EVIL RISING AGAIN!-Chapter 15: The Return to the Circle (R18+)

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Chapter 15: The Return to the Circle

By the third nightfall, Yin Hua knelt in the center of the sanctum, fully clothed now in dark silks that bore no emblem—no identity beyond the one Tian Mo had carved into her. Her once-defiant spirit was now honed into something more dangerous: loyal, submissive, and utterly bound to him.

Tian Mo stood behind her, one hand resting on her shoulder, fingers glowing faintly with a trace of his Qi. Her spiritual core still pulsed with chaotic resonance—a reminder of who she belonged to.

Anna watched from across the chamber, a sultry smile tugging at her lips as she slowly traced her finger across her collarbone. She had grown addicted to watching Tian Mo work—not just in bed, but in the way he shaped people, minds, and destinies. The twisted seduction of power was intoxicating.

"She's ready," Tian Mo said, more to himself than anyone.

Yin Hua nodded. "The Circle will not question my return. I'll report success. That the target was eliminated... and that the residual spiritual energy was unstable and lethal."

"And what of the Grand Retainer?" he asked.

"He will want details, proof. But he trusts me," she whispered. "I was their Harbinger. Their blade in the dark. I know the entry paths, the secret vaults... I can give you everything."

Tian Mo smiled.

"Good."

He stepped in front of her, eyes narrowing with dark amusement.

"But before you return," he murmured, "you need another mark."

Yin Hua shivered in place. "You already own my body... my core..."

Tian Mo tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Now I will own your mind."

Without another word, he placed his palm on her forehead and activated a forbidden technique from his arsenal—The Thousand Veils Curse—a spiritual brand that worked invisibly, etching commands into the very subconscious of its host. Hidden memories, hidden desires, hidden compulsions—all tied to a single source: Tian Mo.

Yin Hua trembled violently as the curse seeped into her brain like a black tide. Her pupils dilated. Her breath hitched. Then, she relaxed... obedient, calm, and entirely in sync with his will.

Anna let out a low moan from the side. "That was... hot."

Tian Mo smirked, not even bothering to glance her way.

He was already calculating.

The Circle—an ancient clandestine organization that operated from the shadows of the modern world—had been one of many hidden factions left behind after the fall of Terra's gate. Remnants of cultivation clans, fractured demonic sects, and exiled immortals had come together under its banner.

They controlled information, artifacts, and power in ways no government could comprehend. But like all factions, they had weaknesses.

And now, one of them sat naked on her knees before him, marked by his cultivation technique and trained to lie, seduce, and destroy from within.

"The Grand Retainer will want you to visit Vault 9B," Tian Mo said, already reviewing what little information he had. "When you do, take this."

He handed her a small obsidian pill, etched with ancient chaos runes.

"A disruption talisman?"

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"A key," he corrected. "To a greater door than they realize. There's a fragment inside that vault—an ancient piece of the [Primordial World Mirror]. I want it."

Yin Hua bowed her head. "It will be yours."

He let her rise, letting his gaze trail over her curves, the sway of her hips as she adjusted her clothing, redressing in the traditional uniform of the Harbinger—a dark silver robe laced with shadow-weave and resistance enchantments.

Before she left, she turned back, lips parted.

"May I... be used... once more?"

Anna's eyes flared with desire.

Tian Mo approached slowly, his fingers already undoing his belt.

"You may," he said, voice low and hungry. "But this time... both of you."

They fell to their knees together—Anna on one side, Yin Hua on the other. Opposites, yet bound by the same addiction: Tian Mo's power.

He took them both at once, Qi crackling in the air, their cries harmonizing with the pulsing runes on the wall. It was less about lust now, and more about control—Tian Mo feeding on their submission, threading their souls deeper into his own chaotic fate.

When it was over, both women lay beside him, marked, trembling, devoted.

And the world had no idea what was coming.

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