My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 372 Promotion

The night stretched on, Riley moving from wife to wife with unrelenting hunger.

Each woman succumbed to him in turn, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.

Hours passed, and only Selena could barely keep pace—her cultivation gave her endurance that the others lacked.

He rode her hard, his movements measured and precise, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure that left her gasping.

Countless times she shuddered beneath him, each climax pushing her closer to the edge of exhaustion.

Just as he was about to take her from behind, Selena raised a hand, a small gesture of surrender in the middle of their frenzy.

"Wait... husband. I have something I need to say," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and urgency.

Riley froze for a moment, his body tense, yet still throbbing with need.

Selena shifted, rolling onto her back so she could finally meet his eyes. Her gaze lingered on his face, searching for some hint of his thoughts, and then it drifted down, unavoidably, to the impressive length that had dominated her body all night.

She swallowed hard, a shiver running down her spine.

She knew what awaited her—only one final climax before she would be drained, like Aurora, Edith, and Juliet sprawled unconscious on the bed.

This would be her last chance to speak before surrendering to the night, and the thought of it lent courage to her trembling frame.

"I... there’s been something on my mind all day," she murmured, her breath hitching as she fought to steady herself.

The words were small against the storm of desire and exhaustion building between them, but they were hers to say.

Her fingers trembled as they traced patterns on his chest, trying to ground herself, trying to carve out a space for this confession amidst the chaos of their passion.

Riley’s eyes softened slightly, a flicker of curiosity passing through the haze of lust.

Selena’s heart pounded, knowing she had only moments before the wave of ecstasy would claim her entirely.

She took a deep breath, letting her words spill out, clinging to her voice like a lifeline as she confessed what had been buried deep within her all day.

"What is it about?" Riley asked, his voice calm, almost teasing.

Selena hesitated for a moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the night’s exhaustion weighed on her.

"How... how did you really defeat Elder Harren?" she finally whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and lingering fear.

She had never been terrified earlier, knowing Elder Adam had promised to serve as Riley’s Dao protector.

That promise had made her expect a battle that could last for days, perhaps even cost countless lives.

Yet, in an instant, Elder Harren and his army of a million cultivators were reduced to nothing but ashes.

She had never imagined the conflict would end so decisively, so completely.

Riley’s lips curved into a faint, confident smile.

"It’s nothing, Selena," he said, his tone dismissive yet reassuring.

"As I told Elder Iris, it’s just a treasure I found in the mortal realm. I’ll let you see it tomorrow." He paused, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.

"But tonight... I still have something to finish."

Before she could respond, he lifted one of her long, creamy legs onto his shoulder, positioning himself with precise dominance.

From this angle, he could see every detail of her body—the glistening, swollen lips that had been drenched and tender from hours of relentless passion.

Her breath hitched, and her fingers instinctively clawed at the sheets, gripping them as if to hold herself together.

With a deliberate thrust, he resumed, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body.

Her moans, long since silenced, erupted again, raw and desperate.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"Ughhhh..."

Her cries echoed across the camp, a seductive chorus that mingled with the night air.

Yet beneath the ecstasy, a part of her mind remained alert, aware of Riley’s unyielding control, of the power and dominance he wielded over her body.

She had never felt so completely consumed, so exposed, yet so exhilarated all at once.

Riley slowed for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers, drinking in every shiver, every gasp, every subtle tremor of desire. He whispered low, "You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?"

Selena gasped, unable to form words, her body trembling with a mixture of shame and longing.

The realization struck her—tonight would leave her utterly spent, yet she didn’t want it any other way.

Riley’s touch, his strength, his relentless passion, had woven itself into the very fibers of her being, leaving her helpless to resist.

As he continued, the cadence of their movements, the rhythm of their entwined bodies, and the symphony of her cries became a hypnotic dance.

Each thrust, each moan, drew her closer to the edge, until every nerve in her body burned with exquisite torment and pleasure. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

***

First thing in the morning, when Selena stirred awake, Riley led her to a quiet chamber where the immortal treasure lay.

The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in astonishment, much like Elder Adam’s had the first time he laid eyes on it.

Riley, however, remained calm, his expression composed.

He knew better than to overwhelm her with the full truth. Carefully, he explained that the treasure had been the key to the formation that had annihilated Elder Harren and his vast army.

But he stopped short of revealing the fact that he himself had already reached the peak of cultivation in this world—a truth that could shake even the most composed minds.

There was no need to disclose that now.

In time, the revelation would come naturally, and when it did, it would leave a much greater impact.

For the present, Riley allowed himself to focus on the tangible, the immediate joys of his life.

With this mystery solved, Selena’s worries completely vanished.

Ross also could do some more proactive things with his time.

He helped organize the construction of the clan’s new stronghold, ensuring that every wall, every courtyard, and every defensive formation was executed with precision.

He meticulously crafted barriers that would shield the clan from natural disasters and hostile forces alike, blending the magic of cultivation with practical architecture.

Days passed quickly, and within a week, much of the work was completed.

Strong walls encircled the clan’s territory, multiple courtyards were laid out for daily life and training, and roofs now covered every home, protecting the inhabitants from rain, wind, and the scorching sun.

Only minor finishing touches remained—painting, decorating, and arranging the living quarters—to make the place not just functional, but truly comfortable and welcoming.

Riley found a rare sense of satisfaction in these efforts.

For the first time in a long while, he could feel the rhythm of ordinary life, punctuated by purpose and achievement.

Yet, despite this peaceful routine, fate had other plans.

One afternoon, as Riley walked along the northern walls, inspecting the progress of the construction, a soft, unexpected voice called out to him.

"Master Riley..."

He paused mid-step, the familiar cadence of the voice immediately drawing his attention.

Turning, he saw one of the most beautiful women in the camp approaching.

She moved with a hesitant grace, her eyes downcast for a moment before flicking up to meet his.

Riley’s sharp instincts told him there was more on her mind than she let on.

Recognition sparked instantly.

She was Caroline—one of the three women who had once been kidnapped by Elder Harren’s son.

Her presence brought a mixture of relief and concern.

She was safe now, but something about her expression told him she had been carrying a burden, and it was time to finally share it.

"Caroline, are you all right? What’s on your mind?" Riley asked, his tone calm, yet threaded with genuine concern.

Of course he knew her name—he knew the names of every one of the more than 1,500 people under his clan’s care in this immortal realm.

Each member was not just a number; they were part of the family he was building, and he felt responsible for their well-being.

Caroline’s cheeks flushed, and she bit her lower lip nervously, a small tremor running through her fingers as she fidgeted.

"Master... can we talk somewhere private? I have something important to tell you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The mixture of fear, relief, and determination in her tone struck him immediately.

Riley nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. "Of course. Come with me."

As they walked, Riley observed her closely.

There was a weight to her steps, a subtle hesitation that betrayed anxiety she tried to hide.

She kept glancing at him, her eyes reflecting both trust and uncertainty.

His mind briefly wandered to the past—how she had almost suffered under Elder Harren’s son, and how powerless she must have felt back then.

Now, seeing her approach him willingly, seeking his guidance, Riley felt a quiet pride in the way she had survived and endured.

Surprisingly for him, the end of this meeting would be something he really did not expect at all.