CHAPTER 306: TONIGHT WE FUCK 2 (R-18)

Although Lira, Nyx, Selene, and Henrietta had all been cultivating separately in their designated chambers, the moment Lucas’ call brushed against their minds through the spiritual link, everything else ceased to matter.

The message was subtle...only a faint ripple of intent...but the weight behind it was unmistakable. It carried urgency, purpose, and the steady pull of someone standing on the threshold of a breakthrough that would shape the coming war.

Lira felt it first.

She lifted her eyes from the glowing inscription tablet she had been studying, her breath catching as the link vibrated with Lucas’ presence. She stood without hesitation, leaving the tablet half-activated as she made for the corridor.

Selene sensed it a heartbeat later.

Her cultivation aura flickered around her like a quiet storm before she exhaled, calming it with practiced ease. She closed her book of runic diagrams, her expression turning firm and focused. Without a word, she swept out of the room, cloak brushing behind her like a dark comet.

Nyx was in the ice garden conjured for her training, shards of crystalline frost orbiting her palms in slow spirals. The moment Lucas’ call reached her, every shard froze midair before dissolving into a cold mist.

Her eyes...clear as winter glass...narrowed with understanding.

"Finally," she murmured, and with a flick of her fingers the frost parted, allowing her to step out into the open walkway.

Henrietta, meanwhile, had been meditating, legs crossed. The spiritual tug snapped through her like a current, making her eyes open immediately.

None of them needed explanations.

None of them exchanged words.

They simply moved...four powerful auras converging through the palace corridors, each stride steady and sure,sharing a shared purpose.

When they reached Lucas’ private wing, the entered and inside, Lucas stood waiting.

Calm. Focused.

Energy coiled around him like a silent storm gathering its strength. The room dimmed and brightened with each slow breath he took, his cultivation on the verge of breaking past the Grandmaster realm shackles that had held him.

The moment Lira, Selene, Nyx, and Henrietta crossed the threshold, every other fragrance was drowned beneath the overwhelming, molten wave of Lucas’s Yang energy.It rolled off him in thick, invisible pulses, rich and golden, like heat shimmering above summer stone.

Lucas stood near the bed, shirt already discarded, the hard lines of his chest and abdomen catching the lamplight, his cultivation core blazing so brightly that the faint outline of his meridians glowed faintly beneath his skin.

The sheer volume of refined Yang he had...pushed him into a state the girls had never felt before. It struck them like a physical blow: a sudden clenching deep in their bellies, a rush of slick heat between their thighs, nipples tightening painfully against fabric, breath catching in their throats.

Lira was first to react. A soft, involuntary whimper slipped from her lips as her knees buckled slightly. "Master," she breathed, amber eyes glazing over, perky breasts already straining against her thin tunic. "I can feel you inside me and you haven’t even touched me yet." She took one stumbling step forward, then another, as though an invisible cord tugged her toward him.

Selene’s reaction was rawer. Her body shuddered, big breasts heaving as she pressed her thighs together, a visible shiver racing down her spine. "Fuck," she hissed, voice husky, hair tumbling loose as she yanked at the laces of her gown. "It’s like your cock is already buried in me and throbbing." The gown slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her gloriously naked, skin flushed, nipples dark and begging.

Nyx, princess though she was, lost every shred of regal composure. Her full breasts rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, dark hair spilling forward as she clutched at the doorframe for support. "Xavier...I want you," she whispered, the words trembling with need, her lighter dress doing nothing to hide the way her thighs rubbed together, seeking friction. "I’m dripping for you. I walked in here wet, and now I’m soaked."

Henrietta, usually the most composed, stood rooted just inside the doorway, hair catching the lamplight like a halo, emerald eyes wide with stunned hunger. Her voluptuous frame trembled, her perfect big breasts rising beneath her robe, a visible pulse beating between her legs.

"I... I can’t think," she managed, voice cracking. "I’ve wanted you for so long, and now your energy is... it’s burning me alive."

Lucas said nothing at first. He simply let the waves roll off him, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as four of the most desirable women in stood on the edge of losing control because of him alone.

Then he spoke, voice low and rough with restrained power. "Come here. All of you."That was all it took.Lira practically launched herself across the room, tunic ripping over her head as she went, perky breasts bouncing free. Selene was half a step behind, naked and shameless, big breasts swaying as she reached for him.

Nyx followed with desperate grace, dress falling away in a whisper of silk, full breasts spilling out, dark hair cascading over bare shoulders. Henrietta hesitated only a heartbeat longer, then let her robe drop, revealing the voluptuous shape of her body, golden skin glowing, big breasts high and tight, the neat triangle between her thighs already glistening.

They reached him, four pairs of hands, four trembling bodies, four sets of lips all trying to claim him at once. Lira’s slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock the instant his trousers were tugged down. Selene’s full breasts pressed against his chest as she claimed his mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. Nyx dropped to her knees beside Lira, full lips brushing the shaft, moaning at the heat of him.

Henrietta stood frozen for one more second, overwhelmed, then sank down with them, emerald eyes locked on his, whispering his name like a prayer as her hand joined the others, stroking, worshiping, learning the shape of the man she had loved. The chamber filled with the sounds of their shared desperation: soft, needy whimpers, the rustle of silk hitting the floor, the low, approving growl that rumbled from Lucas’s chest as four beautiful, powerful women finally, completely, pounced.

The moment Lucas stretched out flat on the wide bed, Lira needed no instruction. She was already naked, slender and trembling, perky breasts rising with every quick breath. She climbed the bed with feline grace, knees sinking into the silk on either side of Lucas’s head.

"I’ve been wet since the corridor," she whispered, voice shaking with anticipation, and lowered herself until her slick pussy brushed his lips. The moment his tongue parted her folds she cried out, a sharp, needy sound that echoed off the rafters.

Lucas drank her in greedily, lips sealing around her clit, tongue plunging deep, drawing her pure, crystalline Yin energy into his meridians in steady, intoxicating pulses. Lira’s hips rolled helplessly, thighs clamping around his ears, her moans rising higher with every expert swirl.