief drove him to challenge Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji and then retreat into a life of squalor and misery. Their love was a tragic, unbreakable bond.'
Her sky blue hair fell in messy waves over her bare shoulders as she trembled. 'How did she return from the dead? How did she regain a human form? And more importantly... why does she look at me with such concentrated venom? Why does she speak of Brother Hao with such sneering contempt? What could have possibly poisoned her heart against the man who wept blood for her loss?'
Tang Yuehua was entirely confused, adrift in a sea of broken legends. Ah Yin's words echoed in her ears, each syllable a serrated blade slicing away the pride of the Clear Sky Sect. Ah Yin had explicitly mentioned how the two of them—the wife and the sister of the great Clear Sky Douluo—would be serving the exact same man together. It was a deliberate, calculated humiliation intended to fulfill some twisted, depraved taste of Zhang Tian's, a theatrical display orchestrated purely to make fun of Tang Hao and spit upon the entire legacy of their clan.
Although Tang Yuehua knew that Ah Yin technically owed nothing to the Clear Sky Sect itself—having suffered the brunt of the Spirit Hall's persecution while the sect had sealed its gates in cowardly retreat—it still felt incredibly sinister for her former sister-in-law to speak of her beloved brother with such unapologetic disdain.
Yet, Tang Yuehua did not dare to voice her turbulent thoughts. She bit her lower lip, forcing back the desperate questions that burned her tongue. She was a captive holding the fragile lives of three Titled Douluos in her hands. One wrong word, one display of insubordination, could result in Tang Hongyi's evisceration being resumed in the dark dungeons below.
Zhang Tian lounged comfortably against the velvet cushions of the sofa, his large hands resting possessively on Ah Yin's curvaceous hips. His icy blue eyes shifted from his Empress to the trembling woman standing in the archway. A dark, entertained gleam danced within his gaze.
"You possess a rather beautiful voice, Tang Yuehua," Zhang Tian remarked smoothly, breaking the heavy tension in the room. "The intelligence reports suggest that as the master of the Moon Pavilion, you are unparalleled in the four noble arts. Poetry, dancing, calligraphy, and music. Since you are standing there looking so delightfully flustered, you might as well make yourself useful. Play a song for us."
Tang Yuehua blinked, her tear-stained eyes widening in mild surprise. A song? In the midst of this degrading nightmare, he wanted musical entertainment?
She forced herself to take a deep, stabilizing breath. She pushed her shoulders back, attempting to reclaim a fraction of the regal poise she had spent her life cultivating, though the scandalous cut of her bodice made the gesture seem entirely provocative rather than dignified.
"I... I can sing for you, Lord Marquis," Tang Yuehua replied, her voice trembling slightly before she forced it into a steady, melodic cadence. "However, to perform a piece worthy of your expectations, I require a proper instrument. A zither is necessary to anchor the melody and provide the correct resonance."
She requested the instrument with a sliver of desperate hope, wondering if the logistical impossibility of procuring a high-quality zither in the middle of the night might delay the inevitable degradation she knew was coming.
Zhang Tian merely chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against Ah Yin's chest.
"A zither is a simple request," Zhang Tian murmured.
He didn't summon an attendant. He didn't gesture toward a hidden storage compartment. Instead, he simply raised his right hand, his palm facing the empty space upon the plush, woven carpet a few paces away from the sofa.
Tang Yuehua watched in sheer, unadulterated astonishment as the fundamental laws of nature were casually rewritten before her eyes.
A cluster of thick, vibrant crimson vines erupted directly from the polished floorboards beneath the carpet. The Blood Silver God Tree vines writhed and intertwined with breathtaking, architectural precision. However, they did not retain the fleshy, organic texture of a plant. As the vines wove together to form the long, elegant body of a zither, the material itself began to undergo a profound, molecular shift.
The deep red plant fibers smoothed out, adopting a lustrous, metallic sheen that resembled polished, blood-soaked mahogany mixed with dark steel. The golden veins inherent to his supreme martial spirit flattened and stretched, forming the intricate, vibrating strings of the instrument. Within a matter of seconds, a magnificent, flawlessly crafted Crimson Zither rested elegantly upon a manifested, intertwining wooden stand.
"Take it," Zhang Tian ordered casually, dropping his hand back down to caress Ah Yin's bare thigh. "And it had better be a good song. My Empress and I wish to be properly entertained while we enjoy our evening."
Tang Yuehua took a hesitant step forward, the high slits of her skirt parting to reveal the entire length of her pale, trembling legs. She approached the botanical construct, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She reached out, her delicate fingers brushing against the frame of the Crimson Zither. She gasped softly.
The material did not feel like wood or plant matter. It was cool, dense, and resonated with a heavy, metallic solidity that defied logical explanation. She plucked a single, golden string. The sound that rang out was impossibly clear, rich, and carried a lingering, sonorous depth that rivaled the most ancient, masterfully crafted instruments hidden within the vaults of the Star Luo Imperial Palace.
But the most shocking aspect was the ambient aura radiating from the instrument. As she rested her hands upon the metallic frame, a gentle, incredibly soothing wave of pure Life Spirit Energy seeped into her fingertips. The nourishing aura flowed up her arms, wrapping around her strained, panicked meridians like a warm embrace. It eased the violent trembling in her muscles and calmed her racing heartbeat, forcefully stabilizing her physical vessel.
'He created this with his martial spirit?' Tang Yuehua thought, her mind reeling from the casual display of god-like manipulation. 'To alter the physical properties of a plant into resonating metal, and to imbue it with such pure, healing vitality... his control his spirit is frightening and his abilities are too strange.'
She did not dare to use her mind to play any tricks or attempt to channel her negligible spirit power into a disruptive frequency. She obediently stood before the beautifully crafted stand, positioning her fingers over the golden strings.
She closed her eyes, seeking refuge in the familiar, comforting realm of her music. She chose a piece renowned for its intricate fingerwork and sweeping, romantic melodies: "Tears of the Silver Moon."
Her fingers began to dance across the strings. The Crimson Zither responded beautifully, the notes cascading through the grand living room like a gentle, mourning rain. Tang Yuehua opened her mouth, her voice rising in a clear, hauntingly beautiful soprano that perfectly matched the melancholic tune.
For a fleeting moment, she almost lost herself in the art, the soothing life energy of the instrument keeping her grounded.
But the reality of her surroundings refused to be ignored.
As the opening verses of the song filled the chamber, Zhang Tian did not sit back and listen like a polite audience member. He used the beautiful, sweeping music as a mere atmospheric backdrop for his own carnal indulgence.
Tang Yuehua kept her eyes lowered toward the strings, but her peripheral vision captured the entire, highly explicit scene unfolding on the velvet sofa right in front of her.
Zhang Tian's large hands tangled in Ah Yin's crimson hair, pulling her face down for a bruising, deeply passionate kiss. Ah Yin let out a soft, breathy moan that harmonized jarringly with the delicate notes of the zither. The Blood Silver Empress shifted her curvy hips, maneuvering her sheer, deep blue silken gown until it pooled uselessly around her waist, completely exposing her lower half.
Tang Yuehua's breath hitched, her fingers nearly missing a chord as she watched Zhang Tian effortlessly unbuckle his dark trousers. His massive, heavily throbbing length sprang free. Ah Yin didn't hesitate. She lifted her hips and slid smoothly down onto his thick shaft, taking him to the hilt in one fluid, practiced motion.
"Ahhh! Husband... yes!" Ah Yin cried out, her voice loud, uninhibited, and completely devoid of any aristocratic shame.
Zhang Tian's hands moved aggressively, gripping Ah Yin's wide, curvaceous hips and establishing a deep, relentless, and wetly audible rhythm. He pulled the neckline of her gown downward, completely freeing her massive, heavy breasts. The plush, milky-white globes bounced wildly with every upward thrust of his hips, the dark pink areolas straining in the dim light.
Tang Yuehua forced herself to keep playing, her voice trembling slightly as she sang the second verse. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh colliding with flesh echoed relentlessly across the room, competing directly with the delicate plucking of the golden strings.
She watched in horrified, mesmerizing disbelief as the scene escalated into a marathon of unbridled debauchery.
Ah Yin was completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Her beautiful, mature face was flushed a deep, vibrant crimson. She threw her head back, her neck exposed, screaming Zhang Tian's name in pure, ecstatic bliss. Zhang Tian was ruthless with her body. He grabbed her massive breasts, kneading the soft flesh punishingly hard, his thumbs ruthlessly pinching her stiffening nipples. He leaned forward, burying his face in her deep cleavage, kissing and biting the soft skin while he pounded her from below.
The hours dragged on, the moon tracing a slow arc across the sky outside the frost-warded windows. Tang Yuehua cycled through her repertoire, singing song after song, her throat growing dry, her fingers aching from the continuous play.
She witnessed Zhang Tian effortlessly flip Ah Yin over, pressing her face-down into the velvet cushions. He took her from behind in a brutal, animalistic doggy style, his large hands delivering sharp, stinging spanks to her jiggly, curvy buttocks. The loud smacks made Tang Yuehua flinch instinctively, her own heart racing.
She watched as Ah Yin eagerly, desperately dropped to her knees on the plush carpet, taking Zhang Tian's massive, slick dick deep into her throat. The wet, slurping sounds of the oral worship were obscene, a stark contrast to the noble poetry Tang Yuehua was desperately trying to sing.
And finally, she watched as Zhang Tian pulled Ah Yin back onto the sofa, laying her flat on her back. He drove into her with a final, devastating series of rapid thrusts. Ah Yin wailed, her inner walls spasming violently as she climaxed for the dozenth time. Zhang Tian let out a low, guttural roar, emptying a massive, scalding load of his thick white seed directly against her cervix.
Ah Yin collapsed limply against the cushions, panting heavily, her eyes rolled back in her head, completely devastated and blissfully sated.
Tang Yuehua's hands trembled over the golden strings. She kept her eyes glued to the instrument, her face burning with a mortifying, inescapable heat. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, musky and overpowering.
Despite the profound hatred and the paralyzing fear she harbored for the man who had crippled her sect members, Tang Yuehua could not suppress the traitorous, biological reactions occurring within her own body. She had spent her entire forty years of life dedicated to the austere, disciplined pursuit of noble etiquette and political maneuvering. She had remained fiercely chaste, preserving her purity as a symbol of her untouchable status.
Yet, as she had been forced to stand there for hours, intimately witnessing the raw, unfiltered manifestation of carnal pleasure, she felt a strange, terrifying curiosity blooming in the darkest corners of her mind. She saw the way Ah Yin's body trembled, the way her eyes glazed over with an ecstasy that seemed to transcend mortal comprehension.
Tang Yuehua felt a damp, uncomfortable warmth pooling between her own thighs. The sheer, involuntary wetness soaking her silken undergarments horrified her. She clamped her legs tightly together, the high slits of her skirt parting slightly with the motion, praying to the heavens that the ambient shadows hid her shameful, biological betrayal. She didn't want to admit it, she vehemently denied it in her conscious thoughts, but a minuscule, hidden fraction of her soul involuntarily wondered what kind of overwhelming, mind-shattering pleasure could possibly reduce a proud Super Douluo like Ah Yin to a weeping, begging mess of submission.
"Stop playing," Zhang Tian's voice cut through the lingering echoes of her final chord.
Tang Yuehua froze, her hands dropping instantly to her sides. The sudden silence in the room was deafening.
Zhang Tian gently pushed a sleeping, thoroughly exhausted Ah Yin to the side, allowing her to rest comfortably against the velvet armrest. He stood up from the sofa, his dark trousers hanging loosely on his hips, his heavily muscled chest gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat.
He looked at Tang Yuehua, his icy blue eyes sweeping over her scandalous ivory bodice and her exposed, pale legs. A slow, incredibly predatory smile stretched across his handsome features.
"Come closer, Tang Yuehua," Zhang Tian commanded, his tone smooth, carrying the undeniable, terrifying authority of a conqueror preparing to claim his spoils.
Tang Yuehua's breath hitched. She knew exactly what was coming. The performance was over; the execution was at hand.
She forced her bare feet to move, stepping away from the Crimson Zither. Her legs felt like lead, trembling with a mixture of profound dread and an unsettling, nervous anticipation she desperately tried to crush. She stopped a few paces away from him, keeping her eyes lowered to his chest, unwilling to meet his penetrating gaze.
"Look at me," Zhang Tian ordered softly.
She slowly raised her head, her beautiful, mature face a portrait of constrained terror.
Zhang Tian closed the remaining distance between them with a single, fluid step. He did not immediately tear her clothes or throw her to the floor. Instead, he reached out with his left hand, his warm, calloused fingers gently making contact with the bare, flawless skin of her exposed midriff.
Tang Yuehua gasped sharply, her stomach muscles clenching involuntarily at the sudden, burning heat of his touch.
His fingers trailed slowly, agonizingly along the curve of her waist, tracing the delicate, silver body chains that draped across her stomach. He circled her deep, sensual navel, his touch feather-light, yet carrying an underlying, implicit threat of overwhelming power. He stepped closer, stepping smoothly into her personal space, and wrapped his strong right arm securely around her lower back, pulling her curvy hips firmly against his groin.
"Lord Marquis... please," Tang Yuehua whispered, her voice a fragile, trembling thread. "Do not... do not treat me like a common harlot. I am here to negotiate the release of my brothers. I have capitulated to your demands."
"You are here to serve a purpose, Yuehua," Zhang Tian murmured, his voice a dark, husky rumble that vibrated against her collarbone. "And right now, your purpose is to entertain me."
He leaned his head down, bypassing her lips entirely. He pressed his mouth against the sensitive, milky-white skin of her graceful neck. He began to kiss her throat with slow, deliberate precision, his tongue darting out to taste the erratic, frantic pulse fluttering beneath her skin. He moved lower, his lips grazing the sharp, elegant line of her collarbone, leaving a trail of damp heat that sent violent, involuntary shivers cascading down her spine.
"Your skin is remarkably soft for a woman who has spent her life navigating the treacherous, bloody politics of empires," Zhang Tian praised softly, his breath hot against the deep, plunging V-neckline of her ivory bodice. "A fresh, noble beauty perfectly preserved in her prime. A virgin untouched by the filth of the world. It is a rare, exquisite delicacy."
Tang Yuehua squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears threatening to spill over her lashes. She instinctively tried to push her hands against his broad chest, attempting to maintain a fraction of distance between them.
"Please... I beg of you," she pleaded, her voice cracking as her desperate resistance met the immovable wall of his physical strength. "I am not a toy for your amusement. My dignity is all I have left. I do not want this."
"Your dignity was surrendered the moment you put on this dress," Zhang Tian replied, completely unaffected by her verbal resistance.
His left hand moved upward from her midriff, his fingers hooking casually under the solid metallic gold trim of her structured cap sleeve. With a slow, deliberate pull, he dragged the sleeve down her shoulder, exposing more of her pale, trembling skin. His hand then slid over the intricate, swirling gold embroidery of her bodice, coming to rest firmly upon the heavy, plush swell of her left breast.
Tang Yuehua let out a soft, choked whimper. She tried to twist her torso away, but his right arm held her securely against him, trapping her in his embrace.
Zhang Tian did not rush. He enjoyed her body like a master connoisseur savoring a priceless, aged vintage. He took his time, allowing the aroma to settle before tasting the wine. He squeezed her breast gently at first, molding the soft, yielding flesh beneath the stiff ivory fabric. He explored the weight and volume of her curves, his thumb expertly finding the stiffening peak of her nipple hidden beneath the brocade patterns. He rubbed the sensitive bud rhythmically, ignoring her quiet, desperate pleas to stop.
"Your words tell me to cease, Yuehua," Zhang Tian chuckled softly, his mouth trailing wet kisses across the exposed upper slopes of her deep cleavage. "But your body tells an entirely different story. Your heart is racing. Your breath is ragged. And you are trembling in my arms like a leaf in the wind."
His hand slipped lower, moving past the V-shaped waistband of her skirt. He slid his fingers effortlessly through the daringly high side slit, his hand making direct, skin-to-skin contact with her bare, curvy thigh.
Tang Yuehua gasped loudly, her eyes snapping open. She tried to clamp her legs together, but his thick thigh had already wedged itself between hers, forcing her stance wide.
His hand roamed upward along her thigh, tracing the smooth, flawless contour of her leg until his fingers brushed against the damp, thin silk of her undergarments. He pressed his palm firmly against her core, feeling the undeniable, soaking wet heat radiating from her entrance.
"You see?" Zhang Tian mocked gently, his icy blue eyes locking onto her tear-filled gaze. "You have stood here for hours, watching me thoroughly ruin my Empress, and your noble, chaste body has betrayed you. You are soaking wet for me, Yuehua. You are desperate to know what it feels like to be completely, utterly consumed."
"No... it's not true... I hate you," Tang Yuehua sobbed, turning her face away, utterly humiliated by her own biological response. The friction of his hand pressing against her slick core sent jolts of terrifying, confusing pleasure shooting up her spine, undermining her every attempt at resistance.
"Hate me all you wish," Zhang Tian murmured, his hand retreating from her thigh, only to grab the delicate, golden clasps securing the front of her ivory bodice. "But you will still surrender to me."
With a sudden, forceful twist of his wrists, Zhang Tian ripped the structured bodice open. The intricate gold embroidery popped, the fabric parting to completely expose her massive, heavy breasts to the cool air of the living room. Her large, pale globes bounced heavily, her dark pink areolas completely bare, the stiff nipples straining outward.
He leaned down instantly, capturing her left breast in his mouth. He sucked the sensitive peak deep into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, swirling his tongue wildly around the tight bud.
Tang Yuehua screamed, her hands flying up to tangle frantically in his dark red hair. The sudden, intense sensory overload was blinding. She had never been touched with such aggressive, possessive intimacy. The suction sent a liquid fire rushing straight down to her core, making her knees buckle. Zhang Tian supported her entirely, his hands gripping her bare, curvaceous hips, kneading the plush flesh of her buttocks through the thin fabric of her skirt as he devoured her breasts.
For hours, Zhang Tian indulged in a meticulous, agonizingly thorough session of foreplay. He systematically broke down her mental barriers, substituting her fear and hatred with a chaotic, overwhelming cocktail of carnal pleasure. He tasted every inch of her exposed skin, leaving light, reddish marks across her collarbone and stomach. He praised her mature, pristine beauty relentlessly, his dirty, explicit dialogue contrasting sharply with her lifelong dedication to purity.
Tang Yuehua's verbal resistance faded into a series of breathless, whimpering moans. Her body melted against his, her head falling back as she allowed him to freely manipulate her voluptuous form. She was entirely lost in a sensory haze, her mind unable to process anything beyond the burning heat of his hands and mouth.
Finally, Zhang Tian decided the appetizer had been thoroughly savored. It was time for the main course.
He gripped the V-shaped waistband of her skirt. With a swift, decisive pull, he yanked the garment downward. The heavy fabric, along with her soaked silken undergarments, slid down her thick thighs and pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them clumsily, leaving her entirely, breathtakingly naked before him.
He guided her backward, pressing her shoulders gently against the plush backrest of an ornate, velvet armchair. She leaned back, her massive breasts heaving with her rapid breaths, her long, pale legs slightly parted, completely exposing her tight, light pink virgin pussy to his gaze.
Zhang Tian reached down, firmly gripping his massive, rock-hard dick. He aligned the blunt, weeping tip directly against her slick, untouched entrance.
The sheer, intimidating size of his shaft resting against her delicate folds sent a sudden, violent spike of panic through Tang Yuehua's hazy mind. The reality of what was about to happen crashed over her.
"Lord Marquis... please, wait," Tang Yuehua gasped, her hands flying down to press frantically against his muscular abdomen, trying to push him away. "It's too big... it will tear me apart... please, I can't..."
"Relax, Yuehua," Zhang Tian ordered, his voice brooking no argument. He grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her hands away and pinning them securely to the armrests of the chair.
He did not offer any gentle, prolonged preparation. He knew that for a woman of her age and tight physiology, a slow entry would only prolong the agony.
He thrust his hips forward with a steady, unyielding, and powerful push.
His thick cock breached her entrance, immediately meeting the stubborn, unyielding resistance of her hymen. He didn't hesitate. With a final, brutal surge of forward momentum, he pushed completely through the barrier, driving his shaft deep into her tight, virgin depths, burying himself to the hilt in one devastating plunge.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Tang Yuehua shrieked, her voice a high, piercing wail of pure, unadulterated agony that echoed sharply across the grand living room. Her head threw back, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. Her entire body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down furiously around his thick girth, spasming wildly in a desperate attempt to reject the massive intrusion.
The pain was a blinding, searing fire that tore through her core. She felt as though she were literally being split in two. A thin trickle of bright, crimson blood leaked from her torn entrance, running slowly down her pale, trembling thigh, a stark, visceral testament to the violent claiming of her forty-year-old purity.
Zhang Tian held himself perfectly still for a few moments, allowing her tight, panicking muscles to adjust to the overwhelming fullness of his size. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, forceful kiss, swallowing her pained sobs while his hands moved to gently, rhythmically massage her heavy breasts, attempting to coax her body into a state of arousal that could override the trauma.
"Shhh, it's done," Zhang Tian murmured against her mouth. "The pain will pass. I will show you the pleasure hiding beneath it."
He slowly, agonizingly began to withdraw his hips, pulling almost completely out before pushing forward again.
"No... please, stop..." Tang Yuehua begged, her voice a broken, raspy sob. "It hurts... it hurts so much... please pull it out..."
Zhang Tian ignored her pleas. He established a slow, deliberate, and incredibly deep rhythm. He knew that stopping now would only leave her in pain. He had to push her through the barrier of suffering and force her body to recognize the pleasure.
He began thrusting inside her pussy, his speed gradually increasing, his movements becoming rougher and more demanding. He drove his hips forward with a heavy, mechanical force.
SMACK! SQUELCH!
The loud sounds of his pelvis colliding with her soft thighs filled the room. With every deep, punishing plunge, he struck her cervix, sending jolts of lightning up her spine.
"Please! Ahhh! I can't take it!" Tang Yuehua cried out, thrashing helplessly against the velvet chair.
But as the minutes dragged on, the searing pain slowly began to recede, forcefully replaced by a deep, throbbing, and completely overwhelming sensation of fullness. The intense friction of his thick cock sliding against her highly sensitive, swollen internal walls sparked a blazing inferno of carnal lust that began to rapidly consume her rational mind. Her desperate screams of agony gradually morphed into breathless, high-pitched moans of confusion and burgeoning, undeniable ecstasy. The proud, austere master of the Moon Pavilion was being systematically, brutally broken down, her entire existence reduced to the agonizing, exquisite rhythm of his devastating thrusts.
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