Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The dining hall was a masterclass in deception. Above the mahogany surface, Shen Yu was the picture of a refined young master. He moved with a relaxed, elegant grace, picking up a piece of braised spirit-deer with his chopsticks and placing it onto Mei Yilan’s plate.

"Aunt, you must try this. It’s excellent for replenishing the vital essence after a long rest," he said, his voice smooth and comforting.

"Thank you, Yu’er. You’ve become so thoughtful," Mei Yilan replied, her voice soft. She turned to the others. "Lixue, why aren’t you eating? You look a bit flushed."

Lixue nearly dropped her spoon as Shen Yu’s fingers curled deeper within her beneath the table. "I—it’s just the steam from the soup, Mother," she managed to squeak out, her legs trembling so violently she had to grip the edge of her chair.

Shen Yu didn’t stop. He turned his gaze toward Meng Yan, his expression one of polite hospitality while his foot worked with rhythmic, agonizing precision against her sensitive core. "Matriarch Meng, the Tang Clan’s vintage wine is legendary. I trust it meets your standards?"

Meng Yan’s knuckles were white as she gripped her cup. She felt a sharp, sudden thrust of his foot that made her breath hitch in a jagged gasp. "It is... beyond compare, Young Master Tang," she choked out, her eyes burning with a mixture of challenge and desperate lust.

Xu Yi was in the worst state. Every time Shen Yu moved his toe, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. To Mei Yilan, it looked like her assistant was simply enjoying the spices, but in reality, Xu Yi was on the verge of a public meltdown.

"Xu Yi, you should have some more of the cooling greens," Shen Yu suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief as he pushed his foot even harder into her. "They’re good for... settling internal heat."

"Y-Yes...Young Master," Xu Yi whispered, her face a mask of strained composure.

Eventually, the ordeal ended. The maids cleared the plates with efficient movements, and the group stood to retire. After a series of polite "good nights" to a tired Mei Yilan, the four of them went their separate ways. Or so it seemed.

Minutes later, the heavy door to Shen Yu’s private chambers was pushed open. Lixue, Meng Yan, and Xu Yi practically burst inside, their faces flushed and their auras crackling with suppressed frustration.

"You are a demon, Shen Yu!" Meng Yan hissed, though she was already loosening the tie of her robe. "I nearly lost my composure in front of Matriarch Tang!"

"My mother almost saw!" Lixue cried, her breathing heavy. "And you... you just sat there eating rice!"

"I can’t take it anymore," Xu Yi groaned, her dragon-bloodline making her hunger twice as fierce as the others. "You promised, Master. You said all night."

In their frantic state, none of them noticed that the heavy door hadn’t fully latched shut.

Shen Yu sat on the edge of his bed, a sovereign smirk playing on his lips. "Then show me your sincerity."

The three women didn’t hesitate. They collapsed to their knees simultaneously, their silk robes pooling around them like spilled ink on the cold floor. Their hands moved with a frantic, trembling speed, fumbling with the fabric of his trousers until his dark, monstrous length sprang free, thick and pulsing with a heat that seemed to radiate through the room.

They descended upon him like starving animals. Meng Yan claimed the head, her tongue swirling with a desperate, practiced devotion, while Lixue and Xu Yi took turns worshiping the heavy shaft and his thighs. The room was instantly filled with the visceral, wet sounds of greedy suction and the ragged breathing of women who had reached their breaking point.

However, outside in the darkened hallway, a shadow moved.

Mei Yilan had felt a strange, lingering energy during dinner, a thickness in the air that didn’t felt right. Driven by a mother’s intuition, she had come to check on Lixue, but the trail of scent and spiritual pressure had led her here. She stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs, as she looked through the small, accidental crack in Shen Yu’s door.

Her breath stopped in her throat. Through that narrow opening, she saw a sight that defied every law of her world.

There was the Matriarch of the Meng, a woman of higher status and power than herself, huddled on the floor like a common concubine, her throat working as she took Shen Yu deep. Beside her was Lixue, her "innocent" daughter, acting like a devoted slit as she licked the length of his shaft, while her loyal assistant, Xu Yi, was buried between his legs, worshiping him with a feverish intensity.

The sight of Shen Yu sitting there like a holy, sovereign deity, his hands buried in the Matriarch’s emerald hair as he guided her mouth, shattered Mei Yilan’s reality. She remembered the flashes she had seen before at that particular night, the way he had gripped Lixue’s hip, and suddenly a hunger she had buried for over a decade roared to life. She felt a hollow, aching loneliness in her marrow, a sudden, sharp heat blooming between her thighs that made her knees weak.

Her cheeks burned with a feverish red. She had to clench her fists to stop her hands from diving beneath her own robes right then and there. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Inside, Shen Yu felt a shift in the air. His predatory instincts flared; he felt a gaze upon him. He glanced toward the door, catching the flicker of a shadow through the gap, but as quickly as he looked, the shadow vanished. He frowned, his golden eyes narrowing, but the sensation of Meng Yan’s sliding throat pulled him back into the moment, and he let out a low, guttural growl, refocusing on the women at his feet.

Mei Yilan fled. She practically ran back to her chambers, her breath coming in panicked gasps.

She slammed her door and collapsed against it, but she couldn’t erase the image from her mind, the sight of that monstrous, god-like cock and the ruined, ecstatic faces of the women she thought she knew.

Instinctively, her hand drifted down, sliding beneath her silk shift to find her own hidden, aching heat. The "Dignified Matriarch" vanished in the dark of her room as her fingers began to move with a desperate, frantic rhythm, her mind trapped in a loop of Shen Yu’s golden eyes and the raw, carnal power she had just witnessed.