Free Web NovelChapter 15: 15. The Succubus in The Sanctuary
Looking down at the wide, shimmering eyes of my spoiled daughter, I knew I had already lost the battle.
For all my authority as a master and a father, Meiyin’s innocent, pathetic little pout was the one weapon against which my defenses were useless.
With a silent, defeated sigh, I let my expression soften just a fraction. "Only for tonight, Meiyin. But the moment the morning bell rings, you will be in the training hall without a single complaint."
"Yay! I knew you would say yes!" Meiyin squealed with pure, unbridled joy.
Before I could even react, she threw her slender arms around my neck, tightly hugging me with all the frantic strength her small frame could muster.
She pressed her face directly into the crook of my neck, her satin-black demonic tail wagging with frantic, chaotic energy against the back of the jade chair. Though her petite frame remained undeveloped, the sudden, aggressive full-body impact against my torso sent an unexpected jolt of electricity straight down my spine.
My body was still running dangerously hot. The residual, volatile spiritual heat left behind by Ruyi’s recent, intense throat session had already left my pathways hyper-sensitive.
Under the heavy layers of my white robes, the sudden warmth and pressure of Meiyin’s tight embrace caused my recently spent length to twitch and begin to harden once more.
It was a raw physiological reflex, triggered by the chaotic flow of my overstimulated essence.
Panic, colder and sharper than any blade, sliced through my mind.
I clamped my jaw shut, my left hand gripping the armrest of the jade chair with enough pressure to leave a permanent indent.
I ruthlessly circulated my internal energy backward, forcing the rogue blood flow and boiling spiritual essence back down into the deepest recesses of my core.
She is my daughter, I repeated fiercely in my mind, anchoring my consciousness in an iron wall of absolute patriarchal discipline. She is my daughter. Control it.
With a monumental surge of willpower, I crushed the base instinct, forcing my physical frame back into a state of rigid, stoic calm.
I had already been forced to manipulate her once, convincing her innocent mind that the imposing hardness she had felt just moments ago at the dinner table was merely the dense, unyielding nature of my newly forged physical foundation. If she felt a recurrence now, accompanied by the sheer, blistering heat radiating through my robes, that fragile excuse would shatter.
Gently but firmly, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back just enough to break the tight embrace.
"That is enough celebrating, Meiyin," I spoke smoothly, my voice a perfect shield of cool, authoritative calm. "Return to your own room and prepare for tonight. I have some pressing work to finish before I join you in the bedchamber."
"Okay! Don’t be too long, Dad!" Meiyin chimed happily, her previous loneliness forgotten.
With a final, playful toss of her bright pink bob, she dashed out of the dining hall, her tiny silken slippers making almost no sound against the floor as she headed off to gather her things.
The moment her footsteps faded into the distance, I let out a long, slow breath, my shoulders dropping slightly as the immense mental strain finally eased.
’My, my, what a thrilling performance,’ Lucy’s voice purred within my mind, dripping with amusement.
’I must say, watching an untouchable master deploy the absolute peak of his mental discipline just to fight off his own biology is far more entertaining than any martial arts duel. You better keep that mantra on a loop, Jianxiao, or tonight is going to be a very long, agonizing night.’
Leaving the dining hall behind, I made my way to my private study. The heavy spirit-wood doors clicked shut behind me, sealing away the ambient noise of the grand estate.
Ruyi was already waiting inside. She stood gracefully beside my massive mahogany desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her waist. Her tightly tailored dark uniform clung perfectly to her voluptuous curves, painting the picture of a disciplined servant.
Yet, despite her immaculate professional facade, I could still sense the faint, lingering heat of my vital essence radiating deep within her core.
It was a sweet, secret testament to the illicit, desperate act she had performed just moments ago beneath the dining table.
Hearing my approach, she offered a deep, flawless bow. When she rose, her dark eyes briefly flicked to the closed door before locking onto mine, her professional demeanor softening into something far more intimate.
"Master," Ruyi murmured, her voice smooth and deeply respectful. "Your physical foundation is still running incredibly hot from our interrupted session. Shall I come to your chambers tonight to complete my service and ease your heavy burden?"
I walked past her, casually leaning my weight against the edge of the heavy desk. "We have a slight complication, Ruyi. Tonight’s service must be called off."
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed her beautiful, porcelain features, her head tilting slightly as she silently awaited my reasoning.
"Meiyin managed to corner me with a rather troublesome request," I explained smoothly, crossing my arms over my chest. "She insisted on sleeping in my bed tonight. She claimed she was feeling lonely after my long seclusion, and I could not refuse her without acting out of character for a doting father."
A profound, heavy silence settled over the dimly lit study. Ruyi lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting delicate shadows over her flushed cheeks.
A clear, undeniable flash of disappointment washed over her expression. She had clearly been anticipating a long, uninhibited night of intense physical union to harvest the torrential yang energy I had built up during my isolation.
"I see," Ruyi whispered, her voice dropping into a much softer, sultry register as she stepped intimately closer to my space. "Then I cannot visit you tonight. It would be far too dangerous."
"Precisely," I stated, my tone remaining pragmatic despite the intoxicating, mature scent of her perfume filling my senses.
"My meridians are already hyper-sensitive from your eager efforts earlier. Sharing a bed with my daughter in this compromised state will require my absolute mental focus. I cannot afford to engage in any further physical release, nor can I risk you sneaking into the primary bedchamber while she is sleeping directly beside me."
Ruyi lifted her hands, her delicate fingers gently smoothing the lapels of my white robes. Her touch was incredibly devoted, carrying a subtle, lingering hunger that she struggled to hide.
"It is a true pity, Master," she breathed softly, her dark eyes looking up into mine with raw, forbidden desire. "I had spent the entire afternoon preparing my body to drain the remainder of your energy tonight.
But your safety and your pristine reputation are paramount. I will step through the void and personally prepare a specialized cooling incense for the primary bedchamber. It will help soothe your boiling blood and suppress your surging yang energy while you sleep next to the young miss."
"See to it," I commanded gently. I reached out with my right hand to briefly cup her soft cheek, physically rewarding her absolute loyalty and understanding.
"We will continue our long-awaited session after the completion of the ancient ruins. For now, ensure the morning training preparations in the inner hall are flawless."
"As you command, Master," Ruyi whispered, leaning into my palm for a brief, affectionate second.
She closed her eyes, savoring the dominant warmth of my touch before gracefully stepping backward. In the blink of an eye, the lovesick, hungry woman vanished, and she slipped back into her role as the dutiful, untouchable head maid of Dragon Peak.
With a final, respectful bow, the surrounding space rippled, and she stepped directly into the void to prepare the room, leaving me alone to mentally brace myself for the agonizing night ahead.
The corridors of Dragon Peak were silent as I made my way from the study toward the primary bedchamber.
My mind briefly lingered on Ruyi’s parting gaze. After the events in the Dragon Vein Bathing Pavilion earlier this morning, where the system had purified my vital essence into a highly addictive celestial nectar, her descent into absolute submission had been rapid and total.
Beneath her flawless, twelve-century-old professional mask, the Void Integration powerhouse had become dependent on my physical touch.
A cold, transactional marriage in the upper realm had left her starved for true dominance, and now, her emerald eyes practically burned with a primal need to be consumed by my newly forged foundation.
It was exactly why her swift preparation of the cooling incense was a testament to her absolute loyalty. She wanted me desperately, yet she still prioritized my safety and reputation above her own carnal cravings.
As I gently pushed open the heavy spirit-wood doors to my bedchamber, a chilling, soothing wave of air washed over my face.
Ruyi’s efficiency was truly terrifying. In the brief moments since she had stepped into the void, she had prepared the room.
A beautifully crafted bronze censer sat upon the nightstand, releasing thin, swirling tendrils of pale blue smoke. The scent was a profound mixture of Frost-Lotus and Glacial Mint, a high-tier alchemical blend specifically designed to suppress surging yang energy and cool boiling blood.
The moment I inhaled the smoke, the residual heat from the dining room incident began to recede, locking my physical reactions firmly behind a wall of spiritual frost.
"Dad! You took forever!"
The bright, cheerful voice snapped my attention to the center of the massive, silk-draped bed.
Meiyin was kneeling amidst the premium spirit-silk blankets, having kicked most of them off in her typical restless manner.
She had bypassed normal sleepwear, changing instead into a sheer, silky transparent nightdress that boldly showcased her figure and left nothing to the imagination.
Though she had surpassed her twentieth winter, making her a legal adult by any standard of the cultivation world, her lineage as a high-grade succubus-type demon had manifested in a uniquely delicate, pocket-sized physique.
The translucent fabric draped effortlessly over her form, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon lamps. It drew unavoidable attention to her slender, porcelain-pale thighs that looked almost too fragile to bear the weight of her martial aspirations.
Her waist was remarkably narrow, a tiny span that my single hand could easily wrap around, tapering up to a ribcage that still possessed the flat, bird-like daintiness of an undeveloped girl.
Beneath the gossamer silk of her bodice, her breasts were barely a whisper, acting as soft, subtle swellings that had yet to truly blossom, their delicate rosy peaks faintly visible through the sheer material whenever she shifted her weight.
Yet, despite this lack of voluptuous development, her maturity showed itself in the exquisite, lethal perfection of her lines. Her collarbones were sharply defined like carved white jade, and her bare, slender arms possessed a hidden, supple strength born of her demonic bloodline.
Her satin-black tail, smooth and incredibly expressive, whipped playfully through the air with an elegant, hypnotic curve before resting gently against the mattress. She was a mesmerizing contradiction.
She was legal and mature in her centuries-spanning world, yet possessed of a petite, fragile mold that made any man’s protective, dominant instincts surge violently.
"I had matters to conclude, Meiyin," I replied, my voice returning to its smooth, patriarchal tone.
I unfastened my heavy outer robes, draping them over a nearby jade stand before stepping into the bed beside her.
I made sure to leave a respectable gap of distance between us, resting my back against the plush headboard and closing my eyes to let the Frost-Lotus incense stabilize my meridians.
I had barely settled into the mattress before the gap was obliterated.
"Finally," Meiyin sighed happily.
With the agility of a demon, she scrambled across the sheets and threw herself directly against my side.
She wrapped both of her slender arms tightly around my left arm, hugging it flush against her chest. She then rested her soft cheek squarely on my shoulder and draped one of her bare, delicate legs over my thighs to anchor herself in place.
Her satin-black tail wrapped securely around my waist like a seatbelt, ensuring I could not move a single inch without waking her.
She was essentially using her father as a giant, human-sized body pillow.
My jaw clenched involuntarily. The physical pressure of her soft, warm body pressing intimately against my side was staggering.
Despite her undeveloped chest, the sheer, helpless trust in her posture and the delicate scent of her shampoo sent a dangerous, protective spike right through my psyche.
The Frost-Lotus incense was working overtime, fighting a desperate battle to keep my newly integrated lower dragon suppressed under the heavy blankets.
"Sleep, Meiyin," I commanded softly, keeping my body rigid. "Morning training begins exactly at dawn."
She shifted, lifting her head just enough to peer up at me with half-open eyes. "You forgot my good night kiss, Dad," she murmured, gently tapping her cheek with a slender finger. "Both sides, just like when I was little."
Suppressing a heavy sigh, I leaned down and placed a brief, chaste kiss on her left cheek. I then shifted to grant her the second, but just as I drew near, Meiyin suddenly turned her face directly toward mine.
With my higher foundation and superior reflexes, dodging such a clumsy, telegraphed movement would have been as easy as breathing.
Yet, in that fleeting fraction of a second, a dark, primal obsession with my daughter seized my mind. It was a terrifying, deeply rooted remnant of my predecessor’s desires, and it completely paralyzed my physical frame just long enough to seal the trap.
My lips landed squarely against her soft, delicate mouth.
The contact was brief, but it sent a blistering jolt of electricity straight through my core. I immediately pulled back, my jaw tightening as I forced my expression into a mask of patriarchal authority.
"Meiyin," I reprimanded, my voice low and strictly disciplined. "You should only kiss a person on the lips if you love them. Understand?"
"I know," she murmured softly, her sweet tone carrying a sudden, undeniable weight. A faint, contented smile played on her lips as her eyelids finally drooped shut. "That is exactly why I did it."
She nuzzled her face deeper into the crook of my neck, completely unbothered by the gravity of my lecture. "Love you, Dad. So glad you are out of seclusion."
Within minutes, her breathing leveled out into the soft, rhythmic cadence of deep sleep. She was dead to the world, unaware of the psychological torture she was currently inflicting upon her father.
I stared blankly at the dark ceiling of the bedchamber, my left arm numb under her clinging grip, my mind chanting my ironclad mantra on an endless loop.
She is my daughter. Control it.
’Oh, this is absolutely magnificent,’ Lucy’s voice echoed in the silent void of my mind, her digital tone vibrating with pure, sadistic glee.
’Your Void Integration maid is starving in her quarters, your hyper-addictive celestial essence is boiling against a chemical frost-lock, and you are currently trapped under a clingy, pocket-sized succubus who has zero understanding of personal space. I will be recording your heart rate for the next eight hours, Jianxiao. Please try not to explode.’
