I woke to the sensation of warm, wet heat enveloping my cock, a slow, rhythmic suction that pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness like a siren's call.

My eyes fluttered open, vision hazy at first, but the pleasure sharpened everything into focus.

I was naked, sprawled across the massive silk bed in the Pleasure Palace's master chamber, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from pushing cultivation limits too far.

And there, between my spread thighs, was Mei—fully clothed in her flowing green robes, her curvy form bent over me as she worked my shaft with devoted intensity.

She wasn't just sucking me off; it was an art form.

Her soft lips sealed around the thick base of my 9-inch cock, sliding up and down with perfect pressure, her tongue swirling along the veined underside while one hand gently cupped and massaged my heavy balls.

She bobbed her head slowly, taking me deep into her throat without gagging, her dark eyes glancing up at me through her lashes with a mix of mischief and affection.

Saliva glistened on my length as she pulled back, only to dive down again, her cheeks hollowing with suction that made my toes curl.

Slrrrp… glckhh… mmmhh… pop.

The wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she alternated between long, deep strokes and teasing licks around the sensitive head, her free hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.

"Fuck, Mei..." I groaned, my voice rough from disuse, pleasure coiling tight in my core. She hummed in response, the vibration sending jolts up my spine, her tongue flicking against the slit to lap up the precum beading there.

Mmmhh… glrrrk… slrrrp.

It was exquisite—tender yet insistent, her clothed body a stark contrast to my naked vulnerability, making the act feel even more intimate.

She shifted slightly, her full breasts pressing against my thigh through the fabric, nipples faintly visible as they hardened from her own arousal.

I turned my head slightly, still lost in the haze of her suction and urge to ravage her, and caught sight of Yue seated on an ornate chaise lounge across the room.

She was dressed in fresh robes, her athletic frame relaxed but alert, a smirk playing on her bronze lips as she leaned forward toward... the pink-haired spirit.

The ethereal girl sat opposite her on the floor, head bowed low, her translucent form glowing softly like captured moonlight.

Yue reached out, poking the spirit's cheek gently, causing her to flush a deeper pink.

"Why are you so cute?" Yue asked, her voice laced with amusement, poking again as the spirit fidgeted, looking even more bashful. "Seriously, with that hair and those eyes, you're like a living doll. Spill—how do you do it?"

The spirit mumbled something incoherent, her head dipping lower, but Yue just laughed, ruffling her hair playfully.

I blinked, confusion cutting through the pleasure fog.

'When did they become friends?' Yue, my fierce archer who trusted no one easily, bantering with this mysterious spirit like they were old pals?

It didn't add up, but damn if it wasn't oddly heartwarming.

Shifting my gaze further, I spotted Feng in the attached kitchen area—visible through the open archway—wearing nothing but a simple apron over her voluptuous thick hourglass curves.

She moved with focused grace, stirring something in a pot that smelled like heavenly herbs and spices, her massive breasts straining against the thin fabric, wide hips swaying as she worked.

The apron did little to hide her assets, and I could see the faint outline of her body beneath, a sight that made my cock twitch harder in Mei's mouth.

Mei noticed I was fully awake, pulling off my shaft with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head.

Hhhhaaahhh… mmmhh.

She looked up at me, eyes shining with relief. "You are awake—"

Before she could finish, I placed my hand on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her dark hair, and guided her back down. "Silence," I commanded softly, thrusting my hips up to meet her mouth.

She obeyed instantly, her lips parting wide as I pushed deep into her throat, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Glrrrk… glckhhk… guhhhkk.

Her eyes watered, but she relaxed her throat, taking every inch like the devoted wife she was, her hands bracing on my thighs as I face-fucked her with controlled, deep strokes.

The sensation was overwhelming—her warm, tight throat squeezing me rhythmically, tongue pressing against the underside, saliva dripping down my balls as she deep-throated me with expert skill.

Mmmhhffhh… slrrrp… ppphhhlkk.

I held her there for a moment, feeling her gag reflex flutter around me, before letting her up for air, only to push her back down again.

As Mei worked me over, her muffled moans vibrating through my dick, my mind wandered to darker thoughts.

Vitality point notifications popped up in my vision, ignored but persistent:

[+250 Vitality Points from intimate contact]

[+300 Vitality Points - Pleasure Amplification active]

I dismissed them with a mental flick, focusing instead on the harsh reality of my situation.

'How weak am I, really?' The Draconic Vine blast replayed in my mind—the chaotic surge of corrupted energy, the way I'd barely managed to shield us by channeling every last drop of my Great Vehicle qi into a dimensional barrier.

If not for that desperate gambit, closing off the rift just in time, it would have torn us apart.

My wives, our unborn children, everything—gone in an instant.

And that was just a sabotaged artifact from the lower realm.

What about the upper realm?

Lily Quin, with her princess status and resources—how much stronger was she?

How powerful were the true immortals up there?

I was at the peak of mortal cultivation, Early Great Vehicle, but in the grand scheme...

I was nothing.

An ant playing god in a sandbox, while titans loomed overhead.

The vitality points kept coming—[+200], [+350]—but they felt hollow.

Power through pleasure was my path, but it wasn't enough.

Not yet.

I moved my hand down, sliding it under her robe to grab one of her full, soft boobs, squeezing the warm flesh firmly.

She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending sparks up my spine, but I pulled her up by the boob—gently but insistently—making her release me with a gasp.

She crawled forward on all fours, her robes disheveled, eyes teary and full of lust as she approached, saliva glistening on her chin.

"Have you eaten something?" I asked, my voice steady despite the throbbing ache in my groin.

She shook her head, laying it gently on my chest, her curvy body pressing against mine. "No... I was missing you. You were asleep for three days."

Three days?

That explained the exhaustion lingering in my bones.

"I see." I stroked her hair, feeling her warmth, the way her breast still filled my hand. "By the way, how did you open the Pleasure Palace door?"

She nuzzled closer, her breath warm against my skin. "It was that spirit. She seems to have adapted so quickly to this place, and that hologram seems to give her access to its power. It declared her as the spirit of the Pleasure Palace as her designation."

I blinked, processing that.

The pink-haired enigma wasn't just some random entity—she was now integrated with my most powerful artifact?

A wife by system decree, and now the literal soul of my dimensional fuck palace?

'Let's take a bath first....'

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