Silence filled the room after Sabrina's declaration.

Zzz-zz-z

The only sound was her breathing—slow, steady, deepening with each passing second. Within moments, a soft snort escaped her nose.

She'd fallen asleep.

Just like that. In the middle of what was supposed to be a tense standoff, the Peak Body Cultivator who'd killed him less than an hour ago had knocked out cold.

Tianlong felt every detail through the back of his head. The firmness of her breasts beneath him, yet somehow soft at the same time.

The hardness of her nipples pressing against his skull through whatever fabric covering she wore.

The strange perkiness that defied gravity despite their size. The warmth radiating from her body, mixing with the aphrodisiac-laced air his physique leaked automatically.

He chuckled quietly, the vibration traveling through his body and into hers.

This woman had literally murdered him. Pierced his ribs.

And now she was completely vulnerable, letting herself be treated as a pillow, snoring softly like she didn't have a care in the world.

The irony wasn't lost on him.

But something else caught his attention. He turned his head slightly, his crimson-gold eyes shifting toward the elven woman lying stiffly at the edge of his chest.

"By the way," Tianlong said casually, "is Sylvea an illusion?"

Sylvea's entire body tensed. Her eyes had been closed, her breathing controlled as she mentally calculated escape routes.

Could she portal out? Maybe.

But that would mean going deeper into the Ancient Realm, into Eldoria Kingdom territory.

And after abandoning the elven tribe, showing her face there would be suicide.

She was trapped. And she knew it.

Hearing his question, she opened her green eyes and met his gaze.

A faint flush colored her cheeks as she processed the absurdity of this situation—lying on a bed with the man who'd just dominated her completely, discussing metaphysics while his head rested on another woman's tits.

"No," she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual edge. "She's part of me. A portion of my consciousness that was born in this world originally."

Tianlong's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "So you mean to transfer your original body to the lower realm, you separated your consciousness into several aspects that developed independently here?"

Sylvea blinked. How the fuck did he—

"Yes," she admitted, nodding slowly. "Kind of. So you can say she's real. Just... a consciousness that's not dominant in my body."

Tianlong's lips curled into a smile, and he let out a low chuckle that made Sabrina's breasts jiggle slightly beneath his head.

"That's why I thought her pussy felt so natural," he said with complete shamelessness. "And why she was so sensitive to my dick. She carried your sexual energy. Your libido."

Sylvea's face flushed deeper. Her body trembled slightly as the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

The Pleasure Palace's inherent nature was affecting her—making the air thick with lust, coating everything in subtle aphrodisiac energy that seeped into skin and mind alike.

But the fear of this man overwhelmed those sensations.

Fear mixed with the strange comfort of the impossibly soft bed beneath her.

"Yes," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I needed to leave my body of this world here so I wouldn't forget my magic aspects when I descended."

Tianlong's eyes widened slightly. A thought struck him.

"Wait," he said, shifting his position slightly. "How are you able to do magic in a world filled with Qi? Doesn't it need mana or something?"

It was a wild guess.

Something pulled from countless web novels he'd read in his previous life. But the moment the word "mana" left his lips, Sylvea's entire body went rigid.

Her eyes locked onto his, wide with shock.

She'd maintained her composure when he guessed she was trying to reach the lower realm—chalked it up to his energy sensitivity.

But mana? That type of energy was foreign to cultivators.

Body cultivators especially couldn't even perceive it, which was why her illusions and magic circles were so effective against them.

Qi cultivators could sense something was off, but they couldn't understand the mechanism.

For someone to know the actual name of that energy...

"It doesn't matter to you," she said, trying to regain control of the conversation.

Tianlong's mouth twitched. "Are you forgetting—"

He was about to threaten her. To remind her exactly what he was capable of.

But suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Nnmmm...~"

His gaze shifted downward.

Thanks to Sabrina's breasts propping up his head at an angle, he had a perfect view of his lower body. His black robes had parted slightly, revealing his crotch.

And Yu Xiang.

Her violet eyes met his, sparkling with mischief.

Her lips were wrapped around the thick head of his cock, teeth gently grazing the sensitive glans.

She'd taken him out without making a sound by making his robe intangible, her delicate fingers stroking the shaft—or trying to, since her hand couldn't fully wrap around his girth.

Slowly, deliberately, she pulled her mouth back.

Her tongue extended, pink and glistening with saliva, and dragged along the underside of his nine-inch cock.

She traced every vein, every ridge, her tongue flat and wet as it traveled from tip to base.

When she reached his balls, she didn't stop. Her tongue swirled around them, coating them in her spit before her lips parted wider.

She opened her mouth and took one of his testicles inside, her lips stretching obscenely around it.

The wet heat of her mouth engulfed him as she sucked gently, her tongue working against the sensitive skin.

Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft and pooling at the base.

Her breasts pressed against his thighs, the soft flesh molding around his legs as she adjusted her position for better access.

Her free hand continued stroking his cock, her small fingers unable to meet around the thickness but working in smooth, practiced motions.

Up and down, twisting slightly at the head, smearing precum and saliva together into a slick coating.

All while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. Teasing him.

Challenging him to react.

'This woman...' Tianlong's jaw clenched. His cock throbbed in her grip, growing even harder as blood rushed to his shaft.

The sight of her—so innocent-looking with those violet eyes, so depraved with his ball in her mouth—sent a surge of heat through his entire body.

Akane's ears twitched. She felt the tension in his chest muscles, the way his breathing changed. Her golden eyes opened, and she tilted her head up to look at his face.

"Husband?" she whispered, confused before following his line of sight.

The butterfly woman released his ball with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his skin before it broke.

She smiled sweetly, then tried to move to his other ball—

FWIP!

Before Yu Xiang could take his other testicle into her mouth, a thick, furry tail whipped through the air and landed directly on Tianlong's cock, covering it completely.

The sudden obstruction made Xiang's nose twitch. Her violet eyes snapped upward, narrowing into a glare as she looked past the mass of orange fur blocking her prize.

Akane sat up slightly, one of her nine tails wrapped protectively—possessively—around Tianlong's shaft. Her golden eyes burned with territorial fury as they locked onto Yu Xiang.

"What do you think you're doing?" Akane's voice was low, dangerous, each word dripping with barely restrained anger.

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