My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 375 Interview

Riley made love to Caroline for hours, until the pale glow of dawn spilled softly across the room.

The night had been long and filled with heat, their bodies entwined again and again until exhaustion threatened to claim them both.

Caroline's constitution was strong—stronger than most women—but even she was surprised by how much of Riley's relentless passion she could take.

Every movement, every whisper, every lingering touch carried with it a strange mix of tenderness and domination that left her trembling yet yearning for more.

When morning finally came, Caroline lay there in his arms, her chest rising and falling against him as she tried to steady her breath.

Riley looked down at her, his eyes half-lidded but burning with that same deep hunger that never seemed to fade.

She tried to look away, embarrassed by the raw intensity in his gaze, but Riley only chuckled softly and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"You should come with me and meet my wives," he said at last, his voice low and unhurried.

Caroline's eyes widened slightly. The thought of meeting them—his other wives—brought a strange swirl of curiosity and unease.

Yet, she could hear in his tone that he meant no malice.

To him, it wasn't a threat or a command; it was an invitation.

Yet, Caroline still felt that it was too fast and that she needed more time.

As the days went by, Riley continued to visit her—every single day without fail.

Each visit followed the same pattern: he would arrive, they would fall into each other's arms, and then afterward, as she rested her head on his chest, they would talk about what was to come.

It was during one of these mornings that Riley offered her a strange, shimmering drink, the same one he had once given to his parents.

The taste was unlike anything she had ever known—sweet at first, then warm, spreading through her veins like a living flame and then utter bad taste.

Within minutes, Caroline could feel her strength returning tenfold.

Her skin seemed softer, her senses sharper. Her entire body felt renewed, vibrant, alive.

"This will make you stronger," Riley said, watching her closely.

Caroline was speechless.

She could feel the power coursing through her blood, and though she didn't fully understand it, she knew that what he had given her was no ordinary medicine.

But Riley knew the truth. The elixir was only a temporary gift, a fragment of what he could truly offer.

Once he could openly use his real cultivation power in this world, he would strengthen her further, make her body a perfect vessel capable of standing beside him for eternity.

Sometimes, late at night, when Caroline dozed off beside him, Riley would lie awake, gazing at her face.

A faint smile played at the corner of his lips.

And so, the days turned to a week, and their bond deepened.

What began as lust grew into something far more complicated—something that neither of them could easily define, but both could feel with every heartbeat they shared.

Riley invited her again.

"I don't know… I don't know what they'll say. I'm terrified of what they'll think of me. I'm just a lowly servant after all," Caroline confessed, her hands nervously fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.

Her voice quivered, her heart pounding so loudly she swore Riley could hear it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Riley smiled softly, his eyes filled with reassurance.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle but grounding.

"You don't have to worry about that," he said, his tone calm and steady. "My women are kind. They're understanding—and they're strong, just like you. You'll see. They'll love you, Caroline."

Caroline looked into his eyes, searching for even the slightest trace of doubt, but found none.

His confidence, as always, was unshakable.

She wanted to believe him, to trust that things would go smoothly—but a small part of her still feared what awaited her.

After all, meeting the other women in Riley's life wasn't something she had ever imagined herself doing.

Caroline finally agreed and the day came for everyone to meet.

The place was beautiful—spacious yet warm, filled with life and a subtle sense of harmony that only came from people who had learned to coexist through time and trust.

Caroline stood at the doorway for a moment, gathering her courage as Riley gently guided her inside.

Four women waited for her in the living room—Aurora, Edith, Juliet, and Selena.

Each of them carried an air of quiet strength and beauty, and Caroline couldn't help but feel small under their gaze.

For a brief, breathless moment, the room fell silent.

No one spoke. The air was thick with unspoken tension and curiosity.

Caroline bowed her head slightly, unsure what to say.

"It's… nice to meet you all," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then, Aurora—tall, graceful, and with eyes like polished amber—was the first to step forward.

A smile curved her lips as she looked Caroline over, and she broke the silence with a warm chuckle. "Well," she said playfully, "looks like we've got another sister joining the fold."

The tension in the room began to melt.

Juliet, with her usual bright and teasing tone, leaned forward from the couch.

"We're happy to have you here, Caroline. Really. We'll need all the help we can get when it comes to handling Riley."

Edith rolled her eyes, smirking.

"Help is an understatement. He's a nightmare when he's in one of his moods. And don't even get me started on how insatiable he is."

Selena laughed softly, covering her mouth with her hand. "You'll get used to it, trust me. None of us survived without learning a few tricks."

Caroline blinked in surprise, and then—to her own astonishment—she laughed.

It was a small laugh at first, shy and uncertain, but it grew genuine as the others joined in.

The awkwardness that had hung between them began to dissolve, replaced by warmth and easy camaraderie.

For the first time in a long while, Caroline felt… accepted.

Riley, standing behind her, watched quietly with a faint, knowing smile.

He didn't interrupt—he didn't need to.

This was their moment, and seeing his women connect, seeing the walls between them crumble, was enough for him.

Later that evening, as they shared dinner together, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Aurora asked Caroline about her interests, Juliet shared funny stories about Riley's antics, and Selena kept refilling everyone's glasses with wine.

By the time the night drew to a close, Caroline no longer felt like an outsider.

When everyone had retired for the night, Caroline found herself alone with Riley once more.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft but filled with emotion.

"You were right," she whispered. "They really are wonderful."

Riley smiled and drew her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I told you," he murmured. "You belong here, Caroline. You always did."

And of course, their first night together was, indeed, unforgettable.

The air in the opulent room hung thick and warm, heavy with the scent of perfume, musk, and undeniable exhaustion.

Outside, the night had been long since consumed by the growing light of morning, but inside, the remnants of the profound darkness lingered.

Riley was a singular man, yet he had proven to be a force of nature.

He had embraced five women that night, a remarkable testament to his enduring power.

He had moved through the hours with the tireless energy of a tide, pushing the boundaries of pleasure for each woman until they reached a state of beautiful, complete surrender.

For most of the night, the room had been a symphony of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

These lewd sounds of ecstasy had reigned supreme, a fierce, joyous chorus that seemed to vibrate the very walls of the chamber.

This powerful concert of love and lust did not cease until the pale gray light of dawn finally touched the windowpanes.

When the sounds did finally fade, a profound silence settled over the space.

It was not an empty silence, but a deep, satisfying quiet—the silence that follows a great storm, leaving behind only peace.

All five women were now utterly spent.

Their limbs felt like liquid, their bodies heavy and anchored to the silk sheets.

They had reached a point of exquisite exhaustion where they simply could not move, let alone summon any more energy.

Yet, there was no regret or weariness in their stillness.

Every woman was utterly and deeply content with the beautiful, overwhelming experience Riley had offered them.

They lay tangled in the soft linen, their forms draped across the vast bed like living statues of repose.

Despite their fatigue, each one of them wore a big, happy, contented smile on her face—a true reflection of the deep satisfaction that had claimed them.

Their beautiful faces, flushed with the heat of the night, were turned toward the ceiling or nestled into pillows, illuminated by the gentle rise of the morning sun.

The sight was one of absolute triumph and serenity, the quiet evidence of a night that would forever be etched in memory.