Chapter 316: Dressed as the Union Leader [R18]
"Senior Brother... I’m—I’m coming again! AHNNN!"
"Come for me, Ruolan," Shen Yu commanded softly.
With a final, brutal thrust that buried his tip straight against her cervix, Shen Yu held her tightly against his chest.
THUMP—!
The dam broke.
Bai Ruolan screamed softly into his shoulder as her body shuddered in a violent, prolonged climax.
Her tight, hot canal clamped down around his length like a vise, pulsing in continuous, intense spasms that milked every inch of his shaft.
Driven over the edge by her overwhelming suction, Shen Yu groaned deeply, his muscles tensing as he released another thick, scalding load deep inside her womb.
The heat of his seed filled her to the very brim, spreading a soothing, heavenly warmth deep within her lower Dantian.
They lay locked together on the ruined sheets, their ragged breathing gradually slowing as the intense waves of pleasure ebbed into a sweet, lingering euphoria.
Yet, that single release was far from the end.
For the rest of the day and well into the night, the room became a world isolated from the chaos outside.
They indulged completely in their desires, stopping only briefly to rest and feast on the delicate spiritual fruits and dishes brought to the outer chamber by discreet attendants.
Once restored, the fire rekindled instantly.
They lost themselves in each other’s warmth, exploring every boundary of passion.
Shen Yu led her through an intoxicating variety of positions, lifting her against the carved rosewood bedposts, taking her from behind while her hands gripped the silk pillows, and letting her ride him in a slow, deep rhythm where her blue eyes shone with tearful, worshipful ecstasy.
Every touch, every kiss, and every deep thrust washed away the lingering horrors of the union’s tragedy, replacing them with an absolute, searing devotion.
When the pale gold rays of the next morning’s sun filtered through the lattice windows, the pavilion was quiet once more.
Shen Yu woke first, looking down at Bai Ruolan, who was curled comfortably against his side, her pale skin glowing under the warm morning light.
Gently shifting out of bed, he carried her into the adjoining bathroom, where a large, steaming tub filled with fragrant, medicinal bathwater awaited.
As they sank into the warm, soothing water, the quiet morning calm quickly gave way to playful indulgence.
Water splashed against the polished stone floor as Shen Yu washed her soft skin, his hands trailing over her curves to draw out soft, breathless giggles and sweet moans before they surrendered to another slow, passionate encounter in the water.
After drying off, Shen Yu picked up the fresh garments laid out for her.
The robes were of her usual elegant indigo, but embroidered throughout were intricate, shimmering golden threadings that marked her elevated status as the new head of the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union.
"Allow me," Shen Yu murmured softly.
Bai Ruolan stood obediently, her cheeks flushed with a radiant, healthy glow as Shen Yu draped the inner silk robes over her shoulders.
His fingers brushed deliberately against her neck and the small of her back, teasing her sensitive skin and making her shiver as he smoothed down the heavy indigo layers.
He tied the golden sash firmly around her slender waist, his hands lingering over her hips to savor her soft frame one last time.
Stepping back, he admired his creation.
In these golden-threaded indigo robes, Bai Ruolan looked every bit the majestic, unyielding Union Leader, a sharp contrast to the soft, pliable woman who had spent the night in his arms.
Shen Yu reached out, cupping her cheek and leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.
When he pulled back, his golden eyes looked into hers with calm clarity.
"I have a few final matters to settle within the city regarding the Cao Clan and others. Once those are wrapped up, I will be returning to Thousand Waves City."
He smoothed a stray lock of blue hair behind her ear.
"I’ll come by to see you one last time before I depart."
Bai Ruolan’s heart swelled with warmth.
Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her clear blue eyes shining with absolute trust and affection.
"I will be waiting, Senior Brother Shen," she whispered softly.
A faint, handsome smile touched Shen Yu’s lips.
With a subtle flick of his sleeve, his Phantom Steps activated, and his figure dissolved into the morning air without leaving a single ripple behind.
Leaving the pavilion behind, Shen Yu moved fluidly through the bustling, reconstructive chaos of Crimson Iron City.
His first stop was a Whispering Pavilion Inn, where Huo Lin, the sultry, seductive receptionist of the Silent Whisper Information Network, was waiting for him.
Shedding his Phantom Steps inside a private suite, Shen Yu found her lounging on a velvet daybed, sipping wine in a sheer, crimson silk robe that left very little to the imagination.
The moment she caught sight of his true form, her sharp hazel eyes gleamed with wild, ravenous delight.
"Master," she purred, pouring him a cup before slithering onto his lap.
Shen Yu didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
Cup in hand, he pulled her by the nape of her neck, crushing his lips against hers in a rough, demanding kiss.
Huo Lin gasped into his mouth, her hands eagerly tearing at his collar as she offered herself completely to his desires.
For the next few hours, the inn room echoed with her sharp, breathless cries and the rhythmic impact of skin on skin.
Shen Yu dragged her toward the window lattice, bending her forward so she looked out over the sprawling city he had just thrown into chaos.
Gripping her soft, full curves to hold her steady, he drove into her with a relentless, punishing rhythm.
Huo Lin gasped and moaned loudly against the cool wood, her voice muffled only by the silent isolation formations surrounding the room.
Before she could even catch her breath, Shen Yu pulled her down onto the plush carpet, pinning her legs back to claim her tightest depths, thrusting deep into her asshole until she was trembling uncontrollably, thoroughly spent, and marked completely as his.
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