"Sigh, now you see the main issue with the harem thing?"
Yue's voice cut through the quiet like a gentle arrow, her fingers still threading softly through my hair. I blinked up at her from her lap, confusion knitting my brow.
Mei Ling's sobs had escalated now—soft hiccups turning into full, wrenching cries, her small frame shaking as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.
The sheet she'd pulled over herself trembled with each gasp, and damn if it didn't twist something in my chest.
Last night, I'd railed her into oblivion, marked her as mine, and the system had stamped her loyalty at 100%. Eternal. Unbreakable.
So why the hell was she breaking down like this?
I sat up slowly, disentangling from Yue's comforting hold, and scooted over to Mei. She didn't look up, just kept wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, tears soaking the silk beneath her.
I reached out, cupping her cheek gently, tilting her face toward me. Her skin was warm, flushed, those big, innocent eyes rimmed red and glistening.
"What happened?" I asked, voice low and steady, trying to mask the genuine worry bubbling up. This wasn't the system's doing—no ping, no alert. Just... her.
Mei sniffled, her lower lip quivering as fresh tears spilled over. "I-I can never love you as much as Yue... sh-she, hic..." Her words dissolved into another sob, her hands clutching the sheet like a lifeline.
She glanced at Yue, then back at me, pain etched in every line of her face—like she was confessing some unforgivable sin.
I blinked, processing that. "What are you saying? You already love me that much?"
It came out half-question, half-statement, my mind flashing to the blue screens from last night.
100% loyalty—maxed out, the system had crowed. If that wasn't love, what the fuck was it?
She shook her head vigorously, more tears flying. "No." Her voice cracked, small and defeated. "I know she loves you more."
I didn't have a word for that. Silence stretched, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The system pinged unhelpfully in my vision:
[System Alert: Emotional Insecurity Detected in Bonded Partner - Mei Ling]
[Loyalty Remains at 100% - No Decline Risk]
[Recommendation: Reaffirm Bond Through Intimacy or Dialogue to Prevent Long-Term Doubt]
100%? Then why this? The numbers felt like cold puppet strings now—tied to the raw, physical shit we'd done last night, the essence bonding, the marathon fucks that had pushed her cultivation to Core Formation.
But loyalty wasn't love, was it? The system quantified desire, obedience, maybe even affection born from pleasure, but this?
This was deeper, messier—human doubts creeping in despite the blue-screen guarantees.
Confusing as hell. Mei wasn't jealous; she was scared she wasn't enough, that Yue's quiet strength outshone her timid devotion.
And yeah, the stats backed it—Yue at 85%, a bond built on respect and that forehead kiss, not endless pounding.
But for Mei to say she was lacking? It twisted me up.
Yue sighed again from behind me, her voice soft but pointed. "So you made her cry."
I turned, shooting her a helpless look. "Come on, aren't you supposed to be helping me here?" The words tumbled out awkward—wrong, clumsy.
Maybe some leftover emperor bullshit, treating her like a disciple in need of guidance.
"At least give me some advice? You should know better than me how to handle her, right?" I fumbled, the confusion mounting. I couldn't understand and just said how? As if I really knew how to handle a crying woman—my expertise was in breaking beds, not mending hearts.
Yue shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the tears I'd glimpsed in her own eyes earlier.
She leaned forward, her robe slipping a bit to reveal the swell of her breasts, voice gentle but firm. "Then let me give you a suggestion. Tell her what makes her better than me, maybe?"
There was a hint of tears in Yue's eyes too, glistening like unshed dew, causing me to just look towards the maid and breathe deep.
I stood, hands wide open, facing Mei fully. She peeked up from the pillow, her face flushed and downcast, still trying to hide under the sheet. "Oh, now you are quiet."
Her eyes widened, but she didn't speak, just flushed deeper, pulling the sheet tighter like a shield. Clearly, my presence was making her softer, more vulnerable. "What? What now? I told you why I love you."
No response—just that adorable, embarrassed silence. I took it as my cue, launching into the ramble, words spilling out vulgar and unfiltered, because hell, that's how I knew to express it.
"Mei, listen—what makes you better? Fuck, your pussy is so tight, like a velvet glove sucking me in, begging for every thrust. I could pound you all day, feeling those walls clench and flutter, your juices gushing out like a fountain, making that sloppy wet sound that drives me wild. It's addictive, the way you mold around my cock, taking it deep until you're screaming my name.
And your ass? So plump and juicy, jiggling with every slap, perfect for grabbing and spreading while I rail you from behind. But it's not just that—your tits are soft and perky, bouncing like they're alive, nipples hardening under my fingers, sensitive enough that one pinch makes you arch and moan like you're in heat.
Your skin's like silk, glowing that rose hue when you're aroused, and your lips—plump and inviting, wrapping around my cock so eagerly during those breakthroughs. You're built for this, Mei—every curve, every hole screaming to be filled, to be claimed.
But damn, it's your innocence too, the way you blush and whimper, making me want to corrupt you over and over. You're not just tight; you're mine in a way that feels complete, like your body's the perfect fit for my desires. Yue's strong, yeah, but you? You make me lose control, make me want to pump you full until you're dripping and begging for more."
I finally breathed, shoulders heaving, watching her reaction. Mei's face was buried deeper, flushed to the roots of her hair, the sheet pulled tight like she could vanish into it.
Her body had gone still, but I caught the subtle tremble—not fear, but something hotter, more embarrassed.
Yue shook her head from the side, a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You damn pervert, shouldn't you have told something good like how her eyes, hair and such?"
It caused me to tremble before realizing, "Oh, yes I forgot, yes, your eyes are beautiful, just like your boobs."
Yue just shook her head and said, "Really, you are the worst man ever. Yet, unexpectedly obvious."
As she stood before me, she leaned near my ears and said, "Isn't it obvious?"
I blinked, turning towards her before she said, "Do what you are best at. Fuck her doubts out of her body."
The words hit like a system ping, but without the blue screen—raw advice from a woman who knew the game better than I did.
I glanced at Mei, still huddled under the sheet, her sobs quieted but the doubt lingering like a shadow.
Yue was right; words weren't cutting it.
Not my vulgar ramblings, not sweet nothings.
Mei's insecurities ran deep—servant roots, that poison betrayal, the fear of being abandoned.
The system said 100%, but hearts weren't numbers.
If intimacy had maxed her loyalty, maybe more of it would shatter those doubts, remind her she was wanted, needed, loved in the only way I knew how to show it—raw, physical, overwhelming.
I nodded at Yue, a silent thanks, and she slipped out of the room quietly, leaving us alone.
The palace hummed softly, candles flickering like they knew what was coming.
I approached the bed, sliding the sheet down slowly, exposing Mei's naked form—her rose-glow skin flushed, perky C-cups heaving with each shaky breath, her thighs pressed together but slick with anticipation.
She looked up at me, eyes wide and watery, a mix of fear and need.
"No more tears," I murmured, voice low and commanding as I climbed over her. My suit was gone in a flash—snapped away by the palace's magic—leaving me bare, cock already hardening at the sight of her.
I stretched my hand, pulling her sheet while telling her clearly. "I'm going to fuck every doubt out of you, Mei. Until all you feel is how much I need you—your body, your heart, all of it."