Free Web NovelA/N: As promised, here is the bonus chapter for achieving last week's PS goal. Hope you guys enjoy it!
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The four girls standing behind He Lan practically melted under the heavy, predatory weight of Shen Yu's gaze.
Far from being offended by his open scrutiny, a collective wave of thrilled excitement rippled through them.
He was a cultivator of unmatched talent, the pinnacle of the younger generation, the Golden Paragon of Silver Moon, to be noticed by him, even lustfully, was a badge of supreme honor.
As Shen Yu walked further into the opulent lounge, his aristocratic grace perfectly balanced his raw masculine magnetism.
He carried himself with the unassailable poise of a righteous paragon, yet the subtle, hungry glint in his golden eyes made it thrillingly clear that he was still a man possessed of profound, roaring desires.
He Lan, blushing furiously but eager to please, stepped aside to introduce her inner circle, each of whom had dressed with the explicit intent of catching the legendary Tang heir's eye.
"Young Master Tang, allow me to introduce my dearest sisters," He Lan murmured, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"This is Mu Rongxue, the daughter of the Mu Merchant Guild."
Rongxue bowed exceptionally low, deliberately offering Shen Yu a breathless view of her ample cleavage, squeezed tightly into a low-cut, translucent red silk gown that left her smooth shoulders completely bare.
"I have long dreamed of meeting you, Young Master Tang," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his face with fanatical devotion.
"Beside her is Su Lian of the Su Clan," He Lan continued.
Sulan wore a daring emerald dress with a slit that traveled dangerously high up her thigh, exposing her flawless, pale leg with every micro-movement. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
She gave Shen Yu a sultry, lingering look, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her collarbone.
"And these twin flowers are Anxi and Anling from the Green Herb Alchemy Pavilion."
The twins were a striking pair, clad in matching, skin-tight pastel robes that hugged every curve of their slender waists and perky breasts.
They giggled nervously, their cheeks burning as they bowed in perfect unison, looking at Shen Yu as if he were a living god descended from the heavens.
"Please, ladies, make yourselves comfortable," Shen Yu said, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that seemed to vibrate straight through their cores.
He glided toward the central velvet divan, sitting down with an effortless, regal authority.
Behind his shoulder, Li Qiu stood rigid, her body still humming from the slick, treacherous dampness that had pooled between her thighs back at the Jin estate.
She forced her expression into that of a flawless, elite maidservant, yet her heart battered violently against her ribs as she watched the spectacle unfold.
The young ladies eagerly swarmed around the central divan like moths to an intoxicating flame, practically wrestling for the spots closest to his feet on the plush silk cushions.
The air grew thick with a dizzying blend of their premium perfumes and the natural musk of their rising arousal, but their eyes and minds were entirely anchored to the man reigning over the room.
"Young Master Tang, the rumors on the streets don't do you an ounce of justice!" Mu Rongxue exclaimed, her fanatical adoration shattering whatever remained of her high-born aristocratic restraint.
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a breathless, reverent whisper. "You are truly so breathtakingly handsome... the absolute dream of every woman in the city."
Shen Yu's lips curved into a slow, devastating smile.
His golden eyes deliberately dropped, raking over the heavy, soft swell of her breasts pushed tightly against the low-cut red silk, before rising to lock onto her gaze.
"Am I yours, Lady Mu?" he asked, his deep voice vibrating with a wicked, teasing warmth.
Rongxue's breath hitched.
A dark flush flooded her neck and cheeks as she instinctively ran a hand through her hair, tilting her head back while arching her spine to thrust her ample chest prominently into his line of sight.
Looking around at the fiercely envious glances of her friends, she answered sultrily, "Of course, Young Master... every single one of us here adores you blindly."
"Indeed!" Sulan chimed in immediately, shifting forward on her knees until the soft contour of her chest practically brushed against his leg.
"A cultivator of your peerless status, possessing such terrifying power, yet retaining a heart so thoroughly righteous and pure... how could we possibly not fall helplessly in love with you?"
"Yes! I was utterly consumed with excitement just at the thought of meeting the legendary man who single-handedly forced that vicious demon, Peng Kai, to flee the territory like a stray dog," one of the twins, Anxi, breathed out.
Her eyes gleamed with a frantic, almost obsessive light as she stared at him. "Your very name strikes terror into the corrupt and sends shivers of ecstasy through the rest of us! If... if I could just spend a single, solitary day with you, I would willingly die happy the next morning!"
"A single day?" Anling countered sharply, far bolder than her twin sister.
Her hungry gaze dropped, tracing the broad, unyielding planes of Shen Yu's chest hidden beneath the pristine folds of his white and gold robes.
"If Young Master Tang would only have me, I wouldn't care if I was stripped of my status and made a lowly, nameless concubine. To serve a living paragon like him, to wash his robes, to tend to his every desire, and to warm his bed every night... that would be the greatest, most sacred blessing a woman could ever ask for in this lifetime."
Hearing their uninhibited, fanatical praise, the other girls quickly nodded in feverish agreement.
They weren't just standard socialites, they were obsessive, crazy fans who had completely romanticized his public persona.
They wanted nothing more than to latch themselves onto his rising star, willing to throw away their pride as main wives of lesser clans just to secure a spot in his inner courtyard, even as mere concubines to satisfy his carnal desires.
Shen Yu leaned back against the silk cushions, a look of benevolent, righteous amusement on his face, though inside, his dark soul was laughing.
He stretched his arms out along the back of the divan, his hands resting tantalizingly close to the exposed shoulders of He Lan and Rongxue.
"You praise me too much, ladies," Shen Yu murmured, letting his gaze rove lazily over their desperate, flushed faces, fully enjoying the fruits of his hard work.
"I merely do what I must for the path I walk. But seeing such beautiful company willing to support me... I must admit, it makes the arduous journey of cultivation feel incredibly rewarding."
