Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Hours later, the storm finally settled within the heavily barred bedroom.

The scent of heavy musk, sweat, and spilled fluids hung thick in the warm air.

Meng Yan lay flat on her stomach across the disheveled silk sheets, her breath coming in ragged, trembling gasps.

Her stamina was completely spent. Her pale, rounded ass was raised high up in the air, heavily reddened and pulsing from the brutal, dominant spanks Shen Yu had delivered throughout their session.

Etched onto her right butt cheek, a glowing, red-and-black Primal Mark hummed with a soft, pulsing light, the absolute seal of his ownership.

Thick, creamy cum was slowly leaking out from her thoroughly stretched pussy, dripping down the curves of her thighs, while her stomach, lower back, and hips were covered in a glistening sheen of white liquid.

Shen Yu stood tall beside the bed, completely devoid of any exhaustion. His newly restructured physique felt entirely energized, the violent workout having served as the perfect calibration for his uncalibrated physical power.

Now freshly bathed and pristine, he calmly adjusted the collars of his clean white robes, the golden threadings catching the dim lamp light.

He looked down at the absolute mess he had made of the Jin clan's Matriarch, his golden eyes sweeping over the copious amount of seed pooling on the sheets.

A dark, amused smirk played on his face. "Well... it seems the volume has drastically increased as well, huh," he mused smoothly, highly satisfied with the latent benefits of his restructured physique.

Stepping closer, he reached down and casually gripped a handful of her dark emerald hair. With a firm but controlled pull, he tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him through her heavily hooded, lidded hazel eyes.

He leaned down, claiming a soft, brief kiss from her swollen lips.

Pulling apart, he let go of her hair and said, "I will be heading out now. I have a few girls to attend to tonight."

Meng Yan let out a weak, raspy chuckle, her exhausted body sinking back into the soft mattress. She didn't harbor a single shred of jealousy, instead, a satisfied, tired smirk touched her lips.

"Yeah, yeah... go fuck them," she murmured, her voice laced with lazy affection. "But still, go easy on them. They don't have the body to survive that monstrous strength of yours. By the way, I have already arranged the entire top floor of the Golden Leaves Pavilion for your banquet tonight. Have your fun."

Shen Yu smiled down at her, his gaze lingering on the pulsing Primal Mark on her right cheek. Before turning to leave, his hand shot out in a sudden, lightning-fast blur.

SLAP!

A loud, resounding smack echoed through the bedroom, striking her reddened flesh squarely.

"Ahhn~!" Meng Yan moaned loudly, her body instinctively arching as a fresh wave of heat rippled through her hips.

Without looking back, Shen Yu gave a soft chuckle, turned on his heel, and smoothly walked out of the room, leaving his thoroughly fucked wife to bask in the afterglow of his power.

Pushing open the heavy oak doors, Shen Yu stepped out into the quiet corridor. Standing a few paces away from the entrance was Li Qiu.

Her usual flawless, stoic composure was entirely shattered. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, burning crimson, and her breathing was noticeably shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her robes.

Because Shen Yu had deliberately chosen not to deploy any isolation talismans this time, every single raucous slap, every deep, heavy thrust, and every uninhibited, echoing moan from Matriarch Meng Yan had cut straight through the wooden doors, filling Li Qiu's ears for hours.

She was utterly paralyzed by what she had just overheard. To the outside world, Shen Yu was the Golden Paragon, a righteous, unassailable figure of unmatched virtue.

Yet here, behind closed doors, he possessed a devastatingly predatory, wicked side, engaging in a deeply passionate, illicit relationship with the sovereign leader of the Jin Clan.

As she stood there, a sudden, treacherous realization began to dawn on her. He had systematically ruined her clan, her husband, and then gave refuge to the innocent survivors and made her his personal, private secretary.

'Why did he keep me? Was it all a meticulous plan to do the exact same thing to me?'

As these forbidden thoughts swirled through her mind, a sudden, burning heat pooled deep between her thighs.

Her eyes widened slightly in sheer panic as she realized, without her control, she was getting incredibly wet.

'Why... why am I getting wet over this? He is my master... the Golden Paragon...'

Shen Yu's razor-sharp gaze immediately locked onto her flushed face, his golden pupils tracking the subtle tremor in her hands and the erratic rhythm of her pulse.

A slow, deeply calculating smirk played on his lips.

'Soon,' he thought, knowing the seeds of corruption had already been perfectly planted in her soul.

Breaking her out of her daze, Shen Yu spoke calmly, his tone shifting back to its smooth, aristocratic cadence.

"Let's go. It is time to head to the Golden Leaves Pavilion."

Stepping out of the Jin estate's grand corridors, Shen Yu looked up to see that dusk had completely passed.

The sky was now a deep, ink-black velvet, punctuated by the vibrant, glowing array of lights of Thousand Waves City.

He boarded his luxurious carriage, and Li Qiu followed silently, keeping her eyes strictly averted, though the thick, lingering tension between them was palpable. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The carriage cut through the bustling night streets, eventually pulling into the restricted, heavily guarded rear courtyard of the Golden Leaves Pavilion.

To ensure his movements remained completely private, Shen Yu bypassed the grand main lobby entirely.

Guided by a trusted Jin clan steward, he and Li Qiu ascended through a hidden, array-protected door that led directly to the topmost VIP floor.

The topmost floor was a breathtaking display of luxury, lined with polished jade panels, soft silk divans, and enchanted lamps that cast a warm, ambient glow over the room.

As the hidden door slid open, Shen Yu stepped into the grand lounge. The guests had already arrived. Sitting together were five exceptionally beautiful young ladies, including He Lan.

The moment Shen Yu's commanding, white-robed figure stepped into the light, a collective, audible gasp echoed through the room. The girls froze, their eyes wide with absolute shock.

They had heard of the legendary Golden Paragon of Silver Moon, but seeing him up close, gazing upon his peerless, regal facial features and his warm, piercing golden eyes, was a completely intoxicating experience.

Blushing furiously under his immediate attention, He Lan gathered her courage and stepped forward, her hands nervously playing with the fabric of her dress.

With a shy, hesitant smile, she bowed gracefully. "Thank you for inviting us to this banquet, Young Master Tang. We... we are deeply honored."

Shen Yu didn't bother maintaining his public facade of aloof righteousness in this private setting. He looked directly down into He Lan's eyes, letting a flash of raw, heavy lust burn openly behind his golden pupils.

"Well," Shen Yu smiled smoothly, his deep voice vibrating with a dangerous charm that made He Lan's knees go weak. "The honor is entirely mine."

Slowly, his gaze drifted past her shoulder, openly and boldly scanning the full breasts, slender waists, and exposed skin of her four companions, making no effort to hide his absolute appreciation of their physical assets.

He let out a low, amused chuckle. "You have very beautiful friends, Lady He. It seems tonight is going to be extraordinary."