It was as if the flashes of memory instantly covered her mind: Him, on the bed, above the naked woman whose mouth seemed to have stretched beyond what she could fit, given the girth of that veiny, dirty, big lump of flesh between his legs.

With lips parted, as if skin trying to give space for his thing which was leaking several fluids on her chin.

'!'

As if those memories, rather than in her mind, were playing in front of her, sparking as her body flinched.

'He... he elevates them through... that?'

Panic hinted at the edges of her mind, subtle and cold, like fingers of frost creeping up her spine. This man possessed power beyond comprehension, turning intimacy into ascension.

Her ambitions felt fragile, breakable, in the face of it.

Tianlong ignored her flinch entirely, his focus on Jia as he approached the bed. Arriving as he halted just above near her, standing while giving a soft smile though his eyes seemed to look somewhere else as he said, "It looks stable."

He needed to leave this place soon enough. And to leave, he needed someone fresh from whom he could farm more harem points, someone who actually was a heroine.

His wives did get their potential awakened, but they were not, as per the original story, the heroines. Naturally, he could not endanger their lives. And they might not be as helpful as someone who was shrewd, ambitious, while also acting as a farming vessel for harem points.

So he needed someone matching all those criteria.

"Yes, my cultivation has stabilized—" Before Ying Jia, hearing his word, could affirm about his word—

"Qi seems to have made your boobs perky yet stable enough to hold."

Tianlong, as if wanting to catch both women off guard, said matter-of-factly, reaching out to place a hand under one of her massive boobs, lifting it gently but firmly, feeling the heavy weight settle in his palm through the silk.

The mound yielded softly, plush and warm, the nipple hardening against the fabric as he tested its firmness.

Jia winced sharply, her silver eyes squeezing shut for a moment, a muffled "Mmmph!" escaping her lips as she covered her face with both hands, cheeks burning crimson beneath the gossamer.

"I-I meant my cultivation," she stammered, her voice breaking into a soft, embarrassed squeak, body trembling as the intimate touch sent sparks through her still-sensitive form.

The subtle lift made her breast bounce slightly when he released it, the silk sliding against her skin.

Yu Xiang stood frozen by the door, her eyes widening at the casual vulgarity, panic fluttering in her chest like trapped birds—hints of it in her quickened breath, the way her fingers twitched toward her sleeves where hidden talismans waited.

'He's... he's insane,' she thought, subtle details assaulting her: the way Jia didn't pull away, the raw possessiveness in his grip, the complete disregard for her presence.

She backed up a step, her elegant robes brushing the wall, heart pounding erratically.

Tianlong finally turned his attention to her, crimson-gold eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her throat dry.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly, standing with his hands behind his back, his imposing frame blocking the doorway like an unbreakable barrier.

Yu Xiang swallowed hard, panic hinting in the subtle tremor of her voice, though she masked it with forced composure.

"I... I want to leave," she said, her words stumbling slightly as she gestured toward the door, jaws clenching to hide the flutter in her chest.

But before she could move, Tianlong's hand shot out—not toward her, but back to Jia's breast, pinching the soft mound mercilessly through the silk.

Jia winced sharply, her body jolting as a muffled scream escaped her—"Ahhn~!"—her hands flying to cover her face again, silver eyes tearing up as she squirmed, the pain shooting through her sensitive flesh like fire, making her thighs press together instinctively.

To naturally turn the pain into pleasure he had been licking aphrodisiac, given his body's property, giving his touch instant power of arousal.

Yu Xiang halted mid-step, eyes widening in shock at the brazen act, panic spiking—subtle in the way her breath hitched, her violet gaze darting between them.

'He's toying with her,' she realized, heart racing erratically.

"P-please, I just want to—"

But Tianlong ignored her plea, his free hand moving with shocking audacity.

He pulled out his massive cock—thick, veined, and already hardening—from his robes, the head glistening as he inserted just the tip into Jia's mouth, rubbing it slowly against her plush lips.

"We got interrupted earlier," he growled lowly to Jia, his voice thick with lust, the shaft throbbing as her tongue instinctively flicked against it, her muffled whimpers vibrating around the intrusion.

Jia's silver eyes watered, a soft "Mmmph..." escaping as she covered her face again, body trembling in embarrassment, but she didn't pull away, her lips parting slightly to accommodate the rubbing tip.

Yu Xiang's panic surged—hints in her widened eyes, the subtle step back, her hands clenching into fists.

"I... I really should leave," she stammered, voice cracking slightly, jaws clenched as she turned toward the door, heart pounding like a drum in her ears.

Tianlong's voice stopped her cold.

"Think about it, Xiang. You won't get an opportunity like this again. I might not even meet you after today."

His words were calm, almost casual, but laced with promise, his crimson-gold eyes boring into her back.

She halted, body freezing mid-step, panic flickering in the subtle tremble of her shoulders, the way her breath came in short, erratic bursts.

Opportunity?

Her ambitions warred with dignity, mind racing—'He's offering power... but at what cost?'—as she slowly turned back, violet eyes wide with conflict.

Tianlong pulled his cock from Jia's mouth with a wet pop, the tip glistening with her saliva.

"Rest now," he told Jia gently, waving a hand—the room shifting impossibly, a separate chamber materializing around her, the walls pushing outward like living stone, sealing her away in a cocoon of silk and flowers.

Now alone with Yu Xiang, he moved toward her slowly, his erect cock standing proud, veined and throbbing, swaying with each step like a predator's promise.

Her eyes widened in shock, panic surging—hints in her rapid breathing, the subtle retreat until her back hit the wall with a soft thud.

"W-what are you doing?" she demanded, voice trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted heat, jaws clenched as she pressed against the stone, heart hammering erratically.

Tianlong stopped inches away, towering over her, his presence overwhelming.

"Tell me what you want," he said simply, hands still behind his back, his cock mere inches from her abdomen, radiating heat she could feel through her robes.

She trembled visibly, panic in the subtle quiver of her lips, the way her violet eyes darted to his shaft then back to his face.

"I... I don't want anything," she whispered, voice breaking slightly, though her body betrayed her with a faint flush creeping up her neck.

He tilted his head, smirking.

"What about power? You're weaker than an ant right now. Can't you feel the difference between my wives and yours?"

His words were blunt, humiliating, and she felt it like a slap—panic hinting in the way her breath hitched, her fists clenching at her sides, cheeks burning with shame.

[ Humiliated the Heroine: +320 HP ]

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