Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The three women froze, their eyes widening as the intrusion broke the spell. Shen Yu glanced at the exhausted beauties surrounding him, Meng Yan and Xu Yi were nearly dead to the world, and Lixue was trembling with unspent adrenaline. With a low, frustrated sigh, he withdrew from her heat.

Plop.

He stood from the bed, his muscles rippling under a layer of sweat, and wrapped a dark towel loosely around his waist.

He pulled the door open just a crack. Standing there was a young maid, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of him. As she gazed at the steamy, bronze expanse of his chest and the sheer, sovereign intensity of his presence, the words died in her throat.

Shen Yu leaned against the doorframe, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Hmm? What is it?"

The maid gulped, her face turning a deep crimson as she felt a sudden, traitorous heat between her own legs. "Y-Young Master," she stammered, her gaze flickering uncontrollably. "Madam Tang has awakened. She... she requests your presence for dinner."

"Oh? Is Aunt’s health better then?" Shen Yu asked, his voice smooth and disinterested.

"Yes, Young Master. She seems much recovered."

"I see. Did you inform Lixue and the others yet?"

"No... I was going to head to their quarters after telling you," she whispered, her eyes drifting downward.

"There’s no need," Shen Yu replied, his smirk widening as he noticed her gaze linger on the heavy, prominent bulge straining against the towel. "I’ll inform them myself. You may go."

"Y-Yes, Young Master!" She took one last, lingering look at his powerful frame before turning and practically running down the hallway in a flustered panic.

Shen Yu let out a low, melodic laugh and closed the door, the click of the latch echoing in the heavy, musk-scented room. He turned back to the bed, his golden eyes sweeping over his three ruined, beautiful wives. "Up, all of you. Wash the evidence of our afternoon away. My aunt is waiting, and we have a dinner to attend."

He walked over to where the dragon-girl lay and swatted her reddened, swollen backside one last time with a heavy palm.

"Ouch!" she yelped, her body arching instinctively as the sting radiated through her sensitive skin.

He then looked at Lixue, who was still trembling, her eyes wide and dark with unspent arousal. She looked like a starving beggar watching a feast be pulled away. "Don’t look so disappointed, Lixue. We’ll continue exactly where we left off once the night is truly ours."

The transition to the master bath was a chorus of soft groans and the rustle of discarded silk. Shen Yu led the way with an effortless, sovereign stride, while his three wives followed with the slow, tentative steps of women whose bodies had been thoroughly conquered.

The bathing chamber was a marvel of white marble and jade, dominated by a sunken pool fed by steaming geothermal springs. As they stepped into the water, the heat hit their sensitized skin like a physical caress.

"We have ten minutes," Shen Yu announced, his eyes fixed on Lixue as she submerged herself.

"Ten minutes is barely enough to wash away the scent of you, Yu’er," Meng Yan teased, though she moved with uncharacteristic haste. She lathered a sponge with jasmine soap and began to scrub Shen Yu, her fingers lingering on the faint scratches her own nails had left on his chest.

Xu Yi worked quickly, her dragon-bloodline helping her recover her stamina, though she winced with every movement.

Lixue moved like she was in a dream, standing beneath a carved dragon-head spout as the water sluiced over her radiant, ruined form. When Shen Yu stepped toward her to help her wash, she leaned into him, her wet skin sliding against his.

"Patience, my little sword," he whispered, his hands moving over her with lingering possessiveness even as he hurried her along.

Ten minutes later, the four of them walked side by side toward the dining hall. Xu Yi was walking with a noticeable, rhythmic limp; Shen Yu had spanked her so ruthlessly that every step was a sharp reminder of his dominance. He had forbidden her from using her Qi to heal the swelling, forcing her to feel the ache. Paradoxically, the throbbing pain between her cheeks only made her more wet, her mind spiraling back to the feeling of him inside her.

Shen Yu noticed her discomfort and reached out, grabbing her bruised ass through the thin silk of her robe. "Don’t worry," he rumbled near her ear. "I’ll be spanking you all night."

Xu Yi let out a shaky breath, her eyes glazing over with renewed excitement.

They entered the dining hall, where the scent of rich broth and roasted meats filled the air. Lixue immediately broke rank and ran toward the head of the table. "Mom! Are you feeling good?"

Mei Yilan looked up, her face pale but composed. "Yes, I am feeling fine. The pill Shen Yu crafted was incredibly effective," she said, caressing her daughter’s cheek before offering Shen Yu a warm, appreciative smile. She then turned her gaze to the Matriarch of the Meng. "Come, Matriarch Meng, let us eat."

Meng Yan looked at the woman sitting before her. Only she and Shen Yu knew the truth, that Mei Yilan’s Golden Core was fractured and failing. Seeing her act with such dignity and strength despite her condition earned Meng Yan’s genuine respect. "Hahaha... Matriarch Tang, if you are feeling well, then we shall feast in honor of your health!"

The dinner began, but the atmosphere beneath the table was far different from the polite conversation above. Mei Yilan frowned slightly, noticing her assistant shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "What happened, Xu Yi? Is there a problem? Is the food not to your liking?"

Xu Yi shifted her weight, muffled a sharp gasp, and clutched her chopsticks tightly. "Nothing, Ma’am! It’s just... the food is so incredibly tasty," she managed to say, darting a panicked look at Shen Yu.

She felt a leg part her own beneath the table. She pleaded with her eyes, begging him not to do this in front of her boss, but Shen Yu merely smiled and continued eating his rice. Because he had commanded them to wear nothing beneath their robes, his bare foot had direct access. He slid his big toe deep into her soaking heat, beginning a slow, rhythmic intrusion.

Watching Xu Yi struggle to maintain a straight face, Meng Yan and Lixue were on the verge of giggling, until they felt him move. Shen Yu’s other foot traveled up Meng Yan’s thigh, seeking her opening, while his hand slid beneath the table to find Lixue.

Lixue’s breath hitched as she instinctively parted her legs for him. Shen Yu sat there, looking like the picture of a perfect, filial nephew, calmly participating in the feast while secretly fingering all three of his ladies at the dinner table.

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A/N: Power Stone Update - 76/150