The rough, wooden door of Liu Erlong's bedchamber vibrated with each powerful, rhythmic impact.
Inside the living room, Yu Xiaogang settled onto the simple sofa, a faint, almost imperceptible smile of satisfaction touching his thin lips.
He had expected more resistance, perhaps some emotional questions or a show of hesitation. For her to accept the duty of training his nephew so readily… it was a good sign. It meant she was still the same pliable, emotional woman he remembered, easily guided by a firm, logical hand.
'Good,' he thought, his mind a cold, clinical machine that saw the world in variables and outcomes. 'Her emotional dependency is a useful, stable variable. Predictable. It simplifies things.'
He allowed a look of magnanimous, almost paternal warmth to settle on his features as he spoke to the closed door, his voice a carefully crafted tool of manipulation.
"I know I have been distant these past few weeks, Erlong," he began, his voice a soft, gentle sound. "The training of the team, especially with Xiao San's recent… setbacks… it has consumed all of my attention."
Thwack. Squelch. Thwack.
The sounds from the bedchamber were muffled, indistinct. To his ears, it sounded like she was… exercising. Perhaps striking a practice dummy with renewed vigor.
"I have not visited you as much as I should have," he continued, his voice taking on a tone of gentle, regretful apology. "But I will make it up to you. I promise. Whenever you wish for my company, you need only ask. We can even train Tianheng together, if you like."
He knew how infatuated this cousin of his was. He knew that these few, simple words would be like a balm to her lonely, pining heart. They were a small, insignificant price to pay for her continued, unwavering loyalty.
He had no idea that at that very moment, the woman he believed was his was being brutally, beautifully, and relentlessly fucked against the very door he was speaking to.
Liu Erlong's pussy clenched violently around Zhang Tian's magnificent dick. The sensation was not one of love, or of happiness at Yu Xiaogang's empty, condescending words.
It was a spasm of pure rage.
'He thinks… he thinks he is doing me a favor?' her mind screamed, a silent, hysterical cry that was drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of Zhang Tian's powerful thrusts. 'He, who has just asked me for a favor, is speaking as though he is the one bestowing a gift upon me? This arrogance… this blind, pathetic arrogance…'
She looked over her shoulder, at the handsome, powerful man who was currently claiming her body, at the dark, amused fire in his blue eyes. A new, terrifyingly liberating thought entered her mind.
'To be fucked by this man, to be his whore, his slut, to be treated like an animal… it is a thousand times better than to be the object of that fool's condescending pity.'
She arched her back, her magnificent, curvaceous ass pressing more firmly against his groin, a silent, eager invitation for more.
"Ahh… yes, Master… so deep…" she moaned, her voice a loud, unrestrained sound of pure, carnal bliss.
"Erlong?" Yu Xiaogang's voice called out from the living room, a flicker of clinical confusion in his tone. "Are you alright? Your breathing… it sounds even rougher than I would expect from simple training. It almost sounds pained."
She took a deep, shuddering breath as Zhang Tian's cock slammed into her from behind, a brutal, secret rhythm against her back.
"I… hah… I am fine, Xiaogang," she managed to say, her voice a breathless, panting sound. "My… training from before… hah… left behind… some minor injuries that are causing some pain. But don't worry… I will be fine."
She then added, her voice a perfect mask of polite, professional deference, "And thank you for your offer. But I do not wish to disturb you. I will manage Tianheng's training myself. I will make sure he becomes a powerful asset for our academy."
Yu Xiaogang just nodded to himself, a pleased, satisfied expression on his face. 'So diligent,' he thought. 'Excellent. She is taking her new responsibilities very seriously.'
He then cleared his throat, his tone shifting to one of more pressing, important matters. "On that note, Erlong," he said, "I was pleased that this week you managed to acquire four pills from that Zhang Tian last week. It was a fine piece of work."
He leaned forward, his voice a low, urgent sound. "I was hoping… that it would be possible for you to acquire four more pills this week. Two of the Heavenly Water Pills. And two more of the Stormbolt Spirit Pills. Would that be possible? What is the price that he is demanding now?"
Zhang Tian, who had been enjoying the magnificent sight of her magnificent ass bouncing against his hips, leaned in, his mouth finding her ear.
"Tell him," he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl against her skin as his hands moved to her magnificent, heavy breasts, his fingers finding her hard, erect nipples, "that you do not wish to go. Tell him that I have begun to… look at you. Brazenly. Tell him that you are afraid that I might try to… do something to you."
Liu Erlong's breath hitched. She repeated his words, her own voice a perfect, trembling imitation of a frightened, vulnerable woman.
"I… I don't know if I can, Xiaogang," she panted, her words punctuated by a sharp, pained gasp as Zhang Tian bit down on her shoulder, a possessive, wonderful brand on her skin. "That Zhang Tian… he… ahh… he looks at me. In a very… inappropriate way. I… I am afraid. If his two fiancées were not always with him… I think… I think he would have already tried to force himself on me."
Yu Xiaogang's reaction was not one of concern. It was one of stern, almost angry, disappointment.
"Erlong, you cannot give up so easily for such a small reason," he said, his voice a sharp, chiding sound. "You are a Spirit Saint! A powerful, respected expert! If that boy tries anything, you simply need to use your strength to subdue him! And be more careful! Meet him only when he is with his fiancées! But you must, at all costs, acquire those pills! They are crucial for the future of our team! For the future of Xiao San!"
Zhang Tian just chuckled, a low, dark sound against her ear. He whispered a new set of instructions.
She turned her head towards the door, her voice a loud, desperate cry. "But what if he calls me alone, Xiaogang?!" she wailed, her voice a perfect, beautiful performance of a woman on the verge of a hysterical breakdown. "What if he tells me to come alone to collect the pills? What should I do then? I cannot beat him up! I need to meet him again next week!"
There was a moment of silence from the other room. Yu Xiaogang was clearly considering the tactical ramifications of this new, inconvenient variable.
"In that case," he said finally, his voice a calm, logical sound, "you will suppress him. Non-lethally. And you will threaten him. Tell him that if he does not fulfill the original deal, you will go and inform his fiancées of his… inappropriate behavior. He is a proud boy. He will not risk his reputation."
The sheer, unadulterated, and almost comically tragic hypocrisy of his words, combined with the deep, powerful, and relentless pounding of Zhang Tian's magnificent dick inside her, was too much.
Liu Erlong climaxed.
Her body, which had been a tense, rigid thing of fear and humiliation, suddenly went limp, a beautiful, shuddering wave of pure pleasure washing over her.
Zhang Tian felt her inner walls clench around his dick in a series of exquisite, milking spasms. He let out a low, gruff growl and came inside her, his hot, thick seed a powerful, possessive flood that filled her to the very brim.
He whispered a final instruction in her ear.
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. "I… I understand, Xiaogang," she said, her voice a weak, exhausted sound. "I… I will do as you command."
He pulled his large, thick dick out of her pussy with a soft, wet sound. She collapsed onto the floor, a beautiful, broken, and blissfully sated heap. She lay there, her fiery red hair a wild, beautiful tangle around her face, her magnificent, naked body a canvas of their passion.
His cum, mixed with her own slick essence, began to leak from her pussy, a small, beautiful puddle forming on the rough, wooden floor. She looked up at him, at his magnificent, erect dick, still glistening with her juices, and her heart was filled with a new, strange, and incredibly powerful emotion.
She had found her new master.
"I will be waiting for you tomorrow, Erlong," Yu Xiaogang's voice called out from the living room, a final, oblivious command. "I will need those four pills. The two Heavenly Water Pills… one will be for my nephew, Yu Tianheng. The other will be for Oscar. It will enhance their spirit power and their talent. And the two Stormbolt Spirit Pills… one will be for me. And the other will be for Tianheng. His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon will become even stronger."
He did not wait for a reply. They heard the sound of the main door opening, and then closing. He was gone. He had no idea that he had just, with his own, selfish, manipulative words, delivered the woman he had once loved directly into the arms, and the bed, of his greatest, and most hated, rival.
Zhang Tian looked down at the beautiful, broken, and blissfully sated woman who was now crawling towards him.
"So," he said, his voice a low, amused purr, "now you see the true face of your lover."
She did not answer with words. She reached him, and with a reverence that was a world away from her clumsy, inexperienced attempts of the week before, she took his magnificent, cum-drenched dick into her mouth.
And she began to clean him.
The taste was a strange, complex mixture of salt and a faint, sweet, and almost floral note. It was… strangely addicting. She found herself, to her own profound, and deeply unsettling horror, almost enjoying it.
When she had cleaned him completely, her tongue a soft, reverent instrument that licked away the last traces of his passion, she looked up at him. Her fiery eyes, which had once blazed with pride and defiance, were now a deep, swirling vortex of confusion, shame, and a new, frighteningly powerful emotion.
Love. No, not love. It was… worship.
Zhang Tian looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful Spirit Saint who was now kneeling before him, his cum still glistening on her lips. His own lust, which had been a raging inferno just moments before, had cooled into a deep, satisfying warmth.
He was done. For now.
He gently, almost absently, pushed her head away from his groin. He stood up and began to dress, his movements calm and unhurried. He did not offer her a hand. He did not offer her a word of comfort. He simply treated her as if she were a piece of furniture in the room.
Liu Erlong remained kneeling on the floor, a beautiful, naked, and utterly broken statue. She watched him pull on his trousers, her gaze fixed on the magnificent, now-soft dick that had just been the instrument of her complete and utter undoing.
He walked to the simple wooden table and picked up the four small, elegant jade vials he had prepared. He walked back to her and, without a word, he dropped them onto the floor in front of her. They landed on the rough, wooden planks with a soft, almost mocking clatter.
"Two Heavenly Water Pills. Two Stormbolt Spirit Pills," he said, his voice a cool, dismissive sound. "A reward for your good performance. Give them to your lover. I expect to see… interesting results."
He turned to leave.
She finally found her voice. "Master…" she whispered, the word a strange, new, and yet somehow perfectly natural sound on her tongue.
He paused, his hand on the doorknob, but he did not turn.
"You… you are leaving?" she asked, her voice a small, hopeful, and incredibly pathetic sound. "Will you… will you be back?"
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound that held no humor, only a chilling, final authority. "I will visit you again next week," he said. "And I will be looking forward to fucking you again. Be prepared."
With that, he was gone, the door closing behind him with a soft, final click.
Liu Erlong was left alone in the quiet, rustic cabin, her naked body a canvas of his passion, the floor a messy testament to their long, beautiful, and brutal afternoon. She looked at the four small pills that lay on the floor, the price of her own soul.
A new, strange thought entered her mind. 'He wants me to give these to Yu Xiaogang. He wants to make them stronger. But… they are his enemies. Why?'
The question was a brief, fleeting flicker of her old, analytical mind. But she quickly, ruthlessly, suppressed it.
'It does not matter,' she thought, her heart a strange, new, and blissfully empty void. 'A good whore does not ask her master questions. I just need to obey.'
She slowly, painfully, pulled herself to her feet. She looked at the sticky, beautiful mess on the floor, the mingled pool of his seed and her own juices, and a small, secret, and incredibly shameful smile touched her lips.
She would clean it up later. For now… she had a delivery to make.
Zhang Tian did not leave the Shrek Academy immediately. The day was still young, and his curiosity was a sharp, hungry thing. He moved through the quiet, afternoon grounds, a silent, invisible ghost, his Blood Silver Domain a perfect, seamless cloak.
He reached out with his senses, his consciousness connecting with the millions of blades of common, unassuming Blue Silver Grass that carpeted the academy. And the grass, his loyal, silent subjects, began to sing to him.
It told him of the changes that had occurred in the week he had been gone.
It told him of Tang San. The grass whispered of a new, profound paranoia that had settled over the boy. His room, a simple student's dormitory, had been transformed into a fortress. The grass could feel the faint, metallic hum of intricate, Tang Sect-style mechanical locks on the door, the sharp, dangerous energy of hidden traps near the window.
'He is afraid,' Zhang Tian thought, a cold, amused smile on his lips. 'Good. He should be.'
The grass then told him of a shift in the academy's delicate, internal power structure. It showed him a memory from just two days ago.
A brutal, and surprisingly one-sided, sparring match on the main training field.
It had been Dai Mubai versus Yu Tianheng. The proud, arrogant prince of the Star Luo Empire against the equally proud, and equally arrogant, twin star of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. A battle for the true leadership of their little team of devils.
And Dai Mubai had won.
Yu Tianheng's lightning had been powerful, his attacks a beautiful, chaotic storm of blue and purple energy. But Dai Mubai, his body newly tempered by the Heavenly Water Pill, his spirit power now a solid, stable Level 39, had been a different kind of beast.
He was no longer just a reckless, arrogant brawler. He was a creature of pure, focused, and unadulterated rage. He fought with the desperate, cornered fury of a man who had nothing left to lose. He had ignored his own defense, his own safety, and had simply overwhelmed Yu Tianheng with a relentless, brutal, and almost suicidal assault.
The grass showed him the final scene. Yu Tianheng, lying on the ground, his magnificent Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit flickering and dying, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. And Dai Mubai, standing over him, his own body a canvas of minor cuts and bruises, but his eyes blazing with a new, hard-won, and terrifyingly confident light.
'So, even the great twin star of the Blue Lightning Clan is a piece of trash,' Zhang Tian snorted to himself, his voice a silent, contemptuous sound in his mind. 'To lose to a brainless, rage-fueled brute like Dai Mubai… pathetic. But I suppose the Heavenly Water Pill did its job. It gave Dai Mubai the edge he needed.'
The grass then whispered of Tang San's new, more subtle, and far more dangerous strategy. It showed him scenes of the boy spending less time on the training field and more time in the academy's small, newly constructed workshop. It showed him surrounded by the loyal, powerful members of the Strength Clan, their massive, calloused hands working with a surprising, delicate precision as they forged the intricate, deadly components of his hidden weapons.
It told him of small, discreet sales to a few, trusted acquaintances. A wealthy merchant who needed a way to protect his convoys. A minor noble who feared for his own safety in the city's increasingly dangerous political climate. The Tang Sect was being born, not with a bang, but with a quiet, insidious whisper of steel and poison.
'But he is struggling,' the grass murmured a final, satisfying secret. It told him of Tang San's growing frustration, of his endless, fruitless search for the rare, precious metals he needed to create his most powerful weapons. It told him of how every merchant, every supplier, every black market dealer in the city would just shake their head and tell him the same, frustrating story.
'Sorry, Young Master Tang. All the high-grade Star Patterned Steel, all the Deep Sea Mithril… it has all been bought up. By the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. The price they offered… it was too good to refuse.'
Zhang Tian just smiled. The world, he had found, was a very small, and very entertaining, place when you owned all the toys.
His final, silent inquiry was for the one man who was the true, ultimate source of his amusement. Tang Hao.
The grass was silent on that matter. It could feel no trace of the Titled Douluo's oppressive, sorrowful presence.
'He must still be recovering,' Zhang Tian thought, a flicker of genuine, if slightly clinical, curiosity in his mind. He pictured the man, the broken legend, hiding in some dark, forgotten corner of the city. He pictured him slowly, painstakingly, healing his shattered body, his shattered soul.
And then, he pictured the moment when he would finally, truly, be healed. The moment when he would return to his son, his last, precious hope. The moment when he would ask his son to show him his progress, to show him the magnificent, peerless Clear Sky Hammer.
The thought of Tang Hao's face, of his reaction when he saw the three pathetic, white, and utterly, completely, and soul-crushingly useless rabbit-themed Spirit Rings that now adorned his clan's most sacred weapon…
The thought was so beautiful, so perfect, so utterly, completely, and joyously, beautifully, and hilariously wonderful, that Zhang Tian had to physically restrain himself from laughing aloud.
'Oh, well,' he thought, a final, satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he turned and began his silent, invisible journey back to his own, far more entertaining, life. 'I will just have to be patient.'
The show, he knew, would be more than worth the wait.
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A/N: Just to let you know that this is the second last lemon chapter and after that only one R18 chapter will come and that will be chapter 122. Other than that, pure plot.