Free Web NovelChapter 26: 26. Indulging In Pleasure(18+)
The heavy silence inside the command pavilion was absolute, thick enough to suffocate an ordinary mortal. The pavilion sat at the center of our temporary staging ground, erected just miles from the unstable perimeter of the newly discovered spatial ruins.
Surrounding the central dais, the twenty or so elite inner sect commanders and vanguard captains stood completely frozen, their breath hitched in their throats.
None of them dared to make a sound, their eyes darting between the cracked obsidian floor where Ye Chen was still desperately stabilizing his breath, and my own back.
The metallic tang of blood from Ye Chen’s gritted teeth hung faintly in the air, a stark reminder of the sheer, unyielding gap between a supreme elder and an arrogant disciple.
Right above us on the dais, the atmospheric frost radiating from Leng Qingxue fluctuated wildly.
Her crystalline eyes narrowed in profound astonishment, her hand still resting on the scabbard of her frost sword. She had expected me to punish the boy for his insolence, or perhaps to maintain the freezing distance I had recently established.
She had certainly not expected me to completely ignore the boy’s existence as if he were nothing more than a speck of dust, stepping directly into her localized domain.
Beside her, Elder Su Rulan let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a complex, knowing gleam flashing through her mature eyes as she watched my back.
But the rest of the world completely ceased to exist the moment I stopped mere inches away from Lu Mushuang.
Up close, the breathtaking contrast of her beauty was even more striking.
Her exceptionally long legs and voluptuous, mature silhouette gave her the imposing stature of a ruthless vanguard commander.
Yet the profound, dark color of her eyes, the exact duplicate of my own bloodline, betrayed a fragile, childlike terror.
Her chest heaved rapidly against her silver breastplate, the soft scent of winter plum blossoms on her skin turning slightly chaotic as her spiritual qi trembled in deep, agonizing suspense.
She was visibly braced for impact, her shoulders tense as she prepared herself for the cold, sudden rejection that had defined their relationship for the past ten years.
I looked down at her pale, flawless face, refusing to let the heavy silence stretch any longer. Releasing a soft breath, the cold, majestic aura surrounding my body completely dissolved, replaced by a rare, gentle warmth.
"You have managed the vanguard flawlessly, Mushuang," I said, my voice low but perfectly clear, resonating through the quiet pavilion.
"Well done."
The effect of those two words was instantaneous and catastrophic to her composure.
Mushuang’s profound eyes widened to their absolute limits, her entire body freezing completely as if struck by a divine sealing art.
For a long, agonizing second, she forgot to breathe entirely. Her jaw slackened slightly, her proud, commander-like posture vanishing as a look of utter, unadulterated shock stole across her beautiful features.
A single, shimmering tear broke free, tracing a hot path down her pale cheek before she could stop it.
"I... I..." Her voice fractured, completely stripped of its usual commanding tone.
She bowed her head deeply, her silver breastplate trembling.
"Thank you, Father. I will not fail you."
I let my hand brush her shoulder in a fleeting, acknowledging touch before I turned away. My gaze swept over the paralyzed room, my absolute authority crushing the lingering tension into dust.
"Finalize the preparations. As the sole elder descending into the ruins tomorrow, I expect the exterior perimeter to be flawless. The expedition departs at dawn."
Without waiting for a response, I walked out of the command pavilion, leaving a stunned, breathless silence in my wake.
From the shadows of the pavilion, Elder Su Rulan watched me leave, her heart hammering a frantic, treacherous rhythm against her ribs.
To the rest of the inner court, she was the epitome of refined elegance. But witnessing the effortless way I had dominated the high court, crushed an arrogant upstart, and then bestowed that brief, scorching warmth upon my daughter acted as a violent catalyst.
The dignified pavilion around her faded, forcefully replaced by the suffocating memory of her private summit. She could still feel the cold, carved stone of the spiritual pillar.
She could still hear the terrifying, golden pulse of the communication seal echoing with her husband’s voice, demanding answers while he stood mere yards away.
Most vividly, her body throbbed with a phantom heat, remembering the staggering weight of my presence completely shattering centuries of her refined decorum, forcing her to weep her surrender into a vanity mirror.
Elder Mo had left her starving, untouched, and neglected for years. In a single afternoon, I had claimed every inch of her soul. She was thoroughly, psychologically addicted.
"Qingxue," Rulan spoke up suddenly, dropping her formal tone for the familiar intimacy of their long friendship, her voice remarkably controlled despite the flush on her cheeks.
"The vanguard’s staging deployment is secure. Since Jianxiao is the only elder heading into the rift tomorrow, I’m going to double-check the auxiliary supply lines before the gateway opens. I just want to make sure he has everything he needs. I’ll be right back."
Qingxue gave a stiff, distracted nod, her mind still entirely preoccupied with the unprecedented shift in my behavior.
Rulan turned and practically fled. She didn’t head toward the supply tents. Wrapped in a veil of violet spirit qi, she moved directly toward the northern cliff overlooking the encampment, setting her path straight toward my private staging quarters.
Inside the tent, the air was warm, saturated with the grounding scent of ambergris.
Because I was the only Elder designated to cross the spatial boundary, my commanding quarters were isolated on a high ridge, far removed from the quiet murmurs of the twenty or so elite disciples preparing below.
At the center of the quarters sat an expansive, low-profile tactical table carved from a single block of ancient Thousand-Year Ironwood.
Across its dark, polished surface, numerous spirit-parchments and tactical charts were loosely sprawled. Hand-drawn diagrams of the spatial rift’s shifting ley lines, vanguard formation blueprints, and golden-inked strategy papers detailing defensive arrays littered the wood alongside several glowing jade slips.
I sat calmly behind this massive structure, casually reviewing the scattered documents to adjust the final deployment for our entry, as only seven select disciples would be accompanying me into the dangerous depths.
Swoosh.
The heavy silk flap was pushed aside, and the spatial arrays instantly sealed behind the intruder.
Su Rulan stood near the entrance, her chest heaving. The flawless mask of the Inner Elder was entirely gone.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her deep, knowing eyes burned with a mixture of reverence, submission, and a raw, gnawing hunger.
She didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room, stepping past the scattered array papers, and sank gracefully to her knees beside my heavy wooden chair.
"I couldn’t stay there," she whispered, her voice shedding all authority, her hands reaching out to clutch the fabric of my white robes. "Ever since you walked out of my pavilion, my mind hasn’t known a single moment of peace. I hear my husband outside my door, and all I can think about is you breaking me."
She leaned forward, her cheek pressing against my thigh in sheer, starved desperation.
"He dictates nothing. You are the one who owns my breath. Please, take me again before the gateway opens."
I reached down, my fingers tangling in her brown hair, tilting her head back to meet my cold, dominant gaze. I was just about to pull her upward, to fully strip away the remaining pretenses of her station, when the perimeter ward of the tent suddenly hummed with a sharp, icy resonance.
Hummmmm.
Rulan froze. The intoxicating heat pooling in her veins instantly turned to ice.
From just beyond the sealed flap of the tent, a voice cut through the quiet night air, carrying a cold, crystalline authority.
"Jianxiao."
It was Leng Qingxue. Her best friend. My wife.
"I need to speak with you regarding Mushuang’s position in the vanguard,"
Qingxue’s voice called out from the other side of the silk barrier, clear and demanding. "Lower the array. I am coming in."
Absolute terror seized Su Rulan. The blood violently drained from her face, leaving her ashen. If she were caught here, kneeling at my feet beneath the scattered maps of the expedition, her entire world would be annihilated in a single, catastrophic instant.
Her reputation, her position, her friendship with Qingxue, and her marriage to Elder Mo would all be destroyed. Her breath hitched in a silent, suffocating panic, her wide, trembling eyes shooting up to meet mine, pleading for salvation.
I didn’t flinch. A dark, dangerous thrill settled perfectly into my chest as I looked down at the terrified, dignified elder.
I leaned forward, my voice a barely audible, commanding whisper that left absolutely no room for disobedience.
"Get under the desk, Rulan," I ordered, my eyes flashing with absolute authority as I calmly picked up one of the sprawled vanguard report slips. "And do not make a single sound."
Su Rulan hurriedly shrank into the confined space beneath the Thousand-Year Ironwood table. The sprawling sheets of spirit-parchment and heavy tactical charts hung slightly over the edges, creating a dim, secluded curtain of shadow that swallowed her completely.
Trapped in the dark, she curled her legs tightly against her chest, her heart hammering so violently against her ribs that she was certain the sound would betray her.
Above her, the heavy wood creaked faintly as I shifted my weight, casually adjusting the vanguard reports on the dark surface
I leaned back in my chair, my face a mask of absolute calm as I let my voice carry through the perimeter wards. "You may enter, Qingxue."
Beneath the desk, the sound of my voice granting permission to her best friend shattered the last of Rulan’s fragile restraint.
The sheer, suffocating psychological pressure of the situation, the terrifying risk of discovery, and her total, unraveled submission to me mutated into a reckless, intoxicating hunger.
She was starved for my touch, and being trapped inches away from my body while my wife stepped into the tent drove her over the edge.
Gazing up through the shadows at my lap, Rulan’s trembling hands reached out. Her fingers were hot, slick with nervous sweat as she blindly reached into the folds of my pristine white robes
She parted the crisp, heavy layers of silk, pulling the fabric aside with a desperate, silent urgency
As the material gave way, the resting, heavy shaft of my manhood slipped free from the fabric.
Even in its relaxed state, it was thick and formidable, a stark testament to the absolute masculine dominance I held over her.
The sudden exposure to the cool air beneath the desk, combined with the proximity of her flushing face, caused it to stir instantly. It throbbed once against her knuckles, thickening and beginning to harden the moment her warm breath fanned across the sensitive skin.
Leng Qingxue stepped fully into the quarters, her presence bringing a wave of absolute frost that caused the ambient temperature of the tent to plummet.
Her crystalline eyes scanned the room, completely oblivious to the fact that her closest friend was currently kneeling between my thighs. She walked forward with measured, elegant steps, her white robes rustling softly in the quiet room.
Beneath the heavy wood, wrapped in the shadows of the overhanging map sheets, Su Rulan felt her heart stop.
The familiar, icy aura of her closest friend was so close she could practically feel the spiritual resonance in the air. The terrifying thrill of the situation, combined with the absolute dominance I held over her, completely shattered her remaining sanity.
Driven by a reckless, intoxicating panic, she leaned her flushed face forward.
Her warm lips parted, and she pressed her mouth directly against the pulsing, thickening length of my manhood.
Above the table, Qingxue stopped just a few paces away, her expression guarded and intense.
"You changed today, Jianxiao," Qingxue said, her voice dropping into a sharp, demanding tone that cut through the silence of the tent.
"The only reason the sect even agreed to let a completely ordinary disciple like Ye Chen enter the ruins is because he happens to possess the layout map. Yet you publicly crushed him, uncaring of the fact that we need his charts to navigate the depths. Elder Mo is already outside furious, throwing a tantrum because his private meddling with the boy has been completely disrupted by your sudden heavy hand."
As my wife spoke, the scene beneath the desk became a battleground of intense sensory contrast. While the icy atmosphere of Qingxue’s cultivation swirled above, a scorching, wet heat enveloped my lower body.
Hearing her own husband’s name linked to an ordinary disciple’s leveraged maps weaponized as a political complaint by her best friend sent a violent jolt through Rulan’s veins.
The sheer hypocrisy of Elder Mo, whining outside about an unremarkable boy while she knelt in absolute, degraded worship of his rival, drove her to a fever pitch.
She closed her eyes, entirely surrendering to her dark addiction. She swirled her tongue around the crown of my shaft, licking the sensitive length with desperate, sweeping strokes.
Her hot saliva coated the skin as she greedily drew the rising heat deeper into her mouth, working with a frantic rhythm to force me into a state of rigid, pulsing readiness.
Despite the intense, pleasurable friction standard mortals would succumb to, my expression remained entirely unreadable. I sat perfectly still in my heavy wooden chair, my fingers casually tracing the edges of a golden-inked strategy paper.
My breathing did not hitch, and my heartbeat remained perfectly synchronized with the mountain’s pulse.
"Ye Chen was a stray dog barking in a court of tigers, Qingxue," I replied smoothly, my voice carrying a calm, authoritative resonance that completely filled the tent.
"An arrogant boy who cannot control his temper before a Supreme Elder is a liability to my vanguard. If Elder Mo wishes to challenge my correction of his favorite lapdog, tell him to meet me at the rift boundary tomorrow. But we both know he lacks the courage to stand where I tread."
Qingxue frowned, clearly unnerved by the absolute coldness in my tone, but her eyes darkened as she pressed further.
"It is not just about Ye Chen, and you know it. What are you playing at, Jianxiao? You haven’t shown our daughter a single shred of warmth for the past ten years, ever since you withdrew behind your reclusive cultivation.
Yet today, you look at her, you praise her, and you give her total authority over the vanguard right before you enter the ruins with only seven disciples. Why now? What shifted in you?"
She took another step forward, her knees pressing directly against the outer edge of the ironwood table, a mere foot away from where Rulan was frantically working her tongue against my fully hardened shaft.
Beneath the table, Rulan heard her friend’s voice vibrating through the very wood she was hiding under, discussing the family she was secretly dismantling from within. The psychological weight of the betrayal, combined with my casual, supreme arrogance toward her husband, made her lose all restraint.
Her hands gripped my thighs for support as she sucked harder, her tongue greedily tracing the rigid, pulsing veins of my fully aroused length, determined to make me hers entirely in the shadows.
"Mushuang will be safe, Qingxue," I said, my voice steady and laced with an unyielding certainty that seemed to vibrate through the entire tent. "As long as I am descending into those ruins, no harm will touch her. I will ensure it personally."
Qingxue froze, her crystalline eyes widening slightly. For the past ten years, she had carried the silent burden of protecting their daughter from his growing indifference, braced against this sudden shift. Hearing such absolute, protective conviction from me caused a rare crack in her frosty armor.
A flicker of genuine, deep-seated concern softened her features. Drawn by a sudden, intense need for reassurance, she moved around the edge of the Thousand-Year Ironwood table.
She stepped directly into my personal space, standing right in front of me, her knees nearly brushing the edge of my chair. "Do you truly mean that, Jianxiao? The spatial anomalies inside the northern perimeter are notoriously unpredictable, and if the vanguard..."
Before she could finish her anxious sentence, I reached up. My hand softly but firmly cupped the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her silken hair. With a smooth, irresistible pull, I brought her down to me and captured her lips in a deep, commanding kiss.
Taken completely by surprise by this sudden, possessive show of affection, Qingxue caught her breath. Her eyes drifted shut as her icy defenses instantly melted under the heat of my mouth.
A soft, helpless moan escaped her throat, a breathless sound that vibrated directly against my lips as she instinctively leaned into my touch.
Directly beneath us, the sound of her closest friend’s intimate surrender right above her head sent a catastrophic shockwave of jealousy, panic, and overwhelming arousal straight to Su Rulan’s core. The sheer madness of the situation pushed her past the point of no return.
Schluck... slrrph...
The wet, frantic sound of her mouth swallowing my rigid length echoed softly inside the dark, hollow underside of the desk. Rulan vanished her reservations, her fingernails digging into the fabric of my robes as her suction grew devastatingly stronger.
Slurp... mmnph...
She opened her throat completely, greedily drawing the full, pulsing weight of my hardened shaft deeper into her mouth. She worked her tongue with an aggressive, suffocating rhythm, desperately trying to reclaim my attention and mark me as her own, even as her best friend moaned in my arms just inches away.
