The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the guest chamber within the Zhu Family manor, casting a warm, golden glow across the tangled silk sheets. After resting for the night—a rest that had consisted of deep, rejuvenating meditation following their high-stakes diplomacy—Zhang Tian opened his icy blue eyes. Flanking him on either side were his two beautiful wives. Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun were already awake, their dark feline eyes sparkling with a mischievous, excited light.
"Good morning, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing murmured, leaning over to press a soft, lingering kiss against his lips. She was already dressed for the day, wearing a sleek, dark purple dress that hugged her large breasts and wide hips perfectly, yet allowed for comfortable movement.
"Did you sleep well, Hubby?" Zhu Zhuyun added from his other side, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a matching outfit in a deep midnight blue, her own voluptuous curves proudly displayed.
"With the two most beautiful women in the Star Luo Empire by my side, how could I not?" Zhang Tian smiled, sitting up and stretching his muscular frame. "What do my lovely kittens have planned for today? I assume we are not spending the entire day confined to this room."
"Of course not," Zhu Zhuqing smiled, her eyes crinkling with affection. "Today, we are taking you on a proper date. We want to show you the Star Luo City. Not the stuffy aristocratic districts, but the real city. The places where we used to sneak off to when we were children, far away from the suffocating rules of this manor."
"I would be honored," Zhang Tian replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
An hour later, the trio slipped out of the Zhu Family manor. To avoid the prying eyes of the Imperial guards and the murmuring crowds, Zhang Tian cast a flawless, undetectable illusion over them. To the outside world, they simply appeared as a wealthy, unremarkable merchant and his two lovely wives.
The capital of the Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City, was a sprawling metropolis. The architecture was dominated by heavy dark granite, sharp spires, and wide militaristic avenues designed for marching armies. It possessed a certain rugged, modern charm, with newly installed spirit-powered streetlamps and the occasional bulky mechanical transport vehicle rumbling past. However, compared to the sleek spirit-glass skyscrapers and the bustling mag-lev train networks of Heaven Dou City, the Star Luo capital felt distinctly antiquated. Zhang Tian's continental-scale industrialization of Spirit Tools over the past four years had clearly begun to bleed across the borders, but the southern empire was still playing catch-up.
"It feels less entertaining than I remember," Zhu Zhuyun murmured, linking her arm through his right arm as they strolled down a bustling commercial street. "Or perhaps, after seeing the miracles you have built in your territory, Husband, everything else just pales in comparison."
"Our city is the future, Zhuyun," Zhang Tian smiled, patting her hand. "But there is still charm to the ancient parts of this city. Where to first?"
"Over there!" Zhu Zhuqing pointed excitedly with her free hand, pulling him toward a narrow, fragrant alleyway lined with colorful awnings. "That corner used to have a small food stall. When we were little girls, before the family forced us to start fighting each other for survival, our favorite maid would sometimes smuggle us out here. There was an old woman named Granny Wu who sold the best roasted spirit-boar skewers and candied haws."
As they approached the corner, Zhu Zhuqing's smile faltered slightly. The rickety wooden cart and the familiar wrinkled face of Granny Wu were nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a brightly painted, permanent brick-and-mortar storefront featuring large glass windows and a bustling counter.
"It seems time changes all things," Zhu Zhuyun sighed softly, squeezing Zhang Tian's arm. "Granny Wu must be gone."
However, the savory, mouth-watering aroma drifting from the shop was undeniable. Zhang Tian led the two sisters inside. The interior was a marvel of grassroots innovation. Instead of open charcoal fires, the kitchen area was lined with sleek, metallic spirit-heating plates and rapid-warming arrays—commercial versions of the daily-life Spirit Tools Zhang Tian's factories mass-produced.
A young man in his late twenties, wearing a clean white apron, wiped his brow and smiled warmly at them over the counter. "Welcome! What can I get for you three?"
"Excuse me," Zhu Zhuqing asked politely, maintaining her merchant-wife disguise. "Did an old woman named Granny Wu used to run a stall on this exact corner?"
The young man's smile softened into a fond, nostalgic expression. "Ah, you remember my mother. Yes, my mother ran her cart here for twenty years. She passed away peacefully two winters ago. I am her second son, Wu Jian. I took over the stall and continued to make food with our family recipes."
"I am sorry for your loss, Wu Jian," Zhu Zhuqing offered genuinely. "Her food was a cherished part of my childhood."
Wu Jian beamed with pride. "Thank you, my lady. My mother loved feeding the neighborhood. When she passed away, I wanted to honor her memory, but I also wanted to grow the business greatly. I used all our savings to buy some new spirit tools imported from the merchants of Heaven Dou Empire. And thanks to these new Spirit Tools, I managed to turn her stall into a real shop."
He gestured enthusiastically to the glowing heating arrays behind him. "These tools are a blessing! I don't need to chop wood or tend to smoky fires for hours. I can perfectly regulate the heat to roast the spirit-boar meat in half the time, and the warming displays keep the candied haws crisp without melting the sugar. We serve hundreds of people a day now. The food comes out in minutes!"
Zhang Tian watched the seamless, rapid assembly line Wu Jian had created. Customers walked up, placed their orders, and received hot, perfectly portioned meals wrapped in paper within a few minutes.
A wave of profound nostalgia washed over Zhang Tian. The organized efficiency, the rapid service, the uniform quality—it was the exact concept of fast food from his previous life. He saw spiced meat buns resembling burgers, and fried golden potato wedges serving as fries. It was a surreal, delightful echo of a world he had left behind, reborn here through his own technological revolution.
A genuine, delighted smile touched his lips.
"It is a brilliant setup, Wu Jian," Zhang Tian praised the young man, tossing a heavy gold coin onto the counter. "Give us your best ones for the three of us."
"Right away, sir!" Wu Jian swiftly packed a large tray filled with sizzling spirit-boar skewers, steaming spiced buns, and bright red candied haws.
The trio took their food to a small table near the window. Zhu Zhuqing took a hesitant bite of a skewer, her dark eyes lighting up. "It tastes as good as what I remembered from my childhood. The spices are perfect."
"Well, it seems that my spirit tools have even revolutionized the food stalls here," Zhang Tian whispered smoothly, taking a bite of a spiced bun.
They spent the next few hours simply enjoying the lively, vibrant atmosphere of the city. It was a genuine, heartwarming date. Zhang Tian bought them whatever they pointed at, relishing the rare opportunity to see the usually lethal feline sisters acting like carefree women.
They visited high-end clothing stores where the sisters giggled and held up various luxurious fabrics against themselves.
They browsed through sprawling weapon stores catering to low-level Spirit Masters, examining the local craftsmanship.
"The forging techniques here are heavy, relying entirely on brute force," Zhang Tian observed, running a thumb over the edge of a broadsword. "They lack the intricate spirit-conduction arrays we use. Still, the raw materials are of decent quality."
"Speaking of raw materials, Hubby," Zhu Zhuyun chimed in, her eyes catching a massive, gilded building at the end of the plaza. "I remember there is the Star Luo Central Auction House where things are auctioned daily. Would you like to see what treasures the Star Luo City has to offer?"
"Lead the way," Zhang Tian agreed smoothly.
The Star Luo Central Auction House was an opulent, guarded dome. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the chatter of nobles. Thanks to Zhang Tian's illusion, they seamlessly blended into the VIP seating area without drawing a single second glance.
The auction proceeded with a myriad of fascinating, yet ultimately mundane items. There were local trinkets, beautifully crafted hairpin accessories embedded with low-level spirit stones, and a few crates of rare, conductive metals that Zhang Tian found moderately interesting for his future research.
"Let's get those rare metals," Zhang Tian whispered to Zhu Zhuyun.
Zhu Zhuyun smiled and raised her bidding paddle. Whenever she won a bid, she didn't use Zhang Tian's funds. Instead, she casually utilized her unrevoked identity card as the eldest heiress of the Zhu Family. She signed the heavy ledgers under the Zhu Family's name, claiming to the auction staff that she was a proxy buying these items under the direct orders of Duchess Zhu Wanyue.
"Are you sure your father won't mind the sudden expenses?" Zhang Tian chuckled softly as Zhu Zhuyun dropped another two hundred thousand gold coins on a set of rare spirit-herbs.
"Let him choke on the bill," Zhu Zhuqing whispered from his other side, her feline eyes gleaming with vindictive pleasure. "The Zhu Family is a Dukedom. An expenditure of a few million gold coins is a drop in the ocean for their vaults. Besides, it is the least they owe us for our childhoods."
Zhang Tian actually planned to anonymously leave behind a chest of gold coins in the Zhu Family manor before they departed, not wanting to technically steal from his in-laws, but displaying such vast, untraceable wealth here in the open auction house without any apparent background was not a good idea.
He didn't want to break his illusion or reveal their true identities just to pay a bill, as he simply wanted to travel around this city with his wives and have a good date.
Suddenly, the auctioneer, a slick man with a booming voice, unveiled the premier item of the afternoon. Two heavily armored guards wheeled out a sealed crystal containment unit. Inside rested a massive, gelatinous, amber-colored block that radiated a potent, musky, and distinctly fishy aroma that somehow penetrated the crystal.
"My esteemed lords and ladies!" the auctioneer shouted. "We present a true treasure of the deep! Harvested from the treacherous western coasts by the imperial fleets! This is a perfectly preserved block of thirty-thousand-year-old Whale Glue!"
There was not much reaction from the majority of people in the auction hall. Whale Glue was a somewhat important substance in the Douluo Continent for its aphrodisiac purposes and was mostly by the nobles for intimate purposes.
The true purpose of Whale Glue had not been discovered in this era.
"Thirty thousand years?" Zhu Zhuqing whispered, her dark eyes widening. "That is a rare find. The physical enhancement properties alone are worth a fortune."
"Bid on it, Zhuyun," Zhang Tian ordered, his icy blue eyes locking onto the amber block. He naturally didn't care about the aphrodisiac properties or even physical enhancement for it. But it could be useful for strengthening the body and meridians of some low or mid-level subordinates back in Crimson Zenith City.
"Five hundred thousand gold coins!" a fat noble shouted from the front row.
"One million!" Zhu Zhuyun countered, her voice calm and authoritative, utilizing the Zhu Family's bottomless coffers.
The bidding war was fierce, but ultimately, no ordinary noble dared to endlessly outbid the proxy of the Zhu Dukedom. Zhu Zhuyun secured the massive block of Whale Glue for a staggering three and a half million gold coins. They had it sealed in a specialized spatial storage ring, satisfied with their haul.
While the trio was enjoying their romantic date in the city, the atmosphere back at the Zhu Family manor was thick with suffocating paranoia.
Duke Zhu Zhenhong was currently pacing frantically back and forth across the thick carpets of his private study. His handsome, greying face was pale, covered in a cold sweat. He had spent the entire morning agonizing over the intelligence he possessed. The enemy of the empire, Zhang Tian, was sleeping under his roof!
"I have to tell the Emperor," Duke Zhu Zhenhong muttered to himself, his hands trembling as he stared at the door. "I have to visit the Imperial Palace immediately. If I inform Emperor Dai Tianxiong that Zhang Tian and my treacherous daughters are staying here, the Imperial Guards and the Enshrinement Elders could surround the manor. We could trap him!"
He took a determined step toward the door.
THUMP.
Instantly, a sharp, agonizingly cold spasm clamped down upon his beating heart. The Duke gasped, dropping to his knees and clutching his chest. He could physically feel the microscopic, emerald Blood Silver Vine coiled tightly around his heart muscle. It pulsed with a terrifying, rhythmic pressure.
More horrifyingly, the Duke could actually sense a faint mental force and a distinct, watchful consciousness lingering around that specific Blood Silver Vine. It meant the vine was alive. The moment he genuinely tried any treacherous tricks, he knew with chilling certainty that the vine would crush his heart, and he would die before he hit the floor.
For a man who had schemed and sacrificed his own children to reach his exalted position of power, how could he possibly be willing to die just like that? His ambition warred with his cowardice.
The pain slowly receded as he backed away from the door, panting heavily.
"It immediately acted as soon as I wanted to try to reveal their identities. But it didn't act at any other time. It seems that as long as I do not expose the three of them to the Imperial Family, there should be no immediate danger to my life," Duke Zhu Zhenhong realized, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
Swallowing his pride, the cowardly Duke made his choice. He smoothed down his aristocratic robes and forced a rigid mask of normalcy onto his face. He would simply attend his mundane political meetings, go about his daily life, and focus on his cultivation, praying to the heavens that the red-haired monster would leave his home peacefully in a few days.
As the afternoon sun began to dip, Zhang Tian, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun returned to the opulent Zhu Family manor, their spatial rings filled with souvenirs and rare materials.
Upon their return, they were immediately greeted by Duchess Zhu Wanyue.
The mature, incredibly voluptuous woman was waiting for them in one of the private sunlit lounges overlooking the inner gardens. She wore a stunning, form-fitting dress of deep crimson silk that perfectly accentuated her large breasts and curvy hips. Her beautiful face lit up with genuine maternal warmth as she saw her daughters.
"Zhuqing, Zhuyun," Duchess Zhu Wanyue smiled softly, standing up to meet them. "Did you enjoy your time in the city?"
"We did, Mother," Zhu Zhuqing replied, her normally cold tone softening significantly.
"I am so glad," the Duchess murmured, taking their hands. She looked up at Zhang Tian, offering a polite bow. "Lord Marquis, if you would permit it, I would very much like to interact more with my daughters this afternoon. It has been so long, and I wish to hear all about their lives in the north."
"Of course, Duchess," Zhang Tian smiled gently. "Zhuqing and Zhuyun also wish to spend quality time with you. Please, enjoy yourselves."
Zhang Tian deliberately left his two wives with their mother. He had his own secretive agenda to attend to. He excused himself and walked out of the manor, heading toward the dense, sprawling woods that bordered the outer edges of the Dukedom's vast territory.
He found a quiet, undisturbed clearing. He sat down cross-legged in the center, closing his icy blue eyes.
He utilized the mental attribute of his Blood Silver God spirit to cast his consciousness outward. However, feeling somewhat fatigued from the recent days of intense travel and illusions, he deliberately refrained from pushing his mind to the strenuous Quasi-God limit. Instead, he relied on a standard, highly efficient spiritual connection, tapping into the vast, localized network of Blood Silver Grass scattered throughout Star Luo City, currently living under the guise of ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
"Report to me," Zhang Tian commanded his subjects telepathically.
The grass rapidly fed him the intelligence. Apparently, he secretly found that there had been a sudden surge in the number of Titled Douluos residing within the Imperial Family's inner circle, especially among their Enshrinement Elders. These elders possessed quite a number of different, top-tier Tool Spirits, or devastating Beast Type Spirits.
Their rapid breakthroughs to the Titled Douluo realm had been due to being rewarded with high-tier Spirit Bones. These bones ranged from 60,000-year-old to 70,000-year-old, and even numerous 50,000-year-old artifacts.
The network revealed that most of these priceless Spirit Bones were acquired by aggressively hunting the Sea Spirit Beasts in large quantities off the western and southern coasts. This was achieved through the combined military efforts of the Imperial Family's Emperor and Empress, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky Sect, the Strength Clan, Defense Clan, the Star Crown Sect, Holy Dragon Sect, and many others.
Considering that the Imperial Family itself was able to raise the number of their loyal Titled Douluos from zero to more than six, it showed exactly how great their oceanic hunt had been. Given the low chance of a spirit bone appearing after a beast's death during a standard hunt, they must have slaughtered thousands, if not tens of thousands, of Sea Spirit Beasts. This massive disturbance must have shaken the sea to some extent, even if they hadn't managed to hunt any Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Beasts yet, as there was no information about such an event from his grass.
Zhang Tian wondered how the Sea God Island, operating under the Sea God, was feeling about this invasion. Considering how even the Sea Spirit Beasts are sources of faith for the Sea God, this bloody situation couldn't be considered good for the Sea God Island's interests. But mysteriously, the damage must not be considered significant, since the High Priestess hasn't openly taken any military action or warned the Star Luo Empire.
In fact, it made Zhang Tian wonder if this meant that the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the other major sects had also had their own number of Titled Douluos increased significantly. After all, the Imperial Family itself couldn't have taken all the Spirit Bones from the hunt.
Well, beyond the growing mortal armies, Zhang Tian was also wondering about what gains Tang San will gain in the bloody depths of the Slaughter City. Considering how Tang Chen had recently broken free from the mind-controlling parasite of the Blood Red Nine Headed Bat King, and is reliably said to even return to the Star Luo Empire soon to actively help them in fighting against the Spirit Hall... the Asura God might directly help Tang San even more, unlike how it was in the original story where the deity only truly intervened at the end.
Well, other than being a bit apprehensive about the shifting timelines, Zhang Tian was not overly worried. He had his own trump cards.
Before severing the connection, Zhang Tian decided to reward his loyal subjects. He used his god-tier Blood Silver God spirit to bless his Blood Silver Grass network. He funneled a rushing river of Life Force directly into the root systems, a blessing that could greatly help them in accelerating their natural growth. While doing so, he seamlessly imbued specific clusters with distinct attributes to help their evolutionary lines get stronger. Some were blessed with the flame attribute, some with the ice attribute, some with the earth attribute, and many others.
In a way, he wanted to deliberately uplift and strengthen the entire Blood Silver Grass race. He wanted to ensure it was no longer considered a useless trash spirit or a bottom-tier spirit beast.
These Blood Silver Grass blades were delighted to receive the direct, empowering blessings of their Emperor, or rather, the supreme being they now considered their God.
Soon, the sky began to darken, and it was night time. Zhang Tian severed the mental connection and returned to the Zhu Family mansion. He was somewhat physically and mentally tired. He had used quite a bit of his core Life Force to bless the flora, and taxed his Spirit Power heavily.
After returning to the guest suite, he met up with Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, who were eagerly waiting for him. They had changed into comfortable, yet revealing silk lounging robes.
"Welcome back, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing smiled, pouring him a cup of warm tea. "Our mother has already retired and went to rest early in her chambers tonight."
Zhang Tian didn't care much about Duchess Zhu Wanyue's sleeping schedule. He was currently starving after the energy expenditure.
They sat down at the ornate dining table. Zhu Zhuqing beamed with pride, her dark eyes shining as she served him a large, steaming bowl of rich stew.
"I made this dish personally for you, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing told him, her voice sultry. "You have been working so hard for us. You better reward me handsomely for my culinary efforts later tonight."
And even Zhu Zhuyun perked up, leaning over the table to ensure her cleavage was flawlessly displayed. "I also helped a lot in the kitchens, Hubby! I chopped the herbs and managed the fire, so I definitely want to be rewarded as well."
Zhang Tian was a little startled. He honestly didn't think these two aristocratic feline assassins actually liked to cook. But since they took the time to cook specially for him, he was happy.
"Naturally, you both will be rewarded," Zhang Tian smiled, digging into the stew.
The two women sat on either side of him, watching him eat with absolute relish. They made sure to consistently lean forward, showing off their deep cleavage to him, their eyes gleaming with a hidden excitement.
The food was quite delicious, possessing a rich, hearty flavor. But as he ate, he did distinctly feel that the taste was a bit off. There was a very faint, almost imperceptible, slightly fishy smell hidden beneath the heavy spices.
After a quarter of an hour, he finally finished eating all the food they had prepared for him. He wiped his mouth, feeling a sudden, intense wave of heavy exhaustion wash over his mind.
"That was wonderful, my kittens," Zhang Tian told them, standing up. "But I will be returning to the inner room to get some deep rest now. It was a long day, and I have somewhat exhausted my Mental Force by analyzing the entire Star Luo City in detail today."
The two women exchanged a brief, secretive glance.
"Rest well, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing purred, offering a sweet smile. "We will come join you in bed very soon, right after we finish practicing our daily Self-Created Spirit Skills in the adjoining lounge."
Zhang Tian nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't find that excuse strange, as he knew both of them do train quite a bit. He walked into the darkened bedroom, shedding his clothes and collapsing onto the plush mattress, his eyes fluttering shut.
Soon after he was gone into the bedroom, Zhu Zhuqing's sweet smile vanished, replaced by an expression of cold determination. She stared at her elder sister across the dining table.
"After an hour," Zhu Zhuqing said, her voice dropping to a serious whisper. "It would be time for what I told you to do."
Zhu Zhuyun bit her lower lip, a deeply complicated, conflicted look crossing her beautiful face. She looked toward the closed bedroom door, and then back to her sister.
"Zhuqing... are we really sure we should be doing this?" Zhu Zhuyun asked softly. "It is our mother."
Zhu Zhuqing remained perfectly calm, her feline eyes hard and unyielding.
"You better do exactly as I have told you, Sister," Zhu Zhuqing told her elder sister, her voice cold and analytical. "This family had long since made it a brutal norm to treat their daughters as nothing more than things to be traded away to the Imperial Family. I want to get some revenge against this Zhu Family by shattering their hypocritical morality. And more importantly... I want to help our husband satiate his lust and let him enjoy himself thoroughly."
Zhu Zhuqing stared intensely at her sister, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Besides, this can actually be considered one of the ways for the survival of the Zhu Family. Even if our father and the elders join the Star Luo Empire's side and remain our husband's enemy... if our husband claims our mother, he will definitely spare her and even this sinful family without even us having to beg him for it. This can be considered one way for our dear father to pay the price for his alliance against even against the faction joined by his daughters."
Zhu Zhuyun listened to the cold logic. It was a twisted form of salvation. She finally nodded, steeling her resolve.
She stood up and moved silently out of the guest suite. She was heading swiftly through the quiet corridors toward the private, luxurious chamber where she, along with Zhu Zhuqing and her mother, had been secretly drinking highly potent, sweet spirit-wine earlier that evening before Zhang Tian had returned.
Currently, their mother, Duchess Zhu Wanyue, was heavily drunk. The potent wine had lowered all her aristocratic inhibitions. Furthermore, her body was currently running incredibly hot, a deep, burning flush coloring her chest and neck, while a heavy ache pulsed uncontrollably between her thighs. She was feeling a bit hot in lust.
Zhu Zhuyun slipped into the room. "Mother," she said softly, wrapping an arm around the Duchess's waist to support her swaying, voluptuous form. "You are too intoxicated. Come, I will take you directly to your chambers."
"Oh, my sweet Zhuyun," Duchess Zhu Wanyue giggled, her words slurring slightly as she leaned her heavy breasts against her daughter. "My head is spinning so much..."
And so, her mother, locked in her entirely intoxicated state, put her arm over her eldest daughter's shoulder. However, Zhu Zhuyun did not lead her toward the master wing where Duke Zhu Zhenhong resided. Instead, she expertly, quietly carried her mother directly back towards the guest room where Zhang Tian was currently resting.
Zhu Zhuyun led her disoriented mother right near the slightly ajar door of the guest bedroom.
"Go inside, Mother," Zhu Zhuyun whispered, gently pushing the Duchess into the dark room. "Go and get some deep rest."
And then, without looking back, Zhu Zhuyun swiftly turned and left, pulling the heavy outer doors shut behind her.
In her entirely intoxicated, heavily drugged state, which made it seem as though she had not much reason left in her mind, Duchess Zhu Wanyue had no idea it was not her own master chamber, but rather the guest room assigned specifically to Zhang Tian. The room was dark, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight. She stumbled blindly into the guest room chamber, kicking off her slippers, and soon made her way towards the massive silhouette of the bed.
She reached the edge of the mattress and let her legs give out, falling heavily onto the incredibly soft silk sheets.
Naturally, Zhang Tian, who was supposedly resting deeply, had already completely woken up the exact moment he heard the door creak open and smelled the intoxicating perfume approaching. When she had reached near the bed and had fallen onto the mattress, her soft, burning hot arm accidentally brushing against his bare chest, his eyes snapped open in the darkness.
His mental perception instantly recognized the specific, mature aura of the Duchess. As he thought about it…He understood that this highly scandalous situation must have been something that Zhu Zhuqing had planned.
'She really is generous,' Zhang Tian thought, a massive smirk spreading across his face in the dark. 'Even gifting me her own beautiful mother to satiate my lust.'
Simultaneously, Zhang Tian finally realized exactly why he was suddenly feeling so unusually lustful despite his exhaustion, and why his blood was roaring.
'That fishy smell in the stew...' Zhang Tian deduced. 'It must have been the Whale Glue! They actually melted down the thirty-thousand-year-old Whale Glue we bought at the auction and mixed it heavily into the food I had eaten!'
The potent aphrodisiac was currently raging through his veins, demanding release. Well, he wasn't going to reject such a good, perfectly orchestrated gift. Since his dear Zhu Zhuqing and even Zhu Zhuyun didn't mind letting him thoroughly enjoy their beautiful mother, he had even less moral issues with it.
He shifted his body, looking down at the woman lying beside him in the moonlight.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue looked devastatingly breathtaking. She was a true masterpiece of mature womanhood. She possessed a perfectly ripe, voluptuous milf body that instantly made Zhang Tian want her more and more with every passing second. Her massive, heavy breasts spilled magnificently out of the deep neckline of her crimson dress, heaving rapidly. Her waist was elegantly slender, flaring out into wide, plush, and curvy hips. Her beautiful appearance bore a striking, sexy resemblance to both Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, but it was enriched with a mature elegance that made him full of raw lust even more.
Her peach-like, sexy body, combined perfectly with the undeniable fact that he was already feeling quite lustful from the Whale Glue, and also enhanced by the Duchess's currently intoxicated, flushed appearance, made Zhang Tian take action at this moment.
Zhang Tian rolled over, his massive frame pinning her softly to the mattress. He leaned down and captured her plush, parted lips in a deeply passionate, bruising kiss.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue let out a muffled moan. In her highly intoxicated state, she had absolutely no idea about the true identity of the strong man currently pinning her down. She simply considered him her husband showering her with passion. She eagerly responded back with her own fervent, hungry kiss, her arms wrapping tightly around his broad neck.
After the long kiss ended, she broke away, panting heavily, her pink cheeks flushed with pure desire.
"Please... Husband," Duchess Zhu Wanyue begged, her voice a sultry, desperate whisper. "Take me. I want you inside me."
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes burned with unholy fire. He needed no further encouragement.
"As you wish, my dear," Zhang Tian growled in a low register. He pushed her firmly beneath him, his powerful hands staring at her incredibly sexy body as he ruthlessly started tearing apart the expensive crimson clothing, ready to claim the ultimate prize of the Zhu Dukedom.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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