With a single, devastating surge, Shen Yu claimed her.

Mhmmm-ghhh!

The sharp, choked moan was swallowed whole as he crushed his lips against hers, kissing her through the initial sting of the invasion. A few stray droplets of crimson—the sacred proof of her untouched purity, trickled down her inner thighs, staining the dark mahogany desk like spilled wine. The manager had surrendered her final bastion; she had given her Lord everything.

Instantly, Shen Yu initiated the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture.

Hummm...

A low-frequency vibration rattled the floorboards as a golden-black radiance flickered at the point of their union. He felt her cooling, unrefined Yin essence rush into his scorched meridians, tempering the boiling madness of his blood. In exchange, he pumped a pressurized stream of his potent, solar Yang energy into her core. For Xu Yi, the sensation was transcendent; it felt as if her veins were being flooded with molten gold, shattering the bottlenecks of her Foundation Building realm in real-time.

He began to move. At first, it was a slow, agonizingly deep grind, his body mapping every lush, yielding curve of her terrain. He bit her earlobes, his breath a scorching gale as he whispered possessive praises that made her toes curl against the wood. Moving down, his mouth sealed around her heavy, aching breasts, sucking the pink areolas until they were dark and swollen. His tongue swirled in a frantic, rhythmic dance of friction, teasing the sensitive tips until she was sobbing his name.

Shlick... shlick... squelch...

Once her body had fully bloomed and adjusted to his staggering fullness, the pace shifted. The slow sway evolved into a steady, thunderous pound. Each thrust was a hammer-blow of ownership, the wet slap of his skin against her plush thighs echoing through the office like a drumbeat of war.

Shlick... slap... shlick...

The heavy desk creaked and groaned under their combined weight, scattered market reports fluttering to the floor like dying leaves. Xu Yi’s head tossed from side to side, her dark hair a wild, silken mess across the mahogany.

"Yes! My Lord! More! Break me!" she cried out, her voice a ragged edge of bliss.

The friction reached a blistering temperature. Shen Yu gripped her love handles with a bruising strength, using the soft flesh to anchor her as he drove into her with a final, relentless rhythm.

Slap-slap-slap—shlick!

"H-haaaah! Masterrrr!"

Xu Yi’s back arched into a bow, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent, desperate spasms. She wasn’t just reaching a peak; she was undergoing a baptism. As she climaxed, her surging Yin energy spiraled upward, merging with his Yang in a perfect, blinding vortex. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Shen Yu let out a guttural, predatory roar, his own release hitting her like a tidal wave, filling her to the very brim with his divine essence.

But that was not the end. Even as the deluge of his seed overflowed and trickled out of her, Shen Yu started moving again. The friction of his cock sliding through the slick, warm mixture of their juices created a heavy, squelching sound.

"My Lord, please... don’t move... I am still so sensitive," she pleaded, her voice a trembling whisper as her overstimulated nerves flared.

But Shen Yu didn’t stop. He ignored her plea, his golden eyes burning with an unquenchable fire. As he pounded back into her, the sensitivity she feared turned into an agonizingly sharp wave of pleasure. Xu Yi’s protests died in her throat, replaced by a high-pitched keen as she became lost in the rhythmic storm once more.

The steady, thunderous pounding against the mahogany desk reached a fever pitch. Shen Yu reached down, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her love handles, using them as anchors to control the absolute depth of his thrusts.

Shlick... slap... shlick...

"You are a quick study, Xu Yi," he growled, his voice vibrating against her neck. "But let’s see how you manage a change in perspective."

Without breaking the connection, he hauled her upright. Xu Yi let out a startled, wet gasp, gluck, as she was spun around in one fluid motion. He pressed her chest down against the cool wood of the desk, her generous breasts flattening against the scattered reports. He hiked her hips high, her marshmallow-soft rear tilted toward the ceiling, baring her completely to his predatory gaze.

Squelch...

He re-entered her from behind with a single, devastating lunge that buried him to the root.

"Ahhh! Oh—God!!!" She cried out, her fingers clawing at the edge of the desk, her nails screeching against the polished wood.

The angle was deeper, more clinical. Every thrust hit her cervix with the weight of a mountain, sending jolts of lightning through her reconstructed meridians. Shen Yu didn’t show mercy; he caught her hair in one hand, pulling her head back so she had to look at him over her shoulder as he claimed her.

Slap... slap... slap...

"Do you feel it, Xu Yi?" he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "The way your body hums when I touch your core? That is the Yin-Yang Scripture forging you into something greater."

"Yes... hnnng... please! Harder! Command me!"

He didn’t stop there. He moved her again, sitting back on the high-backed ironwood chair and pulling her onto his lap. Now, she was the one in control of the depth, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her soft stomach pressed against his chiseled six-pack. She moved with a frantic, desperate hunger, her hands buried in his snow-white hair as she bounced against him.

Gulp... shlick... squelch...

The friction reached a blistering temperature. The office echoed with the sounds of their union—the rhythmic shlick of moisture, the heavy slap of skin, and the jagged, animalistic moans of two souls merging.

"I’m... I’m breaking, My Lord! I’m going again!" Xu Yi screamed, her head tossing back, her throat bared.

"Then break for me," Shen Yu commanded.

He gripped her waist, his thumbs digging into her love handles one last time, and met her final descent with a violent, upward surge.

SPLURT—

A massive, pressurized deluge erupted within her. Xu Yi’s internal muscles clamped down in a series of agonizingly beautiful spasms—shlick, shlick—as her vision turned into a blur of white and gold. She collapsed against his chest, her heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, her entire body trembling from the systemic shock of the dual climax.

But the night was far from over. Shen Yu felt the surge of her refined Yin essence fueling his own recovery. He leaned down, licking a stray tear from her cheek, his golden eyes glowing with an unyielding, predatory light. This was only the beginning of her transformation.