"ANNNGHHHH~! H-HUSBAND... C-CUMMING... I-I'm... EVERYWHERE!"

Mei's scream ripped through the garden like a thunderclap, her curvy body collapsing flat onto the lush grass nearby, trembling and twitching like she'd been struck by lightning.

Her both holes—pussy and ass—were stuffed full of my earlier loads, stretched and leaking thick, white cum in slow, viscous rivers that pooled between her thick thighs, mixing with her own squirting juices that sprinkled out in erratic spurts, soaking the ground beneath her.

Her mouth hung agape, tongue lolling out as ropes of my seed dribbled from her swollen lips, her dark eyes rolled back in a blissed-out haze, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

'Fuck, she looks wrecked—totally spent, like a ragdoll after a storm,' I thought, but damn if it didn't make my cock throb harder inside Feng.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Angh...! Hhnghh...! UNGH...!"

On the ground beneath me, Feng's moans were a symphony of raw, animalistic need, her voluptuous body splayed out in missionary on the soft grass, legs spread wide and pinned open by my strong hands gripping her thighs—palms pressing down hard, fingers digging into the meaty flesh to hold her in place for the relentless pounding.

"ANAGGGH! ARGHH! H-HUSBAND... DEEPER... POUND ME RAW!"

Her rhythmic moans came out in guttural bursts, syncing with the wet, fleshy—

PAH! PAH! PAH!

My balls slapping against her ass, my thick, veined 9-inch dick slamming balls-deep into her sopping pussy over and over, stretching her walls with brutal force.

Her ass was already filled from earlier—cum oozing out from the tight ring, making every thrust sloppier, the slick friction like fucking through hot, creamy mud.

I leaned down, mouth latching onto one of her massive, reddened boobs, biting down hard on the soft, fluffy mound—teeth sinking into the pale flesh, nipple trapped between them as I sucked and gnawed like a starving beast, leaving red marks and making her scream louder.

The intensity was pure animal rush—sweat flying off our bodies, the garden air thick with the musky scent of sex and crushed grass, her pussy clamping down like a hard grip, hot and slippery, every thrust sending shockwaves through her curves, her wide hips bucking up to meet me despite the pain.

"UNGHH! YES... BITE THEM... MAKE ME YOURS... ARGHHH!"

Feng howled, her pale blue eyes tearing up, body arching off the ground as I ravaged her tit, the real-world sting of my bites mixing with the deep, pounding ache in her core—her walls fluttering wildly, juices squirting out around my shaft with each brutal plunge, soaking my balls and thighs.

I growled against her boob, the vibration making her shudder, my hips pistoning like a machine—PAH! PAH!—feeling that primal burn in my muscles, the raw slap of skin on skin, her ass cheeks rippling under my grip.

'Shit, she turned into a fountain—milking me dry with that greedy pussy,' I thought, the pressure building in my balls like a volcano ready to erupt.

Her moans turned feral, "ANAGGGH! C-CAN'T... HOLD... ARGHH!", her body convulsing under me, but I wasn't done yet.

With a savage grunt, I pulled out suddenly—my cock popping free with a wet schlop, glistening and throbbing, veins pulsing angrily.

"Haah, made them mud finally..." I rasped, stroking myself hard and fast, aiming right at her reddened boobs—massive, heaving mounds marked with my bites, nipples swollen and raw.

Hot ropes of cum sprayed out in thick, sticky bursts, splattering across her tits like white mud on pale peaks, dripping down the curves and pooling in her cleavage, the warm, heavy load making her gasp and arch, "Ahhn... what is this...".

'Damn, what a sight—my ice queen painted like a filthy masterpiece,' I thought, chest heaving as the last spurts landed, but my mind wandered unbidden to Zhao Chen's mother.

'Speaking of muddy family ties... that woman, the one who birthed that arrogant little shit.'

In the original plot, Zhao Chen's mother was one of the reincarnations of a soul deity, a kind of deity known to live under the direct blessings of heaven.

They were like the children of heaven, in a sense.

That was all mentioned about her which I could derive from another statement which was: To give birth to a son of heaven, one needs either to be a saint who committed pure deeds and willingly became a vessel for the birth of heaven's child who will then inherit their luck, or the soul deities themselves choose to give each other birth.

In the human sense, it will sound strange—how can one give birth to another? But in truth, a human lives many lives. Sometimes he himself becomes a woman in one life and in another, a male. A soul in particular doesn't have a gender, though its affinity makes it feminine or male, which makes it choose that as primary birth.

Soul deities were just that kind of immortals with gender affinity.

And the last thing that was mentioned about her was how she had vanished somewhere in the lower realm just on the day the coup had occurred in the Empire, leading the son of heaven to have another motivation to sit on the throne of the Empire.

There was no mention in the story of that woman ever again, and given my emperor memory, if I could recall, she was the daughter of a kingdom I had won.

Married, and then, there wasn't anything special about her. She was in the late Core Formation realm, if the latest I could remember.

Nothing much.

Yet, what seemed to pique my interest was the fact that she was the mother of the son of heaven.

If somehow, which I know I will be able to, I could impress her and then use her in one way or another, I could, using her, leave huge damages on Zhao Chen's mental power.

First Crush and then Mother—I hardly think any sane man would be able to keep his calm after twice damages.

"Unnmmhh—"

snap

And before their moans could again arouse me, I snapped a finger, vanishing the Pleasure Palace again in my hand, turning it into the ring.

Given how Liora had attached with the Pleasure Palace, she was able to open it from within, so for my wives to exit it was easy whenever they wanted.

I had barely straightened my robes when a familiar presence materialized in the hall from where I had sent them away to search for her—seeing sunlight, it seemed to have become midnight.

Most likely, we went for a long marathon.

Zhang Wuji dropped to one knee, his weathered face grim as he pressed his fist to his chest in formal salute.

"Master," he said, his voice carrying an urgency that immediately caught my attention. "We have located a woman matching the portrait you described. Her condition is... critical."

My crimson eyes sharpened, the post-coital haze evaporating instantly. "Where?"

"A mortal village, three li south of here. The woman..." Zhang Wuji's composed expression cracked slightly. "She appears to be suffering from some form of spiritual plague. The locals have quarantined her, but Master, her resemblance to Lady Zhao Meilian's portrait is unmistakable."

'Zhao Meilian.' The name resonated through both my memories and the Emperor's—Chen's mother, the woman who had vanished on the night of the coup.

A beauty who had caught my predecessor's eye during the conquest of her father's kingdom, bearing striking features that had made even the withered old emperor's heart race.

If this was indeed her, and in such a state...

"Lead the way," I commanded, my aura already shifting into the controlled authority from what my naughty wives did to me.

'Sigh, why are my women so perverted...'

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