As evening descended, the luxurious hotel suite fell into a quiet, heavily charged ambiance.
Fu Ye emerged from the master bathroom, completely refreshed and casually drying his dark hair. The moment they saw their handsome husband walk out, the beautiful cat sisters, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, exchanged a pair of deeply flushing, intensely excited glances before instantly dashing inside the bathroom together.
Soon, the rhythmic, splashing sound of the hot shower echoed through the suite, accompanied by the sweet, melodic giggles and playful splashes of the two sister-goddesses. Listening to their uninhibited, joyful banter from across the door, a wicked, deeply satisfied smirk crept onto Fu Ye's lips.
Directly on the other side of the incredibly thin wall, Davis—who had been thoroughly healed from his broken bones by the Star Luo team's elite recovery doctor—lay flat on his grand bed.
Inside his own bathroom, the flirtatious, seductive noblewoman from the restaurant was currently washing herself. Under normal circumstances, this would be the prelude to a highly passionate night for the Crown Prince. However, at this exact moment, Davis's ears were completely assaulted by the clear, echoing sounds of playful laughter and intimate splashing coming from the adjacent room.
Recognizing those exact, unforgettable voices, his body stiffened violently, and he instinctively bolted upright in bed, his fists clenching until his knuckles turned entirely white.
But what followed next was a sequence of explicit, devastatingly clear words that pushed the Star Luo Crown Prince to the absolute brink of literal insanity.
"My precious, adored Master... have you properly decided how you want to thoroughly devour and taste this obedient little kitty today? My entire body is entirely yours for the taking~"
Having utilized their dense spirit power to instantly flash-dry the moisture from their porcelain skin, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing stepped out of the bathroom.
To completely maximize their husband's desires, the two sister-goddesses had dressed in matching, hyper-provocative black silk lingerie sets, complete with sheer, lace-trimmed garter belts that tightly hugged their voluptuous, rounded hips and perfectly accentuated their long, flawless legs. Zhuyun slithered straight into Fu Ye's lap, her voice dripping with an intensely submissive, intoxicatingly lecherous invitation.
"Sister... you are being far too shameless and forward," Zhu Zhuqing teased with a beautifully wicked, breathless giggle, crawling onto the mattress on her hands and knees, her tight, rounded contours perfectly showcased under the moonlight.
They were already a deeply established, profoundly passionate married couple with Fu Ye. As for exactly who these loud, incredibly provocative words were meant to torment—everyone present knew the answer perfectly.
Thud! Creak! Slap!
As the thin wall began to rhythmically vibrate, the sounds of fabric tearing, wet, heavy kisses, and deep, guttural groans of absolute dominance filled the air.
Davis's eyes turned entirely bloodshot, a volcano of pure, unadulterated humiliation and rage threatening to rupture his chest. Right at that moment, his flirtatious noblewoman stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a sheer silk nightgown. Seeing the terrifying, psychotic glare twisted across the prince's face, her seductive smile instantly froze, her eyes widening in pure fear.
"You... get the f*** over here, right now!!!" Davis roared like a wounded, pathetic beast.
He grabbed her violently, throwing her onto the mattress and brutally forcing himself upon her, desperately using her body as a hollow, pathetic substitute to vent his burning humiliation. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to drown out the noise, his ears were relentlessly filled with the loud, echoing, and completely unbridled moans of his former fiancée, Zhu Zhuyun, screaming Fu Ye's name in pure, toe-curling ecstasy as Fu Ye thoroughly opened her up and claimed every single inch of her soul.
Listening to those wet, echoing sounds of raw, thunderous lovemaking next door, Davis felt his heart being violently hacked by a dull blade.
He was drowning in absolute, bitter regret. If only he had mobilized the entire military to hunt for Zhu Zhuyun the exact millisecond she went missing two years ago, she wouldn't be currently serving as a submissive, broken plaything in another man's bed!
Furthermore, his intelligence network had just delivered a terrifying dossier: the monstrous youth holding his women had single-handedly slaughtered the entire high-tier combat force of the Heaven Dou Empire and thoroughly emptied their royal treasury. Fu Ye was an apex predator whom he could not touch without bringing total annihilation upon the Star Luo Empire.
But the burning, absolute hatred of having his women stolen was a supreme royal stain! Thirty years east, thirty years west... except Davis wasn't poor, nor did he possess a protagonist's destiny. He was just a pathetic cuckold listening to his fiancée getting wildly turned inside out through a hotel wall.
The Next Morning
Nobody knew exactly what dark, agonizing thoughts tortured Davis throughout the endless night. The elite members of the Star Luo Team only knew that when they met their Crown Prince the following morning, he possessed massive, pitch-black dark circles under his hollow eyes, looking completely drained of life. The beautiful noblewoman standing beside him remained completely silent, her head bowed in sheer psychological exhaustion.
However, just as the Star Luo squad stepped out into the grand corridor to head toward the arena, the adjacent door clicked open. Fu Ye strode out elegantly, his arms comfortably wrapped around the waists of Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing.
"You wicked, ruthless man... you treated your poor big sister far too harshly last night. I can barely even stand straight," Zhu Zhuyun pouted with a beautifully spoiled, deeply submissive whine, resting her entire voluptuous weight against Fu Ye's powerful arm.
Beside her, Zhu Zhuqing's porcelain face was thoroughly blanketed in a burning, radiant crimson blush. As she tried to walk, her slender, shapely legs trembled so violently from the non-stop, intense orgasms of the previous night that her steps were completely unsteady, forcing her to lean heavily into her husband's side with a distinct, beautifully sore wobble.
"Tsk, you two were the ones aggressively begging your husband for more all night," Fu Ye chuckled wickedly, gently squeezing their round hips. "I merely gave you exactly what you craved, but your capacities simply couldn't handle my stamina."
The surrounding Star Luo Imperial Team members were far from innocent children. Seeing the girls' thoroughly satisfied, physically spent states and hearing those explicit details, they immediately understood the absolute, world-shattering intensity of the wild sex session that had taken place right next to their captain.
One by one, they cast deeply pitiful, mourning glances toward Davis. Their eyes practically shouted: "Boss... it's okay, just endure it. So what if your head is a literal blooming forest of green? It's not the end of the world..."
As Fu Ye casually strolled past the frozen, trembling prince, his golden eyes flashed with a cold, mocking light. He condensed his soul power, sending a direct, highly explicit telepathic transmission straight into Davis's mental consciousness:
"Your imperial fiancée's tight, virgin body tasted absolutely divine, Crown Prince. She begged me to fill her over and over again all night, screaming my name in pure, unbridled pleasure while you listened on the other side of the wall like a pathetic, silent dog."
BOOM!!!!
Davis felt as though a ten-ton primordial iron hammer had violently slammed directly into his bare heart. The sheer, overwhelming psychological execution caused his blood pressure to violently rupture.
"PFTTT—!!!"
A massive, torrential fountain of fresh, crimson blood violently erupted from his mouth, spraying across the pristine carpet as his knees buckled completely.
"You...!!!"
"You shameless, disgusting demon!!!" he shrieked hysterically, his voice cracking like a dying crow.
However, by the time his pathetic, blood-soaked screams echoed through the hallway, Fu Ye had already guided his two beautiful cat-goddesses into the grand elevator, leaving the building entirely. Zhuyun and Zhuqing simply buried their blushing faces into their husband's broad shoulders, their slender bodies shaking as they giggled uncontrollably at the prince's spectacular, blood-spatting collapse.
The Tianshui Reunion and The Grand Arena
Shortly after, inside the Tianshui Academy's ultra-luxury penthouse.
Fu Ye successfully returned to the group, flanked by his two beautiful "injured casualties." The moment Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the rest of the harem girls witnessed the cat sisters' intensely flushed faces and trembling, unsteady steps, they let out a barrage of teasing, high-pitched giggles and immediately swarmed them.
"Wow, Sister Zhuyun, Sister Zhuqing... it looks like Brother Fu Ye thoroughly broke you both last night! Look at how you're walking!" Xiao Wu teased wickedly, poking Zhuyun's waist.
As the girls chattered and teased each other in a beautiful display of harmonious sisterhood, Fu Ye smiled warmly and materialized two shimmering, high-grade spiritual recovery pills from his inventory, gently feeding them to the cat sisters to soothe their raw, heavily over-indulged bodies and instantly restore their peak mobility.
By 3:00 PM, the atmosphere shifted to one of supreme, suffocating grandeur. Deep within the heart of Spirit City, atop the magnificent, elevated papal platform.
The supreme Pope, Bibi Dong, stood before the massive gathering of elite contestants, delivering her majestic, highly authoritative official opening address.
In truth, the three legendary 10,000-year soul bones she had publicly presented as the ultimate tournament prize were strictly intended to be won by her own personal disciples, the Golden Generation. Fu Ye had already intimately informed his beautiful wife that Tianshui Academy had absolutely zero interest in keeping those mediocre bones; they were purely here to walk through the brackets, support the event, and claim the undisputed title of Champions.
After all, when Bibi Dong had reviewed Tianshui's current, utterly terrifying lineup—one Rango 73 Soul Saint (Dugu Yan), five elite Soul Emperors (including Zhu Zhuyun), and five high-tier Soul Kings (including Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong), alongside two separate Martial Soul Fusion Skills—she knew with absolute, chilling certainty that this entire tournament wasn't a competition at all.
It was going to be an absolute, unmitigated, and blood-soaked slaughter.
Standing deep within the crowds below the grand stage, Tang Chuan (Tang San) glared up at the magnificent silhouette of Bibi Dong, his eyes burning with an ocean of pure, venomous murderous intent. In his twisted, reincarnated mind, Bibi Dong and the entire Spirit Hall were his ultimate "mother-killing enemies."
In his previous life, he had been foolishly naive and bound by useless morals. But in this life, he possessed an eternity of supreme combat experience and forbidden knowledge!
So what if Xiao Wu abandoned me and chose another man? I am the absolute, undisputed Child of Destiny on this continent! The final, supreme victory will inevitably belong to me!
Thinking of his impending divine ascension, a deeply sinister, horrific grin twisted across Tang Chuan's face as he let out a low, chilling chuckle.
"Jie, jie, jie..."