Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The air in the office was suffocatingly thick, heavy with the scent of raw musk, rain-drenched ozone, and the predatory resonance of Shen Yu’s Heaven Seducing aura. Having tasted the first offering, Xu Yi’s hunger had mutated from professional curiosity into a primal, religious fervor. She was no longer just a manager; she was a devotee at the altar of her master, her very soul vibrating with the need to be consumed.

As she took the monstrous, veined length back into her mouth again, the rhythmic dance of surrender and dominance escalated into a frantic fever pitch.

Shen Yu’s patience, usually an iron-clad fortress, finally shattered. The sight of her, hazel eyes rolled back, her throat working with a desperate, clinical efficiency, was more than his restraint could handle. He gripped her dark brown hair, his knuckles turning white, and began to meet her bobbing head with sharp, demanding thrusts.

Slurp... gluck... gawk!

Xu Yi’s throat became a playground for his power. She experimented with the pressure, her internal muscles clamping down on the thick shaft with a rhythm that mimicked her talent for management, precise, unyielding, and focused. Her hands reached back, white-knuckled, to grip the mahogany legs of the chair for leverage. Shen Yu responded by pounding harder, the wet slap of his skin against her cheeks echoing through the silent room like a drumbeat of war.

Shlick... slurp... gawk-gluck!

The stimulation reached a staggering crescendo. Shen Yu’s corded muscles went rigid, his back arching as a second, even more violent deluge erupted. It was a pressurized torrent of heavenly essence, fueled by his primordial bloodline, that overwhelmed her capacity to swallow. Xu Yi tried to catch every drop, her throat working in frantic gulps, but the sheer volume was staggering. She sputtered, a soft, involuntary cough escaping her saturated throat.

Splurt... messss... cough!

The pearly-white fluid sprayed across her flushed cheeks in a frantic, pressurized arc, matting her disheveled dark hair and dripping in slow, thick rivulets down her jaw to pool in the valley of her generous breasts. Shen Yu didn’t cease his relentless drive until the very last of his essence was spent, leaving her face a shimmering, painted mask of his total conquest. She remained kneeling there, her chest heaving in jagged hitches, her eyes red-rimmed and watering from the intensity, a beautiful, broken masterpiece of absolute devotion.

As he looked down at her, seeing her draped in the liquid proof of his dominance while she gazed back with a gaze of pure, shimmering reverence, a surge of that cold, intoxicating power he had lived for flooded his veins. To see a woman of her intellect and standing reduced to this state of blissful ruin was the ultimate tribute to his bloodline.

"Clean it," he commanded, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated through the air, carrying a weight that brooked not a second’s delay.

Xu Yi reached up with trembling fingers, her eyes fixed on his with a terrifying clarity. She swiped a thick line of his essence from her cheek and brought it to her lips, her tongue flickering out to lap at her digits. Every drop was a treasure, a fragment of his divinity she refused to waste. With a subtle, rhythmic pulse of her Qi, she cleared the remaining traces from her skin, leaving her face glowing, though her lips remained swollen and reddened from his intensity.

Shen Yu rose from the ironwood chair, his marble-carved physique catching the last flickers of the dying purple twilight. He scooped her up, her lush weight feeling like silk in his arms, and carried her to the mahogany desk. He laid her down amidst the scattered remnants of the city’s economic reports, her marshmallow-curved stomach and soft love handles spilling enticingly over the dark wood.

In that moment, a flicker of clarity hit Xu Yi. She looked at her Lord’s pristine, divine physique, carved like a god’s, and then at her own mature, yielding body. The insecurities she usually buried under stacks of ledgers surged to the surface. Instinctively, her hands went to hide her midsection, her shoulders tensing.

"What are you hiding, Xu Yi?" he murmured, the low vibration of his voice thrumming through her core.

"I... I am not as lean as the younger girls, My Lord," she whispered, her voice trembling with a raw, girlish shyness. "The desk... it pushes everything out. My stomach... these handles... they are unsightly."

Shen Yu let out a dark, rich chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. He didn’t allow her to hide. He slid his hands down her sides, but he didn’t brush past the curves she feared. Instead, his fingers sank deep into the soft, supple flesh of her love handles, kneading the lushness of her waist with a possessive, heavy pressure.

"Unsightly?" he echoed, his voice dropping into a growl. "You truly understand nothing of a man’s hunger."

He squeezed her waist firmly, his palms relishing the marshmallow-soft curve of her stomach. "These are the marks of a woman in her prime, Xu Yi. This softness... it is what adds the finishing touch to your unique charm. It is where my hands belong."

Xu Yi gasped, her eyes fluttering as she felt his fingers sinking into her. "But... the standards of beauty..."

"I do not care for standards I didn’t decide," Shen Yu interrupted, leaning down until their foreheads touched, his golden eyes burning into hers. "I like this. I want this. And because I desire it, you should embrace it. Do you understand, my dear? Your confidence should be as absolute as your management of my hall."

The last of Xu Yi’s mental barriers shattered. To be praised for her "flaws" by a man of his stature was a release more potent than any physical peak. Her shyness dissolved into a fierce, burning devotion.

He hovered over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. His gaze now burned with a terrifying, deep-seated passion. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over hers before finally crashing into a kiss that was a collision of souls. It was a deep, soul-sealing exchange; his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a slow, rhythmic dominance that tasted of salt and absolute devotion. They drank from each other as if parched, their breaths mingling in a heated, desperate cycle.

"I will put it in," he whispered against her mouth, his voice a dark, resonant vibration.

Xu Yi nodded, her breath hitching as she felt the searing heat of his cock begin to press against her weeping entrance. The memory of his size made her stomach flip with ecstatic anticipation.

Shen Yu aligned himself and pushed forward with agonizing slowness.

Shlick...

The sensation of being filled by him was like a slow-motion invasion of her very being, his monstrous girth stretching her pink folds to their absolute limit. He didn’t rush, savoring the way her internal muscles pulsed around him in a frantic, welcoming rhythm, beginning the final ascent of their union.

Shlick...

Xu Yi’s eyes flew open, her fingers digging into his corded biceps as the "monstrosity" began to stretch her beyond her limits. The sheer fullness was overwhelming, a localized pressure that seemed to rearrange her internal world.

"Breathe, Xu Yi," he murmured, his thumb catching a stray tear on her cheek.

She inhaled sharply, her back arching off the desk. Shen Yu drove deeper until he hit the final, sacred barrier, the thin membrane of her virginity. He paused, his golden eyes locked on hers, seeking her final surrender. Xu Yi gave a tiny, determined nod, her face a mask of fierce devotion.

With a single, powerful surge, Shen Yu claimed her.