Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

As Shen Yu settled into the steaming water beside Yilan, the ripples of his massive frame surged against her, making her feel small and delicate in his wake. She tried to avert her eyes, her head ducked low as she attempted to hide the feverish crimson that had stained her face, but she found no sanctuary in the shadows.

Shen Yu reached out, his long fingers cupping her chin with a firm yet tender grace. He gently tilted her face toward his, forcing her to meet his molten gold gaze. His smile was soft, but his eyes burned with a hunger that stripped her bare far more than the lack of robes.

"Don’t hide from me, Yilan," he murmured, his voice a low vibration beneath the water’s surface. "I want to see every blush, every flicker of what you’re feeling."

With effortless strength, he reached down and gripped her narrow waist. He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a peach blossom, shifting her body until she was nestled securely between his powerful legs. Her back was pressed flush against his hard, wet chest, her soft curves molding perfectly to the unyielding planes of his physique.

As he pulled her back, Yilan’s breath hitched into a sharp, broken gasp. She could feel the monstrous weight of his length pressed firmly against the valley of her seat, a thick, pulsing presence that served as a constant reminder of the raw power he held over her. A helpless, low moan escaped her throat, her head falling back against his shoulder as the sensation sent a jolt of pure, electric desire straight to her core.

"Easy," he whispered against the shell of her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.

He reached for the silk sponge, soaking it in the crystalline water before drizzling a stream of scented oils over her shoulders.

He began to wash her back, his movements slow and agonizingly methodical. The sponge glided over the smooth expanse of her skin, but it was the pressure of his other hands, played flat across her stomach, pulling her closer into his heat, that made her senses reel.

He followed the elegant curve of her spine, his touch tracing every vertebra with a reverence that felt like a sacred ritual. Every time he moved, the friction of his lower body against hers sent waves of heat through her blood. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"You’ve carried the world on this back for so long," he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her skin. He dropped the sponge, preferring the direct contact of his calloused palms to knead the lingering knots of tension from her muscles.

"The weight of the Tang, the expectations of my late mother... let it all dissolve into the water. Tonight, your only duty is to feel."

Yilan let out a shaky, jagged breath, her eyes fluttering shut. Under the expert manipulation of his hands, the "Matriarch" was indeed drowning. She felt herself becoming liquid in his arms, her will eroding as his touch moved from her shoulders down to the small of her back, teasing the sensitive flare of her hips.

"Yu’er..." she breathed, her voice thick with a mix of surrender and a desperate, rising hunger.

"I’m here," he replied, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. "I’ve always been here. And I’m never letting go."

The heat of the bath was nothing compared to the fire roaring through Yilan’s veins. Overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands on her skin and the heavy, pulsing pressure against her seat, she slowly turned her head.

Her eyes were hazy, hooded with a burgeoning lust that had finally eclipsed her fear. The steam clung to her lashes like dew, making her gaze appear soft, vulnerable, and utterly entranced.

When her eyes met his, she didn’t find the cold, calculating strategist she knew in the study. She found a man looking at her with a gaze so filled with raw, unadulterated love and centuries of bottled-up devotion that it made her heart ache.

"You look at me as if I’m the only thing in this world," she whispered, her voice a fractured melody.

"In this room, in this life, you are," Shen Yu replied.

He leaned in, his hand moving from her spine to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her wet, silken hair. He tilted her face up, and when his lips finally met hers, the world outside the pavilion ceased to exist.

The kiss began with a desperate tenderness, a soft meeting of lips that tasted of sweet peach blossoms and the faint, intoxicating salt of her skin.

But as Yilan’s hands found the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling in his damp white hair to pull him closer with a sudden, frantic need, the gentleness vanished. She opened her mouth to him in a silent, breathless invitation that he accepted with a low, predatory growl vibrating deep in his chest.

Their tongues met in a wet, rhythmic clash, dancing together with a hunger that had been suppressed for a decade. It was no longer just a kiss, it was a battle for dominance, a desperate exchange of souls.

Yilan felt his tongue slide against hers, bold and demanding, and she reciprocated with a raw intensity that surprised even her. She tasted the sandalwood on his breath and the iron resolve of his spirit, her moans muffled against his mouth as the embrace deepened into something primal.

As the heat between them reached a breaking point, Shen Yu’s grip tightened. His large, palm slid from her narrow waist, traveling upward until it found the heavy, aching curve of her breast. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive underside, Yilan let out a broken moan directly into his mouth, her body arching toward his touch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhn~"

He cupped the magnificent weight of her, his hand barely able to contain the sheer bounty of her form. They were the most exquisite breasts he had ever laid hands on, bountiful and soft, spilling over his fingers as he began to knead and grope the tender flesh. The sensation of her suppleness was addictive; he wanted to lose himself in her softness forever.

His thumb and forefinger then found the peak of her desire, capturing her turgid, sensitive nipple. As he gave a deliberate pinch, a sharp jolt of electricity raced through Yilan’s core, forcing a loud, wanton moan from her throat that echoed against the jade walls of the pavilion.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"