From his earlier fucking, at least her pussy had a gap which he guaranteed would still be tighter than ever, as he had shown mercy last time.

"I saw how you had been controlled by your destiny, yet you fought, yet you tried to overcome it. I can see who you are, Ying Jia. Naturally, you also know this, given I call you by your real name."

'!?!'

At this, her eyes widened, her breath catching as the implications sank in, her body exposed and vulnerable on the sheets, nipples tightening further in the air, pussy lips twitching slightly as a drop of arousal beaded at her entrance.

She thought he was someone far stronger, given how he healed her, but the way he said what happened to her—it was as if he knew exactly.

"Here," he told her, his hand reaching out to trace the invisible seals on her abdomen, fingers brushing her skin lightly, a finger entering her belly button, holding soft fat which sent shivers up her spine.

"So who was it?"

It was as if, even though not aware of her memory from the given parasitic seals, he could guess that someone as strong as her would be difficult to subdue alone. So he just asked. More like guessed.

"How many people?"

And as if confirming his guess, he saw her eyes through the veil let loose a tear.

Tears started to form in her eyes as she saw his calm look, the veil doing little to hide the moisture gathering on her lashes.

Her lips parted before looking down, her bare breasts rising with a shaky breath, nipples pointing upward, pussy exposed and slightly damp.

"It doesn't matter. That was past."

Hearing it, he said, "Are you doubting my power?"

As he spoke, his hands moved over her shoulders, brushing lightly as he adjusted her clothing—no, there was no clothing left. He was tracing her bare skin now, fingers sliding down her arms, over the curve of her breasts, circling her nipples without touching, making them ache.

At this, she thought for a moment. Was she really doubting him? Especially seeing how he had saved her, pushed such kind of power to make her stronger, in such a strange, unethical way.

And then, how he seemed to possess a strange place like this, which popped up things based on one's thoughts.

And then that spirit, pink-haired, who clearly seemed from the immortal world.

It was confusing.

Yet she muttered, "Yes."

He knew all of this would not be enough to go against something that could control one's destiny—the heaven itself.

Hearing it, he chuckled before inhaling and said, "To be honest, I know I might be weak."

Tianlong wasn't going to claim that he was strong, because he wasn't—if not for the novel plot that he knew, which still had to enter the main storyline, given he wasn't sure enough to be able to protect his wives.

Yet he knew one thing though, or maybe was sure because of his experience after facing death so many times now.

"I might not even be able to stand in the place from where you came. But remember this. I just need you to be beside me. If you accept your fate, then why go alone? Shouldn't I be with you? So maybe even death would be fulfilling, right?"

As he said those words, his lips brushed hers for a fleeting moment, then moved down to her neck, the contact igniting shivers—his mouth hot and wet against her skin, sucking lightly on the pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making her gasp.

Her heart skipped a beat. Eyes widening, looking towards him.

"Haa... Haa..." Her breathing instantly became haggard.

As she said, "What did you say?"

Hearing those words, it was as if a spark of memory returned.

A shadow of a man flickered.

Same eyes, the hair.

Same words.

It was like an image.

It was an image of someone who had once given her hope—but she didn't take it, and the result was this punishment.

'N-no, no, no, he can't be him... wait—!'

Before one after another, the similarities started to hit her.

The kind of vulgar power he used, the way his strength was based on lust, and then how he seemed to genuinely love all his wives—when in truth all the men who desired harems or polygamy never treated their women equally, nor did those women seem to have unity at all.

It was as if a spark hit her, causing her to wince before she muttered, "How are you still alive—"

But her words seemed to die as his body lying on her gave an empty stroke, as if trying to check how much pressure her body could withstand.

'!'

"Aah—w-wait—"

Her back rubbed against the mattress, bouncing up as she felt the pain—her bare breasts jiggling wildly from the impact, nipples scraping against the sheets, her pussy lips parting slightly from the jolt, a fresh bead of wetness escaping—before she looked towards him as he shrugged his shoulders and said,

"Can we talk after I prove to you how strong I am?"

As he said this last line, he leaned in and bit her nipple, the sudden sting and warmth punctuating the final words, leaving her breathless—his teeth clamping down on the erect bud, tugging it sharply, the pain shooting straight to her core as her back arched off the bed.

The bite left her gasping, her nipple flushed red, slick with his saliva, aching with the sharp sting.

His teeth released it with a wet pop, and the tender bud throbbed once, twice, sending a shiver down her chest. Her silver eyes widened beneath the half-slipped veil, her lips opening in a trembling gasp.

"Ahhh—hhnn…!"

Her pale chest heaved, the soft mounds lifting and falling in frantic rhythm. They bounced with each breath, nipples peaked and glossy.

Cool air brushed over the wet trails his mouth had left, making her shudder violently.

His palm slid down, spreading fingers across her stomach, dragging past the delicate dip of her navel until they clamped hard onto her hip.

No mercy was given.

"I need some motivation to ruin that bastard... ugh." He grunted sharply and flipped her up, dragging her limp, quivering body across the tangled silk sheets until her knees slipped over the bed's edge.

"N-no—" She gasped from the rough pull, hair falling into her eyes, toes dangling above the cold floor.

The knot at his waist snapped loose with one final tug. The heavy robe slithered off his frame and collapsed on the floor with a dull thud. The air shifted.

His cock sprang free—thick, angry red, veins running down its length, the blunt crown already wet and swollen.

Precum glistened, a fat bead rolling down the curve before dripping onto the sheets.

Her gaze fell to it before she could stop herself.

"Hhh—haaahhh…" Her cheeks blazed, her breathing stuttering. She jerked her eyes away, desperate to hide, but the mirror across the chamber betrayed her.

She saw everything.

Her reflection was obscene: silver hair spread wild and tangled across her shoulders, her pale tits bouncing with the fast rise of her chest, nipples dark and stiff.

Below, her thighs were open, her pussy trimmed neatly but soaking, the fine silver fuzz matted to damp skin.

The lips of her slit shone under the candlelight, flushed with arousal, twitching visibly at each panicked breath.

Behind her, Tianlong loomed like a beast—golden chest swelling with each inhale, shoulders broad and carved with muscle, cock jutting forward with terrible weight.

His hand closed around her jaw with brute force, yanking her head straight toward the mirror.

"Look."

Her lashes fluttered, silver eyes trembling at the command. "N-no… please…"

"Don't bury your moans today under repeated nonsense... I want you to feel it fully," he growled.

Her face pressed forward, breasts flattening against the mirror's cool glass.

Flesh squashed, nipples dragging across the surface and leaving foggy streaks. The veil clung one moment before slipping soundlessly away, baring her face entirely.

Her flushed cheeks burned crimson, her parted lips wet and trembling from being chewed between nervous teeth.

The blunt crown of his cock slid along her ass, smearing precum on her lower back before dragging down.

A sticky trail marked her spine as he lowered himself.

His thick dick clearly lowered down between her tightly clamped ass, as he used both hands, slowly lowering, stretching her thighs apart, causing her to feel uncomfortable as she trembled before, with a push, he let his cock slide in.

Not in any of her holes... but between her thighs.

The slick head slid along her pussy lips, dragging up and down, splitting the swollen flesh and coating himself with her juices.

"Ahhh-hhhhhhhnnn—!"

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