Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

"Come, Yilan. Let me wash you."

"Yu’er..." she whispered, her voice a fragile thread that sounded more like a plea for mercy than a title of respect.

"No more titles, Yilan," he countered softly. His fingers traced the elegant curve of her spine through the lavender silk, a touch so possessive it made her breath hitch. "Tonight, there is only us. No Matriarch, no nephew. Just a man who has waited a decade to claim what has always been his."

He moved behind her, his touch deft and purposeful. With a slow, agonizingly deliberate grace, he undid the silken ties of her outer robe.

Yilan stood frozen, her eyes fluttering closed as the fabric loosened, sliding off her shoulders like a dying memory to pool in a lavender heap at her feet.

As the final layer of silk slipped away, a wave of raw vulnerability crashed over her. Shivering despite the warmth of the room, she instinctively crossed her arms, her hands struggling to hide her lush, heavy breasts that seemed to spill over her fingers. Her other hand pressed low, shielding her most private sanctum from his gaze.

From behind, Shen Yu leaned forward until his chest was pressed against her bare back. Though he was still clothed, the radiant heat of his body soaked into her skin like a brand. He leaned toward the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. His breath was hot against her skin before his tongue flicked out to taste the salt and floral scent of her neck.

"Delicious," he rumbled.

A violent shiver raced down Yilan’s spine, her knees nearly buckling. Then, he caught the sensitive lobe of her ear between his teeth, a playful but sharp nip that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"Now, now, Yilan," he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with a dark, velvet hunger. "Why are you hiding? Let me see the vision that has haunted my dreams for ten years."

With a trembling breath, Yilan hesitatingly lowered her hands, exposing herself to the silver moonlight and his burning gaze. Shen Yu grabbed her shoulders, gently but firmly turning her to face him. He looked into those wide, shimmering blue eyes for a heartbeat before taking a deliberate step back to take her in fully.

He admired every inch of her. He traced the lines of her face, the fullness of those reddened lips, and the elegant slope of her throat. His gaze then descended to her breasts, they were magnificent, easily the most bountiful and exquisite he had ever seen, dwarfing any woman he had known before. His eyes traveled further down to the startling narrowness of her waist and the flare of her wide, generous hips. She was the perfect definition of an hourglass figure, a masterpiece of mature, feminine grace. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Beautiful," he breathed, the word a heavy vow.

Yilan felt an unexpected surge of pride at his blatant adoration. The shame she expected didn’t come; instead, a feverish blush deepened on her cheeks as she saw the sheer worship in his eyes.

He stepped close again, his presence looming over her until they were almost touching. Looking deep into her eyes, he murmured, "You are so breathtakingly sexy that I want to make love to you right here on the floor. But first... I want to wash away the Matriarch and find my Yilan."

He took her wrist and led her toward the sunken bath. She followed him like a devotee, her eyes fixed on the man who was about to claim her for eternity.

The bath was a sanctuary of crystalline water, heated by spirit-stones and blanketed in a thick, swirling layer of fresh peach blossoms. The steam rose in fragrant plumes of jasmine and mountain herbs, a scent designed to bypass the mind and awaken the body. It was a living spring, fresh water welling up from the jade floor and spilling over the rim in a constant, rhythmic cycle.

Yilan stepped into the water first, a long, shaky sigh escaping her as the heat enveloped her. The fractures in her core throbbed with a persistent, dull heat, a reminder of the passing time, but as she sank into the floral depths, the pain was eclipsed by the overwhelming presence of the man standing at the pool’s edge.

Standing at the edge of the jade pool, Shen Yu looked down at Yilan, who sat nestled among the swirling peach blossoms. He didn’t move immediately; he simply held her gaze, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face as he watched the steam dampen her skin.

Then, with a deliberate grace that commanded her attention, he began to shed his robes. He gave her a slow, unhurried show, his eyes never leaving hers. Yilan’s breath hitched in her throat, her chest heaving as each layer of silk hit the floor.

As the final garment fell, the man before her was no longer the scholarly youth or the doting nephew, he was the living reflection of the dark, sovereign god she had glimpsed that day in the shadows.

Her eyes began a slow, staggering journey across his form, starting first with his face. In the flickering light of the spirit-lamps, his features seemed carved from celestial ivory, his jawline sharp enough to cut, his lips curved into a gentle lover’s smile.

His white hair fell like a waterfall of silk over his shoulders, framing the molten gold of his eyes, which watched her with the terrifying focus.

As her gaze drifted lower, she felt the air in the pavilion grow thin. She traced the expansive breadth of his shoulders and the hard, sculpted planes of his chest, where the muscles were defined with a clarity that defied nature. His abdomen was a ridged landscape of perfection, each muscle rippling like coiled steel with every shallow breath he took.

His biceps and forearms were thick, corded with the raw power of a man who had mastered Spear.

Finally, her gaze descended to the ultimate truth of his dominance.

There, resting heavy and dark against his thigh, was the monstrous length of his member. It was an imposing, primal sight, thick, veined, and pulsing with a vitality that made her world tilt.

The sheer, staggering scale of him was enough to make her throat go dry, she couldn’t help but gulp, her heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs. It wasn’t just a part of him, it was a promise of the overwhelming intensity he was about to unleash upon her.

Shen Yu stepped into the crystalline water, the surface breaking and surging in heavy ripples that raced toward her like a warning.

As the heat of the pool rose to meet his skin, he moved toward her with effortless grace, closing the distance until the steam was the only thing left between her trembling body and his unyielding strength.

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A/N:

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