Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The heavy, incense-laden air of the VIP suite was completely silent, save for the ragged, desperate panting of the Golden Core Matriarch.

Meng Yan lay utterly dazed against the silk sheets. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind completely blanked by the world-shattering intensity of her climax. The volatile Lunar Fire that had tortured her for decades had been violently purged, leaving her body feeling impossibly light, empty, and terrifyingly hungry for more.

Standing above her, Shen Yu took a deep, silent breath. The Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture roared to life within his meridians, hungrily devouring the massive, invisible tidal wave of supreme Yin Qi that had flooded from her core. As he assimilated the Matriarch’s energy, converting the freezing Yin into pure, roaring Yang, he felt a sudden, distinct crack within his Dantian.

A noticeable spike in his cultivation surged through his veins. The boundaries of the third level of Qi Condensation widened significantly, his foundation solidifying even further. The sheer quality of her Lunar Fire was staggering.

Just as he settled his turbulent Qi, the familiar, silent shockwave rippled through his mind.

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[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

Target: Meng Yan (Jin Clan Matriarch)

Subjugation Level: 72% -> 81%

Status: [ Devoted ]

Effect: Profound emotional and physical submission. The target’s personal pride has been thoroughly shattered. Driven by a deep, intoxicating need for the Host’s approval and Qi, they will naturally seek to please and serve him, prioritizing his desires over their own dignity. =========================================

Shen Yu’s golden eyes gleamed with a dark, predatory light. Eighty-one percent. Devoted. The system’s description was clear, but the demonic grandmaster inside him needed to physically test the boundaries of his newly acquired toy. He needed to see exactly how far her pride had fallen.

"Turn over," Shen Yu commanded. His voice was no longer the gentle, respectful tone of a saintly doctor. It was heavy, dark, and dripped with undisputed authority.

Meng Yan didn’t hesitate, nor did she attempt to cover herself. Driven by the deep, psychological hooks of his Heaven’s Charm and her new ’Devoted’ status, her body moved almost automatically. She rolled over onto her back, her dazed, heavy-lidded eyes fluttering as she settled against the pillows. As she moved, her majestic, heavy breasts swayed beautifully, the lush, pale curves settling softly against her chest, the rosy peaks hardened from the lingering euphoria of his touch.

Shen Yu stepped around the bed, moving to stand directly behind her head. He looked down at her upside-down face, her lips still parted and swollen.

He reached down, but he didn’t aim for her shoulders. Instead, his large, impossibly warm hands wrapped directly around the front of her delicate throat.

He didn’t squeeze to strangle her, but he applied a rough, heavy, dominating pressure to the acupoints along her windpipe and collarbone. It was a deeply restrictive, authoritative grip that forced her chin up and slightly restricted her airway.

To a Golden Core Matriarch, having her vital throat grasped so roughly should have triggered an instantaneous, lethal counterattack. Instead, a violently different reaction tore through Meng Yan’s body.

The heavy, choking pressure sent a dizzying rush of pure submission straight to her brain. The feeling of being completely helpless, physically dominated, and utterly owned by the man above her caused a fresh wave of intoxicating pleasure to pool in her lower stomach.

"Ah... Mnn..." Meng Yan whimpered, her back arching slightly off the bed. She didn’t try to pull his hands away. Instead, she let out a desperate, muffled moan, her body instinctively craving the rough, heavy authority of his grip.

She slowly opened her beautiful, tear-filled eyes, looking up at the man standing over her.

Shen Yu looked down at her, his striking white hair falling like snow around his shoulders. And then, he smiled. It was a breathtaking, dangerously handsome smile amplified tenfold by his Heaven’s Charm.

Meng Yan’s heart fluttered wildly against her ribs, completely captivated by the demonic beauty of him.

Seeing her gaze locked onto him, Shen Yu decided to drop the final veil. He stopped suppressing his own physical reactions. The surging Yang Qi and the deeply erotic nature of the treatment had naturally roused him, and he let his "dragon" soar. The heavy, unmistakable bulge strained aggressively against the crisp white fabric of his scholarly robes, positioned just inches from her face.

Meng Yan gasped, a sharp intake of breath that was immediately caught as Shen Yu’s thumbs pressed just a fraction tighter against her throat.

Her beautiful eyes reddened, a mix of mild oxygen deprivation and an overwhelming, blinding rush of lust. She stared at the sheer size of his arousal, her mind completely clouded by her addiction to his Yang energy.

"What... what is this, Young Master Tang?" Meng Yan rasped out softly, her voice trembling, stripped of all her former Matriarchal icy pride.

Shen Yu loosened his grip just enough to let her breathe smoothly, his thumbs gently caressing the erratic pulse at her neck. He played his role perfectly, weaving truth with masterful manipulation.

"I am, after all, a man, Senior Meng," Shen Yu whispered, his melodic voice dripping with dark seduction. "You possess a heavenly physique. You are breathtakingly beautiful, laid bare before me, trembling for my touch. Seeing you like this... I could not control myself."

A furious, beautiful blush exploded across Meng Yan’s pale cheeks. Her chest heaved rapidly. To hear this god-like, miraculous doctor admit that she had broken his self-control fed her vanity perfectly, even as she lay completely at his mercy.

Shen Yu leaned down closer, his golden eyes locking onto hers. He dragged his thumb over her swollen lower lip.

"I am taking such meticulous care of Senior Meng," he murmured softly, planting the final psychological seed. "Emptying your core, burning away your pain, fulfilling your body’s deepest cravings... Yet, there is no one here to take care of my needs."

Meng Yan looked at the heavy strain of his white robes, then back up to his golden, mesmerizing eyes. Her mind, perfectly molded by the ’Devoted’ status, immediately registered his discomfort as her own agonizing failure. He was suffering because he was healing her.

"Is it... is it hurting you?" Meng Yan asked, her voice a breathless, subservient whisper.

"Yes," Shen Yu lied smoothly, his voice dropping into a dark, husky register.

Meng Yan’s eyes softened into a pool of profound, desperate devotion. She slowly lifted her trembling, slender hands, reaching up to gently grasp his wrists.

"Then let me repay my debt," the proud Matriarch of the Jin Clan whispered, completely yielding to his web. "I will help you, Young Master. Tell me what to do."

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A/N: I’ve added a ’Status’ to the Subjugation Screen so you can better understand what the percentage actually represents.