Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The kiss was a torrential downpour after a long drought, a slick, desperate collision that tasted of suppressed longing and the cold, metallic thrill of their shared victory. Shen Yu felt the frantic thrum of Xu Yi’s heart against his chest, a rapid-fire rhythm that matched the way her fingers dug into the silk of his robes.

He broke the kiss just an inch, his lips trailing a path of fire along her jawline to the sensitive dip beneath her ear. Xu Yi let out a low, shaky moan, her head falling back to expose the elegant curve of her throat. In the amber twilight of the office, she looked breathtaking, a woman in the ripe summer of her late thirties, possessing a lushness that no younger girl could hope to match.

Shen Yu’s golden eyes darkened as they swept over her. He took in the way her fitted bodice strained against her generous chest, the slight, soft swell of her love handles where his fingers sank in, and the magnificent, heavy curve of her hips that his hands currently possessed. There was a part of him, the cold, ruthless Grandmaster of his past lives, that wanted to simply take her, to torment that composure until she was nothing but a shivering mess of devotion.

But as he looked at her flushed face and the way she bit her lip, looking at him with a mixture of awe and raw desire, a different impulse won out. He wanted to see her unspool slowly.

"You’ve been so disciplined, Xu Yi," he whispered, his voice a dark, velvety caress that made her shiver. "So professional. I wonder... if I start to take what I want, will you still be able to give me those clinical reports tomorrow?"

"My Lord..." she gasped, her hands trembling as they moved from his chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer. "I... I can be whatever you need me to be."

Shen Yu chuckled, a sound of pure, masculine satisfaction. He moved one hand from the lush weight of her rear, his fingers tracing the line of her spine upward until he reached the silk ties of her robes. With a deft, agonizingly slow tug, the first knot came undone.

He didn’t pull the fabric away yet. Instead, he leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "You’re so cute when you’re flustered," he teased, his eyes dancing with a playful cruelty. "Your breathing is so loud, Xu Yi. Is the assistant of the owner of the greatest herb hall in the city really this affected by a single kiss?"

"You’re... you’re unfair," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to meet his golden gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the brown of her irises. She looked soft, vulnerable, and utterly enticing.

"Life is unfair, Xu Yi. Business is a cold, calculated game," he murmured, his fingers finally slipping beneath the loosened silk of her robe to graze the burning, velvet skin of her shoulder. "But your reward... your reward will be measured in the exact depth of your devotion."

He didn’t lead her to the divan. Instead, he steered her toward the massive mahogany desk, the very seat of their power. Every step was a slow, agonizing tease, the friction of their silk robes creating a static charge that felt like a physical weight between them.

Reaching the desk, he swept a hand across the surface, sending a week’s worth of strategic triumphs and market reports fluttering to the floor like autumn leaves. He grabbed the lapels of her robe, his knuckles brushing the valley of her chest, and pulled the fabric down. It spilled off her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a silent, silken heap.

In the amber glow of the setting sun, Xu Yi stood before him as the ultimate manifestation of mature grace. She was a woman in the ripe summer of her life, possessing a lushness that made the air in the room feel thin. Her shyness only heightened her allure. She possessed a magnificent, heavy curve to her hips and soft love handles that anchored her form, lending her a grounded, earthly charm. Her stomach had a gentle, marshmallow-soft curve, and then there were her breasts: pale, milky white, and impressively full, crowned with wide, blooming pink areolas.

Seeing her, Shen Yu’s own body reacted violently, his cock straining against his robes until the tension was a physical ache. Xu Yi’s eyes flickered downward, catching the unmistakable silhouette of his desire.

"Ohhh..." she breathed, her face erupting in a fresh wave of crimson as she turned her head.

Shen Yu stepped into her space, his hands coming up to claim her. He buried his fingers deep into the soft, yielding dough of her breasts, his palms relishing their weight. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear as he gave her nipples a sharp, playful pinch.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Xu Yi’s back arched, a loud, uninhibited moan echoing against the ironwood door. "Yessssssss... right there..."

Shen Yu didn’t stop. He kneaded her, feeling her incredible softness, his eyes fixed on the beautiful, sprawling pink of her areolas. "You have such magnificent areolas, Xu Yi," he purred, his voice thick with appreciation. "Large, blooming... perfect."

"Thank you, My Lo— Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

He silenced her by dropping his head. He swirled his tongue around her right nipple, his lips sealing around the peak as he began to suck with a rhythmic, demanding pressure.

"Oh gooooooooood," she whimpered, her fingers knotting into his hair. "Yeahhhhh... just like that, My Looord..."

He used his tongue to flick against the sensitive tip while his free hand continued to massage and torment her left. He could taste the unique, flowery scent of her skin, a mixture of expensive lotus oil and the sweet musk of her own arousal.

Xu Yi lost herself. Her professional mask was gone, replaced by a raw, primal hunger. "Lick harder... ohhhhh... please, suck me right thereeeeeeeeeee!"

He obliged, his suction intensifying until he pulled away with a wet, audible pop. Xu Yi slumped against the desk, her face a mask of flushed ecstasy, sweat beginning to slick her pale skin. Shen Yu looked at his handiwork: her left breast bore the faint, red marks of his fingers, while the right was swollen and darkened from his teeth and lips.

The sight only fueled his hunger. He reached out, gathering both of her heavy breasts together until the pink tips were touching. He leaned down once more, taking both nipples into his mouth at once, his tongue flickering between them in a frantic, feverish rhythm as he drank in her cries of surrender.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Oh goooood!" she cried out, her head tossing back.

He pulled back just an inch, his golden eyes burning into hers.

"We haven’t even started, Xu Yi," he whispered, his hand sliding down to the soft, marshmallow curve of her stomach. "And I have no intention of letting you go until you’ve forgotten every report you’ve ever written."