The central arena still reeked of sex and shame when Ye Wei left.
Ling Xue'er crawled behind him on hands and knees, collar gem glowing faintly, ruined robes barely clinging to her sweat-slick body. Cum dripped in slow trails down her inner thighs with every movement. Disciples parted like prey before a predator; no one dared meet his eyes.
He didn't stop at the edge of the training grounds.
He kept walking—straight toward the inner sect's private residences.
Ling Tianhao's pavilion loomed ahead: three stories of white jade and crimson banners, guarded by two Foundation Establishment enforcers who froze the moment they saw Ye Wei approaching with the sect's number-one genius leashed and collared behind him.
"Stop right there—" one began.
Ye Wei raised a hand.
The system chimed.
[Pleasure Domination (Lv.1) – Active: Target sensitivity +200%.]
[New Passive Unlocked: Aura of Submission – Weaker cultivators feel instinctive fear when facing Host. Duration: Permanent.]
Both guards dropped to their knees without another word, foreheads pressed to stone.
Ye Wei stepped over them like they were furniture.
Inside the pavilion, the air was thick with incense and feminine perfume. Silk screens divided the main hall; soft music from a guqin drifted from an inner chamber.
Ling Tianhao sat on a cushioned throne-like chair, Xiao Mei perched on his lap in nothing but sheer red lingerie. Her childhood-friend innocence had been replaced by practiced seduction—hair loose, lips painted, one hand idly stroking the young master's thigh.
They both looked up as Ye Wei entered.
Xiao Mei's eyes widened in shock.
Ling Tianhao stood so fast the chair nearly toppled.
"You… you dare enter my residence uninvited? After what you just did to Xue'er in front of the entire sect?!"
Ye Wei's gaze slid past him to Xiao Mei.
She shrank back instinctively, but her nipples hardened visibly through the thin fabric.
"Xiao Mei," Ye Wei said softly.
She whimpered—phantom pleasure from the temporary mark he'd placed earlier surging through her. Her thighs clenched together.
Ling Tianhao stepped between them, sword already drawn.
"Touch her and I'll—"
Ye Wei moved faster than sight.
One open-handed slap cracked across Ling Tianhao's cheek—same as before, but this time qi-infused.
The young master flew sideways, crashing through a silk screen and slamming into the wall. Blood sprayed from his nose and mouth. He slid to the floor, dazed.
Ye Wei didn't even glance at him.
He walked straight to Xiao Mei.
She tried to stand—legs failed her.
"On your knees," he said.
She dropped.
Ye Wei reached down, hooked a finger under her chin, lifted her face.
"You chose him," he said quietly. "After everything we promised each other as children. You let them cancel the betrothal. You let them humiliate me. And then you spread your legs for him."
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I… I had no choice… the sect—"
"You had a choice," he cut in. "You chose safety. Power. His cock over mine."
He released her chin.
"Strip."
Her hands shook as she peeled the lingerie away—red silk sliding off shoulders, breasts bouncing free, flat stomach, narrow waist flaring into soft hips. She was smaller than Ling Xue'er—petite, delicate—but her body still curved in all the right places. Nipples pink and stiff. A thin landing strip of dark hair above her already glistening slit.
Ye Wei unfastened his robes.
His cock sprang free—still slick from the arena, thick and veined.
Xiao Mei stared—mouth parting.
Behind them, Ling Tianhao groaned, trying to push himself up.
"Xiao Mei… run…"
Ye Wei glanced over his shoulder.
"Stay down. Watch."
He activated the new skill without a word.
[Oral Mastery (Lv.1) – Activated. Pleasure dealt +50%.]
He fisted Xiao Mei's hair gently—almost tenderly—and guided her mouth to his cock.
She took him eagerly—lips stretching wide, tongue swirling around the head like she'd practiced on someone else.
Ye Wei groaned.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Show him how much better you are when you're honest."
She moaned around his shaft—vibrations making his hips twitch.
He began to thrust—slow, deep strokes that hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn't pull away. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she kept sucking—hollowing her cheeks, tongue working the underside.
Ling Tianhao crawled forward, face a mask of rage and humiliation.
"You bastard… she's mine—"
Ye Wei pulled out of Xiao Mei's mouth with a wet pop.
He turned, grabbed Ling Tianhao by the collar, and dragged him closer—until the young master's face was inches from where Xiao Mei knelt, lips swollen and glistening.
"Watch," Ye Wei said again.
He pushed Xiao Mei onto her back—right in front of Ling Tianhao.
She spread her legs wide without being told—pink cunt dripping, clit swollen.
Ye Wei knelt between her thighs.
He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit—teasing, coating himself in her wetness.
"Beg," he told her.
Xiao Mei's voice broke.
"Please… Master Ye Wei… fuck me. Breed me. Fill me in front of him. Show him I belong to you now."
Ling Tianhao roared—tried to lunge.
Ye Wei backhanded him without looking—casual, almost bored.
The young master collapsed again, blood dripping from his split lip.
Ye Wei thrust in.
Xiao Mei screamed—high, keening pleasure.
Her walls fluttered around him—tight, hot, greedy.
He fucked her slow at first—long, deliberate strokes that let every inch drag along her sensitive spots.
She clawed at the floor, back arching.
"Harder… please… Master…"
He obliged.
Hips snapped forward—brutal, punishing rhythm.
Her breasts bounced wildly. Nipples grazed his chest with every thrust.
Ling Tianhao watched—helpless, broken—tears mixing with blood on his face.
Ye Wei leaned down, whispered in Xiao Mei's ear.
"Tell him."
She turned her head—eyes locked on her former fiancé.
"I'm… Master Ye Wei's whore now…" she gasped between thrusts. "His cock… feels so much better… than yours ever did…"
Ling Tianhao sobbed.
Ye Wei sped up—balls slapping wetly against her ass.
Xiao Mei's cries grew louder—desperate.
"I'm gonna cum… Master… please… inside me…"
"Cum," he commanded.
She shattered—pussy clamping down, squirting around his shaft in violent pulses.
Ye Wei buried himself to the hilt.
He came hard—thick ropes flooding her womb, overflowing, dripping out around his cock and pooling beneath her.
When the last pulse faded, he pulled out slowly—watching his seed leak from her abused cunt.
Xiao Mei lay there—panting, trembling, collar-less but marked in every other way.
Ye Wei stood.
He looked down at Ling Tianhao.
"Next time you see her," he said quietly, "you bow. You call her 'Mistress Xiao Mei.' And you thank me for taking better care of what was yours."
The young master nodded—shaking, defeated.
The system chimed.
[Side Conquest complete: Xiao Mei – Obedience 65% → 92%]
[Lust Meter locked at 100%.]
[Revenge Milestone achieved: First public cuckoldry. Reward: +2 major realms → Foundation Establishment 5]
[Conquest Points +1,200]
[New Artifact: Cuckold's Mark – Target (Ling Tianhao) will feel phantom humiliation whenever seeing Host with his former women. Permanent.]
Ye Wei fastened a second collar around Xiao Mei's throat—identical to Ling Xue'er's.
She came again from the click alone.
He turned to leave.
Behind him, Ling Xue'er crawled into the room—still naked, still dripping—positioning herself beside Xiao Mei.
Both women looked up at him with identical adoration.
Ye Wei smiled—cold, satisfied.
"Clean each other up," he ordered. "Then wa
it in my new pavilion. I'll be claiming the rest of the sect soon."
They nodded eagerly.
He stepped over Ling Tianhao's broken form and walked out into daylight.
The sect belonged to him now.
One cunt at a time.