Xu Yi lay sprawled across the mahogany desk, her chest heaving in frantic, uneven bursts that made her generous curves ripple in the amber twilight. The authority she wore like armor had been stripped away, leaving behind a raw, shimmering vulnerability. As she looked at Shen Yu, drenched in her essence, his white hair damp and clinging to his forehead, yet looking utterly triumphant, a wave of exquisite, burning shame washed over her.

"My Lord... I... I’m so sorry," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to pull her trembling knees together, feeling the slickness of the desk beneath her. "The mess... I’ve ruined your robes. I’ve behaved so... ungracefully."

Shen Yu didn’t move to clean himself. Instead, he let the warm fluids trickle down his neck, his golden eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity that made the very air in the office vibrate with his Heaven Seducing aura. He reached out, his long fingers tracing the soft, marshmallow-curve of her stomach, lingering on the gentle swell.

"Ruined?" he echoed, his voice dropping into a dark, resonant purr that vibrated in her marrow. "You’ve provided the most honest report I’ve received all year, Xu Yi. There is no shame in a body that recognizes its master."

He leaned forward, pressing a lingering, surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture caught her off guard; it wasn’t the act of a cruel tyrant, but a master acknowledging his most precious subject.

Xu Yi lay there for a heartbeat, her breath hitching. The contrast between his previous demeanor and this sudden gentleness dismantled the last of her defenses. A new, deeper hunger began to flicker in her brown eyes, not just a desire to receive, but a primal urge to serve.

"My Lord," she whispered, her voice thick with devotion. "I want to please you as you have pleased me. I want to be useful... in every way. Please, tell me how I can serve you."

Shen Yu’s golden eyes shimmered with an amused, dark light. He stood back from the desk, his movements possessing the fluid, terrifying grace of a king. "Get up from the desk, Xu Yi." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

She scrambled to obey, her legs feeling like overcooked noodles as she stood before him, her skin cooling in the office air. Shen Yu reached for the silk sash of his dark emerald robes. With a single tug, the fabric fell away, pooling around his ankles like a discarded shadow.

Xu Yi felt the air leave her lungs.

She had expected the body of a high-level cultivator, but this was a masterpiece of divine architecture. Shen Yu’s physique was carved to a terrifying perfection. He wasn’t bulky; his muscles were long, lean, and corded like steel cables beneath skin that glowed with a faint, translucent marble luster. His chest was broad, leading down to a chiseled six-pack and deep, serrated oblique muscles that dipped into a dangerous V-taper. Every line was a map of ancient power, a testament to a bloodline that would rule the heavens.

But as her gaze traveled lower, her shy mind practically detonated.

Standing proudly against his lower stomach was a monstrosity, a cock so long and thick it seemed a physical impossibility, with heavy, pulsing veins protruding like vines along the shaft. The sheer scale of it was intimidating; she found herself wondering if all men were built like this, or if her Lord was simply a god among mortals.

Shen Yu sat back in his high-backed ironwood chair, the shadows of the room playing across his defined abdominal muscles. He motioned toward the rug between his legs. "On your knees, Xu Yi."

She sank down instantly, her knees sinking into the plush fabric as she stared at the throbbing length just inches from her face. She was frozen. The "Assistant of Clan Leader" was a lost child in the face of this raw, masculine power. The cock gave a sudden, heavy twitch, the head bobbing toward her, snapping her back to reality.

Tentatively, she reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the base, but her hand couldn’t even fully close around the girth. She slid her palm up the length, feeling the searing heat and the heavy thrum of the pulse beneath the velvet skin. She stopped halfway, looking up at him with a helpless, wide-eyed confusion.

Shen Yu looked down, his brows lofting in genuine disbelief. "Xu Yi... have you never done this before?"

A blush exploded across her face so violently it looked like she had been burned. She ducked her head, her voice a tiny, shamed squeak. "I... I am so sorry, My Lord. Because of the clan’s business and my focus on work... I never prioritized such things. If I had known my Lord would take an interest in me, I would have... I would have practiced."

Shen Yu’s predatory smile widened until it was truly wolfish. He felt his cock throb and grow even more rigid, the skin stretching to its limit. A woman in her thirties, this lush, this experienced in business... and she’s a virgin? The thought of being the one to write the first marks on this pristine scroll made his blood roar. His breathing turned rougher, the atmosphere in the room becoming suffocatingly heavy with his presence.

He reached out, his hand sliding into her silken, dark brown hair to gently tilt her face back up. He caressed her flushed cheek with his thumb, his gaze softening with a wicked, possessive heat that seemed to pin her to the floor.

"Don’t worry," he purred, his voice a low vibration that made her heart flutter like a trapped bird. "I am a master of many arts, including this one. Stay right there. I will teach you everything you need to know."

"Now, the first and simplest lesson," Shen Yu instructed, his voice thick with authority. "While you hold me, tighten your grip just enough to feel the pulse. Then, stroke from the base to the tip."

Xu Yi obeyed instantly. She applied a firm, steady pressure, her palms gliding over the searing, velvet heat of his shaft. She quickly realized that a single hand couldn’t encompass the sheer girth of him, so she brought her second hand to join the first, stacking them.

As she began the rhythmic motion, she didn’t look down. Her hazel eyes remained locked on Shen Yu’s, searching his face with a mix of reverence and desperate servitude. She saw his pupils dilate, the molten gold of his irises burning brighter with every upward sweep.

Even in the throes of a new, carnal discovery, Xu Yi’s mind functioned with the surgical precision of a high-level manager. She began to experiment with the rhythm, slowing down to a torturous crawl to feel the tension build, then accelerating into a frantic blur when she heard the hitch in his breath. She analyzed every twitch of his thighs, every low, guttural grunt that escaped his throat, mapping his pleasure as if it were a high-stakes logistics report. She was determined to provide her Lord with nothing less than perfection.

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