CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49 - LET’S CLAIM THE PRIZE

The hot rush of release hit me like a qi surge, my cock twitching in my fist as thick ropes of cum arced through the air.

It splattered across Elder Feng Lianhua’s hidden face with perfect aim—warm, sticky streaks painting her marble-pale cheeks, dripping down her chin, and landing on those full lips she’d pressed into a thin line of shock.

Her pale blue eyes widened like shattered ice, trembling with a mix of rage, humiliation, and that undeniable spark of heat I’d planted in her during our "negotiation."

The salty scent filled the air, mingling with Mei’s lingering musk, and I couldn’t help the low chuckle that rumbled from my chest.

She stood frozen in her shadowy alcove, the concealment formation flickering uselessly around her now that I’d pierced it with a casual qi pulse. I’d known she was there the whole damn time—hell, I’d let her in.

The pleasure palace’s wards were mine to command; a subtle tweak last night had cracked the door just enough for her to slip through, thinking she was being sneaky.

Why? Simple curiosity.

I wanted to see how the ice queen would react to a front-row seat at my little show with Mei.

Would she bolt in disgust? Touch herself in secret? Or, like now, stand there stunned as my seed marked her like a claim?

The system pinged in my vision, ever the helpful pervert:

[System Notification!]

[Successful Seduction Act: Facial Release on SSS-Rank Target]

[Vitality +700!]

[Harem Points +400!]

[Bonus: Humiliation Trigger - Target’s Resistance Reduced by 15% for 48 Hours]

[Corruption Progress: Elder Feng Lianhua - 52% (Threshold Reached: Minor Bond Formation Possible)]

Not bad. But the real reward was her expression—that perfect mask cracking, her severe bun disheveled from whatever internal storm she’d been fighting while spying.

She wiped at her face frantically, but a drop clung to her lip, and I swear I saw her tongue dart out unconsciously, tasting it before horror dawned.

"Ah, Elder," I drawled, stroking the last drops from my still-hard cock, letting them drip onto the floor. "Given how you wanted a ’taste’ of my methods, I figured you’d appreciate the demonstration. Feedback welcome—open your mouth if you want seconds."

Mei Ling, still sprawled on the table with her ass up and pussy leaking my earlier loads, twisted her head to look, her flushed face a mix of exhaustion and wide-eyed shock. "H-Husband? She’s... she was watching?" Her voice was breathy, spent from the hours I’d used her as my thinking aid—pounding her slow and deep while mapping the Abyssal Demon Realm’s dangers. She’d taken it like a champ, her moans muffled against the scrolls as I plotted void beast patterns and trap formations.

Lin Yue, lounging in the chair with her arms crossed, just raised a brow, her green eyes flicking between me and Feng. "You knew she was there? And you let her watch? Perverted bastard—though I suppose that’s on brand." There was no jealousy in her tone, just that dry amusement she’d shown since our talk last night. Her bond had ticked up to 88% overnight, the system’s way of saying her "true affection" was deepening without needing my cock to prove it.

Feng finally snapped out of her daze, her Nascent Soul aura flaring like arctic wind—cold enough to frost the air, making Mei shiver despite the palace’s warmth. "You... you insolent dog! How dare you—" She wiped furiously at her face, but her cheeks burned crimson, that single taste lingering on her tongue.

Her robes clung to her curves, nipples poking through like traitors, and I caught the subtle press of her thighs together.

The Pleasure Echo I’d sent her remotely last night—after sensing her frustration through the system—had clearly left her primed, her virgin pussy probably aching for what she’d just witnessed.

I stood tall, cock still half-hard and glistening, meeting her glare with a calm smile. "Dare? You sneaked in here like a thief in the night, Elder. I just... welcomed you properly. Besides, I allowed it. The palace let you through because I wanted to see if the great Feng Lianhua could handle a little show. Looks like it got to you more than expected."

Her eyes widened in outrage, but the flush deepened—humiliation mixing with that growing corruption the system loved to track. "You... knew? And you—you defiled me with your filthy—"

"Filthy? Says the woman who spied on us all night." I stepped closer, voice dropping low. "Admit it, you couldn’t look away. Watching me pound Mei, using her like my personal stress reliever while I planned our survival... it stirred something in that icy core of yours, didn’t it? That’s why you’re here—to beg for your turn."

She recoiled like I’d slapped her, but her aura wavered, the cold pressure easing as arousal fought for control. "Beg? I would never—"

"Save it." I waved a hand, dismissing the palace’s expansion—the chamber folded back into the bracelet, reality snapping back to the airship’s cramped utility closet.

Mei and Lin steadied themselves, while Feng stumbled slightly, her robes disheveled from the shift. "We have bigger problems. The realm opens in two days, and we need to prepare. You saw me working—maps, strategies. That’s what matters. Not your pride or my ’filth.’"

Feng straightened, composing herself with visible effort, wiping the last traces of cum from her face with a sleeve. Her voice was ice again, but cracked. "Prepare? You think fondling your whores while scribbling notes counts as preparation? The Abyssal Realm will devour us if we’re not—"

I cut her off with a laugh, pulling on my black robes casually, like we were discussing tea. "Whores? Careful, Elder—jealousy doesn’t suit you. And yes, it counts. Mei helps me focus—her body’s my anchor. You should try it sometime. Might loosen that stick up your ass."

Lin Yue snorted from the corner, arms crossed. "He’s not wrong. The man’s a pervert, but he gets results. We survived the grove because of his ’methods.’ If you want to live through the realm, maybe stop spying and start contributing."

Feng’s glare could have frozen lava, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she straightened her robes, that severe bun somehow still perfect. "Fine. We’ll meet in my private quarters on the ship. Bring your... maps. But if you try anything like that again—"

"You’ll what? Squirt and beg for more?" I teased, but softened it with a genuine nod. "Deal. No games—for now. We need to survive this."

She stormed out without another word, the door slamming behind her. Mei Ling touched my arm gently, concern in her eyes. "Husband, was that wise? She’s powerful..."

"Wise? Probably not. But necessary." I pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "She needs to crack before she bends. And we need her at full strength in the realm."

Lin Yue pushed off the wall, stretching. "Just don’t get us killed chasing that ice queen’s pussy. We’ve got a demon hell to survive."

The system pinged, ever opportunistic:

[System Notification!]

[Successful Dominance Display: SSS-Rank Target Humiliated]

[Vitality +300!]

[Harem Points +200!]

[Corruption Progress: Elder Feng Lianhua - 55% (Mid-Threshold: Increased Susceptibility to Intimacy)]

We spent the next few hours in the palace—expanded again for privacy—refining our plans. Mei channeled her Nature Affinity to simulate realm traps, vines twisting into mock void beasts that Lin sniped with qi-infused arrows.

I tested Pleasure Amplification on minor constructs, turning painful strikes into euphoric bursts—could be useful against pain-based illusions in the realm.

By evening, we met Feng in her quarters—a lavish space on the airship’s upper deck, warded ten times stronger than the pavilion. She was composed again, maps of the Obsidian Gate spread before her, but the tension lingered. "The entrance fluctuates," she explained, tracing a finger over glowing runes. "We’ll have thirty minutes to enter before it seals. Inside, stick to the mapped paths—deviate, and the void beasts swarm."

I nodded, adding my notes from the night. "And the fragments? Which zone?"

"Central nexus," she said tightly. "Guarded by a nexus guardian—Soul Formation equivalent. We’ll need a distraction."

"That’s me," I grinned. "You three handle extraction."

We planned deep into the night, the air thick with unspoken heat—Feng’s eyes flicking to my hands more than once, remembering. As we wrapped, she lingered, voice low. "About our... agreement."

"After the realm," I said firmly. "Survive first. Then I’ll give you what you crave."

She nodded, frustrated but compliant, and left us to rest.

Two days blurred by—intense training, subtle sect espionage (I overheard Jian Wei plotting sabotage, but handled it with a whispered Pleasure Echo that left him... distracted in his quarters). The system rewarded every step:

[System Update: Preparation Phase Complete]

[Vitality Overflow: +500 (Total: 6,000/5,000)]

[Harem Stability: 92% - Group Synergy Increasing]

Dawn of the third day, we departed under cover of Feng’s authority—a "research expedition" to the Obsidian Gate. The ship cut through clouds like a blade, the realm’s entrance looming: a jagged tear in reality, swirling with black-purple energy.

As we approached, void beasts howled from the rift—shadowy forms lunging at the barriers. Feng’s face paled, but she masked it. "Ready?"

I squeezed Mei and Lin’s hands, bonds humming. "Let’s claim our prize."

We stepped through, darkness swallowing us whole.