Lin Feng lay sprawled across the massive king-sized bed, the black silk sheets cool against his heated skin. The penthouse bedroom was bathed in the ever-shifting glow of Phoenix's neon skyline—electric blues bleeding into hot pinks and purples, reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows like a private light show designed for sin. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, every muscle still thrumming with the raw power he'd just unlocked.
Qi Condensation Realm 9. Peak. It felt like liquid fire running through his veins, every breath pulling in more spiritual energy from the hidden qi veins running beneath the city streets. He flexed his fingers experimentally, watching faint golden sparks dance across his skin. This wasn't some dream or VR game. This was real. He was real. And so was the goddess curled up against him.
Yue Ling's head rested on his chest, her long silver hair spilling across his abs like molten moonlight. Her porcelain skin still carried a soft flush from their earlier marathon session, and her full crimson lips were parted slightly as she breathed. The red silk robe—torn and barely clinging to her curves—had slipped off one shoulder completely, exposing the smooth swell of her breast and the elegant line of her collarbone. She didn't bother fixing it. Why would she? She belonged to him now, body and soul, and she wanted him to see every inch of what he'd claimed.
Her violet eyes fluttered open, locking onto his with that dangerous, obsessive intensity. She traced one manicured nail slowly down the center of his chest, following the ridges of his abs. "Husband…" she whispered, voice husky and low, like velvet dragged over steel. "Your yang essence is still inside me. I can feel it nourishing my meridians, pushing me higher. Two minor realms in a single night… no one has ever given me this much power. No one has ever made me feel this complete."
She shifted, pressing her soft, heavy breasts more firmly against his side. The motion made the robe slip further, revealing the pink tip of one nipple. She didn't care. Instead, she dragged her thigh over his, letting him feel the lingering wetness between her legs. "You ruined me for anyone else. And I love it."
Lin Feng chuckled, the sound rough and satisfied. He tangled his fingers in her silver hair, tugging gently to tilt her face up to his. "Ruined you? Baby, I just got started. You screamed my name like you were seeing gods. Felt good, didn't it?"
Yue Ling's eyes flashed with that yandere glint—possessive, dangerous, and insanely hot. She leaned in, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood that healed instantly under his supreme yang body. "It felt divine. You claimed every part of me. Filled me until I overflowed. And now…" Her hand slid lower, fingers wrapping around his still-half-hard length, stroking slowly. "This belongs to me. Only me. If any other woman even dreams of touching it, I'll freeze their heart solid."
He groaned softly at her touch, hips bucking instinctively. "Jealous already? We just finished round three."
"Not jealous," she corrected, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Possessive." She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist, grinding her slick core against his growing hardness through the thin silk. The friction was torture. "You're mine, husband. My first. My only. If the system wants you to build a harem… fine. But they will all know who was first. They will kneel to me."
Lin Feng gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Fuck, you're intense when you get like this."
She leaned down, kissing him slow and deep—tongue invading, claiming his mouth like territory. When she pulled back, her violet eyes glowed faintly with frost qi. "Good. Because more are coming. I can sense them now."
She was right.
Through the massive windows, the night air shimmered with approaching spiritual signatures. One was cold and sharp, like frost on steel—probably Frost Pavilion reinforcements. But another burned hotter, fiercer, like a desert wildfire rolling in from the south.
The system screen flickered in his vision:
[Host Status Update]
[Qi Condensation Realm 9 (Peak)]
[Harem Members: 1/∞ – Yue Ling (Yandere Affinity: 100%)]
[Yang Aura Domination Active: Radius 1 km. Multiple female cultivators detected approaching. Lust levels rising rapidly.]
[Incoming Cultivator Highlight: Huo Mei – Blazing Sun Sect Heiress – Foundation Establishment Realm 5]
[Tsundere Affinity: 78% | Current Lust Level: 45% (Climbing due to aura exposure)]
[Warning: Powerful auras inbound. Estimated arrival: 4–8 minutes. Prepare for confrontation.]
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Multiple? Damn, we must've lit up the whole hidden network."
Yue Ling tensed, sitting up abruptly. Ice crystals formed at her fingertips as she scanned the room. "The barriers I raised after we finished should have held. No one breaches Frost Pavilion territory without permission." Her voice turned icy. "Unless someone very powerful is forcing their way in."
She slid off him reluctantly, standing at the edge of the bed. With a wave of her hand, the torn robe reformed around her—still scandalously short, still hugging every curve, but now shimmering with defensive frost patterns. She looked every inch the ice queen ready to defend her territory… or kill for it.
Lin Feng sat up too, not bothering with clothes. Why cover up when his body was radiating golden yang aura like a walking aphrodisiac? He felt invincible. "Relax. If they're coming because of the energy we put out, maybe they're just curious. Or maybe they want in on the action."
Yue Ling shot him a glare that could freeze hell. "If any of them even look at you the wrong way, husband, I will turn their blood to ice and hang their frozen corpses from the skyscraper as a warning."
He laughed, standing and pulling her into his arms. "My protective little yandere. I love it."
She melted against him for a moment, pressing her body flush to his, but then pushed him back gently. "Stay here. I'll check the perimeter and reinforce the seals."
"Nah," he said, smirking. "I wanna see this. Plus, if she's hot, might be worth meeting."
Yue Ling's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You will not touch her unless I allow it. And even then… only if I say so."
He grinned, stealing a quick, hard kiss. "We'll see, beauty."
They moved together into the main living area—a massive open space with marble floors, sleek black leather couches, a full bar, and panoramic views of the city. Yue Ling waved her hand again, frost qi spreading across the glass walls like a shimmering veil. Anyone trying to force entry would get a nasty ice-shard surprise.
Moments later, the private elevator dinged softly.
The doors slid open with a whisper.
Three figures stepped out.
Two were big, suited bodyguards—muscle-bound, red qi flickering around their fists like embers. Qi Condensation mid-realm, nothing special. But the woman between them…
Holy shit.
Long, wild red hair cascaded down her back like living flames, catching the neon light and turning it into fire. Emerald-green eyes sharp enough to cut glass, high cheekbones, sun-kissed tan skin that glowed under the penthouse lights. She wore a perfectly tailored black power suit—blazer hugging an athletic yet curvaceous frame, pencil skirt with a high slit revealing long, toned legs, red stiletto heels clicking like warning shots on the marble.
The system tagged her instantly:
Huo Mei – Blazing Sun Sect Heiress – CEO of Sunfire Enterprises
Cultivation: Foundation Establishment Realm 5
Tsundere Affinity: 78%
Current Lust Level: 52% (Rising fast)
Huo Mei's gaze swept the room like she owned it—landing first on Yue Ling, then on Lin Feng standing there completely naked, golden aura pulsing, divine rod half-hard and impossible to ignore.
Her emerald eyes widened for a split second. Cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She quickly masked it with a scowl, crossing her arms under her chest (which only accentuated her full breasts straining against the blazer).
"Yue Ling," she snapped, voice crackling like fire. "What in the nine hells is going on? The entire hidden qi network under Phoenix just lit up like someone detonated a spiritual bomb. The epicenter is your penthouse. The Frost Pavilion's forbidden dual cultivation array went off without a single heads-up to the Alliance. Explain. Now."
Yue Ling stepped forward, ice crystals swirling around her like a deadly halo. "It's none of your business, Huo Mei. This is Frost Pavilion territory. Leave. Or I'll make you."
Huo Mei's eyes flicked back to Lin Feng. Lingered. Way too long. Her breathing hitched—just a little. "And who the fuck is this? Some naked stray you picked up? He's… he's radiating yang energy like a goddamn reactor."
Lin Feng smirked, stepping closer without a shred of shame. "Lin Feng. New in town. Got trucked on Earth, woke up here with a system that's turning me into a cultivation god. And yeah, that energy spike? That was me and Yue Ling going at it like animals."
Huo Mei's face turned scarlet. "You arrogant bastard! Dual cultivation? In the middle of my city? Do you have any idea how many sects monitor spikes like that? The Alliance is going to crawl all over this place!"
Yue Ling moved between them protectively. "He's my husband. Under Frost Pavilion protection. Touch him, and I'll freeze your precious Blazing Sun Sect to the core."
Huo Mei laughed—sharp, angry, but there was a noticeable tremor in it. "Husband? Already? You work fast, you icy slut."
The insult hung heavy. Tension crackled like static before lightning.
Lin Feng felt his yang aura pulsing stronger, pulling at Huo Mei like invisible hands. Her thighs pressed together subtly. Lust level: 58%.
He decided to push it just a little. "Look, ladies. No need to throw hands. If you're here because of the surge, maybe you're curious. Maybe you wanna know what it feels like to have that kind of power inside you."
Huo Mei's eyes flashed with outrage… and something hotter. "I don't want anything from you, pervert."
But she didn't leave.
The bodyguards shifted, ready to move, but Huo Mei raised a hand. "Stand down."
She took one step closer to Lin Feng, emerald eyes locked on his. Flames flickered faintly around her fingertips. "You think you can just appear out of nowhere and claim whatever you want?"
Lin Feng grinned wider. "I already claimed one. And she loves it."
Yue Ling growled low, frost creeping across the marble toward Huo Mei's heels.
Huo Mei's flames flared brighter. "Try it. See what happens."
The air between the three of them thickened—lust, jealousy, power, all swirling together like a storm about to break.
Lin Feng's cock twitched visibly at the tension.
This was going to be interesting.