Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Shen Yu stared at the holographic system screen hovering in his field of vision, his lips curving into a cold, lethal smile.

He had already planned on eventually turning these five influential young socialites into his compliant assets, but he hadn't intended to completely strip them of their autonomy and brand them as lifelong slaves so soon.

To achieve absolute, consensual submission and force them to beg for a slave's collar in a single night meant he would have to expend significantly more effort and ruthlessness than initially planned.

His eyes drifted down to the reward parameter.

10,000 Desire Points.

It was an immense sum, far higher than any of his previous localized quests. The system had clearly opted to grant him a massive, raw injection of direct currency rather than throwing in random lottery tickets.

He appreciated the lack of RNG, raw DP was exactly what he needed to finance the next phase of his cultivation blueprints.

However, as his gaze scanned the final line of the prompt, a sharp, cold shiver traveled down his spine for the first time since he got the system.

He swiftly composed his expressions, masking the internal jolt, but the sheer severity of the penalty remained undeniably terrifying.

A three-month lockdown of his core and the total sealing of his Qi was practically a death sentence in a cutthroat environment.

Without his spiritual energy, his cultivation here in Thousand Waves City would entirely stagnate. Worse, he would be completely defenseless against any sudden, external plots or hidden experts.

Every single strategic design he had laid out to expand his influence into Crimson Iron City over the next few months, along with his preparations for the upcoming Desolute Asura Realm opening, would completely dissolve into nothingness.

A dangerous, unwavering determination ignited within his golden pupils. The system left him no room for hesitation.

'Forgive me, ladies,' he mused darkly in the shadows of his mind, looking down at the worshipful faces swarming around him.

'I was going to play the gentle savior a bit longer, but tonight, I am going to completely break you.'

Shifting his posture slightly against the silk cushions, he turned his gaze toward the door where his personal secretary stood.

"Li Qiu," he commanded, his voice dropping into a heavy, unyielding baritone.

"Step outside the chamber and guard the doors"

Li Qiu shifted on her feet, a brief wave of hesitation washing over her flushed face.

Her eyes involuntarily darted across the room, taking in the sight of the city's most elite heiresses completely losing themselves to the intoxicating heat of their own arousal.

Feeling the deep, persistent dampness pooling heavily between her own thighs, she experienced a sudden, irrational pang of disappointment, a hidden, subconscious hope that he might have commanded her to stay, to join the depravity, to let him break her as well.

As she turned and began walking out of the luxurious lounge, keeping her head low, her mind descended into a chaotic spiral of conflicting emotions and deep, complicated devotion.

'What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling so disappointed that he dismissed me?' she questioned herself inwardly, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

'A few weeks ago, our clans fought a brutal war. My family lost everything, and my own son fell during that conflict. I should be completely detached. And yet...'

She bit her lower lip, the friction between her damp thighs sending a hot shiver up her spine. In her eyes, Shen Yu was an unassailable, righteous being who simply possessed a fiercely passionate, masculine side when it came to enjoying beautiful women.

After all, when the dust of the war settled, it was his profound benevolence and righteousness that spared the innocent remnants of her fallen clan, providing them a safe refuge when they should have been slaughtered.

More than that, even though she was the former Miss of an enemy clan, he hadn't thrown her into a dungeon or sold her into absolute degradation.

Instead, he had given her a priceless lifeline, an honorable position as his personal secretary, a genuine chance to redeem herself and rebuild her life under his protection.

Over the past weeks, a profound, unshakable devotion had quietly rooted itself in her soul.

'He is my savior, my master, and the beacon of my future,' she thought, her face burning an even brighter crimson as she recalled the impossible, monstrous length of his exposed shaft.

'He gave me a second chance when he owed me nothing. So why... why does it hurt to watch him give his attention to those girls? Why do I secretly wish it was my body he was about to ruin tonight? Am I truly becoming that desperate to be fully claimed by him?'

She turned and began walking out of the luxurious lounge, her posture stiff as she kept her gaze fixed strictly on the floor. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Shen Yu's eyes narrowed into a predatory smirk, his gaze locked firmly onto the heavy, rhythmic sway of her perky ass beneath her silk dress as she retreated. Soon enough, he thought, knowing her turn would come.

The heavy jade doors slid shut with a soft, resonant thud, and the outer isolation arrays hummed back into absolute lock, sealing the room into a private pocket of sin.

Shen Yu turned his full attention back to the divan. He Lan was still on her knees between his thighs, her cheeks flushed crimson as her head bobbed up and down with frantic, messy enthusiasm along his monstrous, vein-pulsing length.

Without warning, Shen Yu's large hand shot forward. His fingers wrapped firmly into her neat hair, tightening his grip with an aggressive, sudden dominance.

With a singular, unyielding thrust of his hips combined with the firm pull of his hand, he drove his thick, expanded shaft all the way down to the absolute hilt of her throat.

"Mmph—!?"

He Lan's eyes flew wide in sheer shock as the monstrous width filled her entirely, hitting the back of her throat in a single, brutal movement. Tears immediately welled up at the corners of her eyes, spilling down her burning cheeks from the intense, involuntary reflex.

Yet, as she looked up into his cold, dominating golden pupils, the sheer terror was instantly swallowed by a wave of intoxicating, fanatical pleasure.

The illusion of the gentle, aloof Golden Paragon vanished, replaced by an apex predator, and her heart swelled with a twisted, absolute devotion.

Shen Yu smiled down at her beautiful, tear-stained face, his other hand coming up to gently, almost tenderly caress her flushed cheek while his hair-grip remained vice-like and unyielding.

"Please brace yourself, Lady He," he murmured with a dark, smooth chuckle. "The party has officially begun."