Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

In the grand audience chamber of the City Lord’s estate, Wu Shan sat atop his throne, the air around him heavy with the scent of burning sandalwood and the weight of sudden political upheaval. Before him, an elder spoke in a low, urgent tone, recounting the blood-soaked details of the previous night.

Wu Shan’s brows furrowed, a deep, rhythmic tapping of his finger against the jade armrest being the only sign of his irritation.

"That old bastard Peng Kai," Wu Shan muttered, his voice echoing in the vast hall. "Not only did he grate on my nerves for years, but he chose to flee into the dark paths, leaving me to sweep up the ashes of his incompetence."

He took a slow, grounding breath, smoothing his features back into the stoic mask required of his station. He turned his gaze toward the Head Elder, Wu Qiang. "What is your counsel, Head Elder? The scales of the city have tipped overnight."

Wu Qiang looked up from a scroll, his eyes sharp with years of navigating the city’s treacherous waters. "My Lord, I believe direct interference would be a blunder. The public’s devotion to the Tang Clan is currently bordering on fanaticism. To suppress them now would be seen as an act against the Righteous Path."

He paused, stroking his thin beard. "Instead, we should commend them. Reward the Tang Clan for ’cleansing’ the city of a hidden demonic threat. We must also officially acknowledge Tang Wei; his rise is meteoric, and it is better to have him as a grateful ally than a silent rival."

Wu Shan leaned back, contemplating the shifting tides. "Very well. Since Matriarch Tang is reportedly in a precarious state, send a chest of our rarest Healing Elixirs to their estate. Extend an official invitation for a grand banquet in one week’s time, let us see the ’Golden Paragon’ up close."

A cold, calculated light entered the City Lord’s eyes. "As for their rise... let them have it. They have endured much. Let them enjoy the view from the peak for a decade or two. It will keep the city stable while we look to the future."

"However," Wu Shan added, his tone sharpening, "Thousand Waves City cannot have only one master. Start scouting the minor houses. Find a clan with potential, one that understands the value of loyalty to this throne, and begin feeding them resources. We will build a counterweight."

"As you command, my Lord," Wu Qiang bowed deeply.

"Dismissed."

As the elders filed out to execute his orders, Wu Shan looked out the window toward the Tang Estate.

He was content to give the "Shen Clan" ten or twenty years to bask in their glory, never imagining that he was looking at the dawn of an empire. He had no way of knowing that in just a decade, this clan would be a power that even the Imperial Royals would treat with terrified reverence.

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While the City Lord plotted the balance of power, the man at the center of the storm was focused on a far more visceral form of worship.

In the dim, spice-scented heat of the Tang inner chambers, Shen Yu reclined against a mountain of silk pillows. He was the picture of a dark sovereign at rest. Kneeling between his legs were his three masterpieces, their movements fluid and devoted.

Lixue, her face flushed with a mixture of innocence and newfound carnal delight, worked with a focused intensity, while Meng Yan and Xu Yi flanked her, their eyes locked onto Shen Yu’s golden gaze.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, thick with the scent of musk and the intoxicating heat of total devotion. As they pleasured him, the three women didn’t just see a lover; they saw their sovereign, their god, and the man who had burned an entire clan to the ground just to pave their way.

Lixue focused on the head of his shaft, her lips a vivid crimson against his skin as she moved with a rhythmic, adoring intensity, her eyes never leaving his.

Beside her, Meng Yan worked the length of him, her tongue tracing every vein as she used her free hand to explore her own heat, her breathing hitched and shallow.

Xu Yi was lost in her own worship, her tongue swirling around his weight with a playful, feline agility that sent jolts of electricity through his spine.

As the friction intensified, Shen Yu felt the familiar, violent pressure of his peak rising. Lixue, sensing the change in his breathing and the darkening of his golden eyes, didn’t pull away; she braced herself and took him deeper, her throat opening in a silent invitation.

Shen Yu surged forward, a heavy, hot torrent of his essence flooding into her. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He didn’t give them a moment to recover. He moved Lixue aside with a firm hand and immediately claimed Meng Yan, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surged into her mouth. He fucked her with a raw, barbaric intensity that forced tears to prick at the corners of her eyes, but she clung to his thighs, her muffled moans vibrating against him until he erupted a second time, painting the back of her throat.

As he pulled back, Xu Yi stepped forward, a confident, predatory smirk playing on her lips. She looked at her "sisters" with a glint of playful arrogance.

"Step aside," she murmured. "Let me show you how a woman truly serves her lord."

She gripped his length, now slick with the combined heat of the others, and gave it a few slow, enticing strokes. Then, she lowered her head and looked up at Shen Yu with a gaze of absolute, shivering submission. "Master... use me as you wish. My body is yours to play with."

In one fluid, impossible motion, she took the entirety of his monstrous size. Utilizing the unique flexibility of her Abyssal Flood Dragon bloodline, she manipulated her throat muscles to accommodate him perfectly, creating a suction so intense it felt like he was being drawn into a vacuum.

"Damn," Meng Yan whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and genuine jealousy as she watched her new sister work. Beside her, Lixue was equally mesmerized, realizing that in this house, the competition for the Master’s favor would be just as fierce as the wars fought with blades.

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A/N: Power Stone Update - 11/150