While the lower levels of the Golden Cauldron Union burned with midnight oil, the atmosphere in the most secluded courtyard of the Cao Clan estate was thick with a completely different kind of heat.

With the city’s marketplace practically bursting at the seams from their unprecedented midday sales, Patriarch Cao Yan was completely occupied.

He was locked away at the clan’s primary distribution headquarters, personally managing the mountain-sized stacks of gold and spirit stones flowing into the family ledgers and ensuring the outer dispensaries remained fiercely guarded.

Because of this, the most luxurious guest pavilion was left entirely quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic clinking of a porcelain teacup.

Shen Yu sat back comfortably on the plush, silk-lined sofa, his dark outer robes loosely undone at the chest.

Sitting incredibly close to him, practically draped over his lap, was Cao Yan’s wife, Cao Shuying.

Shuying was an opportunistic woman to her very marrow.

The moment she had seen her proud, Golden Core husband bend his knee and offer his blood to this mysterious, dark-robed powerhouse at dawn, her calculations had instantly shifted.

She knew right then that if the patriarch of the family was going to bow his head to secure their survival, she might as well bend her ass to secure a lavish future and her own pleasure.

And well, the reality had proven to be truly fulfilling.

Not only had she tied herself to this demon, but she had also secured an incredibly good fuck.

She possessed a strikingly alluring figure, a slender, willow-like upper body with delicate shoulders and cascading brown hair that sharply contrasted against an exceptionally wide, heavy ass pushing firmly against the silk cushions of the divan.

When she looked back over her shoulder, her dark brown eyes melted with lust.

Today, she had come prepared.

Beneath the thin, emerald-green silk of her inner robe, she wore absolutely nothing.

Shen Yu’s pale hand was buried deep inside the loose collar of her robe, his slender fingers heavily cupped and groped her soft breast, squeezing the plump flesh without a shred of restraint.

"Mnn... Senior," Shuying purred smoothly, her voice a breathless, low whine as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her wide hips shifting slightly against his thigh.

"You are being rather aggressive tonight. If my husband finishes auditing the ledgers early and decides to pay his respects..."

"Let him come," Shen Yu murmured, a low, thoroughly amused chuckle vibrating in his chest.

His green pupils gleamed with a cold, mocking indifference in the dim candlelight as his thumb heavily brushed against her rigid nipple.

"Do you truly think Cao Yan would dare to push open this door without my explicit permission? Even if he walked in right now, he would simply close the door, bow his head, and wait outside until I am finished with his wife."

Shuying let out a soft, wicked laugh, her slender arms looping around Shen Yu’s neck as she pressed her heavy chest tighter into his palm.

"You are a monster, Senior Mo. But... a highly competent one. The elders are practically worshiping your name. They think you are a god for wiping out the union’s enforcers at the mountain pass."

"The union’s enforcers were nothing but minor weeds," Shen Yu said smoothly, his hand sliding down from her collar, tracing the narrow contour of her slender waist before firmly locking onto the massive, soft curve of her wide hip, pulling her completely onto his lap.

"But the leader of the alchemist faction inside the union is proving to be quite stubborn. She has locked herself away to create a counter-pill."

"Let her try," Mei whispered seductively, her breath warm against his neck as she tilted her chin up, her gaze melting with raw lust.

She could feel the hard, unyielding ridge of his desire pressing directly against her bare, unprotected cheeks through the thin silk of her robe.

She said with a calculated gaze, "No matter what she brews, she cannot change the inevitable. After all, you are the man I submitted to."

With a sharp, rustling tear of silk, Shen Yu unceremoniously yanked the tie of her green robe, exposing her slender midriff and the full, heavy swell of her breasts to the cool air of the room.

He didn’t waste another word on the politics of the city.

He forcefully gripped her wide ass with both hands, lifting her body slightly before slamming her back down, positioning her perfectly as the thin fabric offered no barrier to the raw, visceral lust that was about to consume the guest chamber.

The cool midnight air from the open balcony did nothing to cut the sudden, smothering heat inside the pavilion.

With a brutal grip on Shuying’s wide hips, Shen Yu hoisted her slender upper body upward, aligning her perfectly before driving himself up into her with a heavy, unceremonious thrust.

"Ahhh—!"

Shuying’s voice caught in a sharp, high-pitched gasp, her eyes snapping wide as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched her past her limits.

Her manicured fingers clawed frantically into the smooth, dark fabric of Shen Yu’s robes, her slender back arching like a bow as a wave of intense, dizzying heat rippled straight to her core.

Without giving her a single second to adjust, Shen Yu began a cold, systematic assault.

His pace was relentless and deep, a heavy, rhythmic thudding that echoed obscenely against the quiet, carved walls of the private suite.

Every time his hips violently crashed against her heavy, bare ass, the loose green silk of her robe flapped wildly, exposing the stark contrast of her pale, slender torso vibrating under his weight.

"Mnn... Haah... Senior... Mo Liu...!"

Shuying choked out, her head tossing back as her long black hair spilled across his shoulders like silk.

The sheer, visceral power behind each stroke was completely shattering her thoughts.

Her husband, Cao Yan, had always approached her with the careful, measured dignity of a clan patriarch, this man, however, used her body with the absolute, terrifying entitlement of a conqueror.

And it was driving her wild.

Shen Yu let out a low, raspy growl, his green pupils flashing with a dark, predatory thrill in the dim candlelight.

He didn’t offer her tenderness.

He reached up, his large hand locking firmly around her slender throat, not enough to choke her, but enough to force her head back and lock her gaze onto his.

"Is this what you wanted when you watched your husband bow, Shuying?"

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