'Let's take a bath first....'

The words hung in the air, my voice still gravelly from the haze of waking up and that intense throat-fucking Mei had just given me.

She was sprawled against my chest, her curvy body warm and heavy, robes all rumpled from our play.

My cock twitched under her, still hard as fuck, leaking precum against her thigh.

'Shit, I want to flip her over and pound her right now,' I thought, but the grime of three days' sleep clung to me like a second skin—sticky sweat, dried saliva, the faint metallic tang of cultivation exhaustion.

A bath sounded like heaven, even if it meant delaying the real fun.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Mei's forehead, tasting the salt of her skin.

Her hair smelled like jasmine and sex, a combo that made my dick throb harder.

"Can you lift up, Mei?" I murmured, my hands sliding to her shoulders, gently urging her.

She blinked up at me, those dark eyes wide and a little confused, her lips still swollen from deep-throating me.

For a second, she just stared, then her brow furrowed.

"You don't want?" Her voice was small, almost hurt, like I'd rejected her.

Her hand drifted down, brushing my cock accidentally—fuck, that light touch sent a jolt through me, making it jump.

I chuckled low, pulling her closer for a moment, my fingers tangling in her hair.

"Exactly, I do want. Badly. But I want to take a bath first. Can we do it afterwards? All night?" I emphasized the last part, imagining pinning her down for hours, wrecking every hole until she begged for mercy.

In my old world, post-wakeup sex without cleaning up feels gritty—sweat mixing with fluids, everything sticky and uncomfortable.

Nah, I needed that hot water to rinse off before diving in deep.

She nodded slowly, a shy smile creeping across her face, cheeks flushing pink.

"All night... yes, husband." But as she started to turn away, sliding off me, her eyes flicked down to my cock—still rock-hard, veiny and pulsing, the head shiny with her spit and my precum.

She bit her lip, hesitating.

"Should I help?" Her voice was breathy, hand hovering like she wanted to wrap around it again, give it a quick stroke or suck to ease the ache.

"No," I said firmly, though my balls tightened at the offer.

"I have other plans."

'Plans involving all of you beauties,' I thought, my mind already racing ahead to the foursome maybe.

She pouted a little but nodded, retreating to the edge of the bed, her robes hanging open just enough to tease a glimpse of her full tits.

I sat up slowly, the silk sheets pooling around my waist, my naked body on full display—muscles still sore from the cultivation strain, but vitality points humming through me like a low buzz [+1500].

Due to the multiplier of 300%, the vitality I got from being independent was already in thousands. But again, not like I could use them openly.

"You alright?" I asked Yue, reaching out to cup her cheek. She leaned into it, eyes soft.

"Yes... just missing you already," she whispered. I stood then, pulling her into a hug—her face burying right against my lower abs, inches from my throbbing cock.

The heat of her breath ghosted over it, making it twitch, the vibes sending shivers up my spine.

'Fuck, she's so close I can feel her lips brushing the base,' I thought, the accidental tease making me harder.

Sometimes I think I was being too perverted, but again, if this lust is directed towards my wife, then it's fine. It doesn't go against my ethics; at least it keeps me sane enough to know where to redirect them.

She mumbled against me, voice muffled, "Shut up, pervert... remove it." But her hands were on my hips, holding me there, fingers digging in possessively.

She hugged tighter for a second, nuzzling closer—her nose bumping my shaft, warm exhale making it pulse—before finally retreating with a reluctant sigh.

"I was afraid for you," she mumbled, averting her eyes, her hands folded in a way that made me smile softly at her genuine care.

'Ah... peace is nice after some hard work.'

In my naked state, cock bobbing heavy and insistent, I turned toward the pink-haired spirit on the floor by the chaise.

She slowly lifted her head, those ethereal eyes meeting mine—glowing softly, like pink mist. Yue was still there, smirking, but I focused on the spirit.

"What's your name?" I asked, voice casual, though curiosity burned.

She shook her head, pink locks shimmering.

"I... don't have a name. Not a memory." Her voice was soft, almost whispering, like wind through leaves—no past, no identity, just this glowing form tied to the palace.

I nodded, stepping closer, my cock swaying with the movement—embarrassingly obvious, but fuck it.

"I see. How about I give you a name?" She nodded eagerly, eyes wide, waiting like a puppy.

Looking at her— that translucent skin and the pink hair cascading like cherry blossoms—I thought of something fitting. "Liora. Yeah, Liora suits you." Simple and nice, with a hint of fire. Hell, I can't give her some long, elaborate cultivation world name.

It's simply hard for me to remember.

She smiled, her face flushing a deeper pink, looking down bashfully. "Liora... I like it." Her glow brightened, like she'd been given a piece of herself back.

I moved closer, ruffling her hair—soft as silk, almost insubstantial, but warm under my fingers.

"Good girl," I murmured, then turned toward Feng in the kitchen area. She was placing food on the dining table—steaming bowls of herb-infused rice, vegetables stir-fried to perfection, the scent wafting over like a comfort blanket.

It was a duty thing; we didn't need to eat with our cultivation levels, qi sustaining us, but it gave her something to do, kept things normal in this crazy palace.

Unexpectedly, I arrived behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist in a hug.

My cock—still hard and insistent—slid right between the cracks of her ass cheeks, resting hot and heavy against her bare skin.

She was naked under that flimsy apron, her voluptuous curves pressing back into me—soft, plush, like hugging a warm pillow.

Her thick hourglass figure molded to mine, ass cheeks enveloping my shaft in velvety heat, the kind of softness that makes you want to grind in and never stop.

It was the same feeling as waking up early in the morning and then hugging a pillow to fall asleep again. Hugging someone like this, naked, feels incredibly hot—skin on skin, every curve yielding, warmth seeping in, your dick nestled as if it belongs there.

She bit her lips, a soft gasp escaping—

Mmm...

her body tensing for a split second before melting into me.

The apron did nothing to hide her; I could feel her massive tits straining against the fabric, nipples poking through.

"Are you okay?" I asked, voice low against her ear, my breath hot on her neck.

"Yes," she replied, voice steady but with a hitch. "And you?" Her hips shifted slightly, ass clenching around my cock—teasing, making it throb.

I answered by kissing her neck—wet, open-mouthed, sucking lightly on the pulse point. "Better now."

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