Discarded Records Pavilion, Midnight
Bai Xiaofei lay on the hard wooden table, her body a quivering, boneless sculpture. The contrast was staggering.
The life-long, feverish tension under her skin was gone, replaced by a profound, cool sense of balance. She felt... whole.
She looked at Gu Xuan, who was breathing hard, his body slick with their combined sweat. He was a miracle. A monster. Her savior.
Su Linyue, her sword now sheathed, stepped away from the door, her expression unreadable as she looked at the scene.
Her gaze was sharp, proprietary. She had been the first. This new woman was an interloper.
Gu Xuan pushed himself up on his elbows, a deep groan escaping his lips. A sudden, violent tremor ran through his body.
"Gu Xuan?" Su Linyue asked, her voice sharp with concern, her rivalry forgotten.
His skin, normally pale, was flashing with chaotic, warring lights.
A silver, icy mist—Su Linyue's refined Yin—would appear, only to be violently dispersed by a scorching, golden spark—Bai Xiaofei's refined Yang. He was a living cauldron, and the reaction was unstable.
"The... scripture," he gritted out, his teeth clenched against a wave of internal pain. "It's not finished. I'm the vessel. I took her fire, but I'm filled with your ice. They are warring... inside me."
Bai Xiaofei, the alchemist, understood instantly. "It's an unstable refinement. The flux is incomplete. It needs... it needs a final harmonization. A fusion."
"Both of you," Gu Xuan commanded, his voice strained as he lay back on the table. "I need to connect the circuit. I must become the conduit, not the cauldron."
The two women looked at each other. A moment of intense, silent communication passed between them.
Su Linyue, the proud phoenix, and Bai Xiaofei, the arrogant alchemist. This wasn't about jealousy; it was about necessity. About protecting the asset that was their key to freedom.
With a shared, determined nod, Su Linyue, the first partner, moved. She straddled Gu Xuan's hips, her movements fluid and possessive.
She looked down at him, her eyes full of a dark, trusting fire, before she slowly, deliberately, lowered herself.
Gu Xuan hissed as her wet, welcoming vagina enveloped his still-hard penis. Her heat was a familiar, perfect embrace.
But it was cool—a cool, silver Yin energy that soothed his burning core but agitated the new, golden spark.
"Bai Xiaofei," he grunted, his eyes finding the alchemist. "Now."
Bai Xiaofei hesitated for only a second. This was her cure. This was her partner. This was her faction. Her pride was a luxury.
She kicked her fallen robes aside and mounted the table, straddling his chest. She swung one leg over his head, lowering herself into a position that mirrored Su Linyue's.
Her scalding, wet vagina pressed against his mouth and chin.
The contrast was absolute.
Below, Su Linyue's full, heavy breasts, pale as jade, bounced with her slow, rocking motion.
Her vagina gripped his penis with a familiar, loving tightness. Her silvery, cool Yin energy flowed into him, a calming river.
Above, Bai Xiaofei's taut, perky breasts were pointed, her dark, tight nipples just inches from his eyes.
Her musky, alchemical scent filled his senses. Her vagina was a furnace, searing and slick against his lips. Her golden, volatile Yang energy poured into him, a searing spark.
"Nnngh!" Gu Xuan groaned as the two opposing forces met inside him, threatening to tear him apart.
He had to become the conduit.
He thrust his tongue upward, licking into Bai Xiaofei's scorching, tight folds.
"Haaa—!" she gasped, her body jolting, her hips pressing down, her own climax already stirring. The taste of her was electric, metallic, and incredibly potent.
At the same moment, he thrust his hips up, driving his penis deep inside Su Linyue.
"Ah!" she cried out, her own moan muffled as she leaned forward, her hands bracing on his shoulders.
The circuit was complete.
His tongue drove into Bai Xiaofei, drawing her fire. His penis drove into Su Linyue, drawing her ice. And in the center, in his dantian, the two energies did not collide. They fused.
He was the bridge. His tongue was a conduit for her Yang, his penis a conduit for her Yin.
The energy wasn't just entering him; it was flowing through him, from one woman to the other, creating a perfect, triangular loop.
Su Linyue felt the searing, Yang spark enter her, not as a burn, but as a complementary fire that supercharged her own power.
Bai Xiaofei felt the cooling, Yin river flow into her, not as a quench, but as a grounding sea that gave her volatile power an unshakable foundation.
And Gu Xuan, at the center, was a god. He was absorbing the refined, harmonized essence of both. This was the true Primal Chaos Union.
"Now!" he roared, his voice muffled by Bai Xiaofei's body.
He thrust up one last time, his penis flooding Su Linyue's womb. Simultaneously, his tongue drove into Bai Xiaofei's clit, triggering her explosive release.
"AAAAHH!"
"NGHHH—!"
The two women cried out, their bodies convulsing in a shared, earth-shattering orgasm.
The spiritual power that erupted in the archive was not a chaotic explosion, but a silent, perfect, golden shockwave that was instantly absorbed by the three of them.
They collapsed, a tangle of naked, sweating limbs, Gu Xuan pinned between them. The air was no longer in conflict. It was perfectly, profoundly still.
Bai Xiaofei, trembling, slid off his chest. Su Linyue, panting, pulled off his softening cock with a wet pop.
The three of them looked at each other, not as rivals, but as something new. Something more.
"The... Trine Harmonization," Bai Xiaofei whispered, her voice hoarse. She looked at her hands, where a new, stable, golden-silver aura now swirled.
Gu Xuan sat up. His Foundation Establishment was no longer just "perfected." It was evolved. He was a man with a sword, an alchemist... and a secret that could topple the heavens.
"Welcome to the partnership, Senior Sister Bai," he said, his voice calm, his eyes holding the cold, satisfied light of a schemer whose plan had just succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.