Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 395: The Cuckold’s Intelligence

Within the lavish, heavily shielded master suite of the Flying Ship, the atmosphere was a stifling, intoxicating blend of burning amber incense and the unmistakable, heavy musk of prolonged, uninhibited debauchery. The massive vessel hovered silently among the clouds, a floating sanctuary of absolute depravity entirely detached from the grim, blood-soaked realities of the earth below.

Here, in the heart of this airborne palace, Alaric reclined upon a massive bed that could easily accommodate a dozen people. The mattress was buried beneath layers of imported cloud-silk sheets and the softest, rarest spirit-beast furs the Northern Prefecture had to offer. He was the undisputed master of his domain, a dark god resting upon his laurels, thoroughly enjoying the magnificent, trembling spoils of his untouchable status.

Straddling his muscular lap, moving her hips in a slow, agonizingly seductive grind, was Lin Ruoli.

To the rest of the Celestial Dragon Empire, she was the incredibly dignified, untouchable Guildmaster of the Jade Serpent. She was an aristocrat of commerce, a woman whose mere signature could shift the economic foundations of entire provinces. More importantly, to the martial world, she was the legally wedded, fiercely respected wife of General Bao, the Iron-Blood Demon of the Imperial Vanguard.

But in this silk-draped cabin, straddling the Archmage, she was nothing more than an eagerly devoted, thoroughly corrupted slut.

She wore nothing but a thin, violently torn emerald silk robe. The garment was a mockery of modesty, entirely failing to cover the staggering, breathtaking assets of her incredibly voluptuous figure. The silk was bunched around her narrow waist, leaving her wide, flare-curved hips and her plump, fair-skinned buttocks completely bare to the cool, conditioned air of the cabin. The front of the robe hung open, exposing the sheer, overwhelming magnificence of her chest.

Lin Ruoli possessed massive globes of flesh that defied reason. Her breasts were incredibly large, a pair of heavy, pillowy mounds of pale, creamy perfection that swayed and jiggled with every subtle rotation of her pelvis. They were impossibly soft, yet possessed a firm, mature weight that made them irresistible to the touch.

Alaric’s large, warm hands were aggressively immersed in that softness. He grabbed the heavy, fair-skinned juggernauts of flesh, his fingers sinking deep into the yielding, pale mounds. He squeezed them without mercy, kneading the spectacular volume of her breasts as if he were molding soft clay. His thumbs found the prominent, dark pink peaks of her areolas, ruthlessly rubbing tight, punishing circles around her erect nipples. The gold, serpentine rings piercing the sensitive nubs clicked faintly against his skin, the slight, sharp tugs of the metal sending jolts of pure, electrifying pleasure straight down her spine and into her dripping, swollen core.

“Ah! Master… yes…” Lin Ruoli moaned, a filthy, breathless sound that completely betrayed her former dignified persona. She threw her head back, her long, dark hair cascading over her pale shoulders, offering him unhindered access to her majestic chest. The sheer weight of her massive breasts strained against his palms, the fair skin flushing a beautiful, aroused pink under his aggressive, dominant handling.

Alaric leaned forward, his hands pushing her heavy breasts up and together, creating a deep, tantalizing valley of pale cleavage. He pressed his face into that soft, perfumed ravine, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. He trailed open-mouthed kisses up the smooth column of her neck, finally capturing her lips in a deep, bruising kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, claiming her breath, swallowing her soft, desperate moans entirely before pulling back with a wicked, deeply calculating smile.

“It seems the capital has finally grown tired of the mess on the plains,” Alaric murmured, his voice a low, vibrating purr that made the woman in his lap shiver uncontrollably. His hands trailed down from her massive, sweat-slicked breasts, sliding over the smooth, flawless expanse of her back to grip her curvaceous, naked waist. “They have sent a very capable dog to stop my little war.”

Lin Ruoli panted heavily, her chest heaving, causing her large, pierced nipples to bob enticingly in the dim light. Her fair skin was glowing with a sheen of perspiration. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with an intoxicating mixture of dark magic, relentless conditioning, and pure, unabashed lust.

“That brutish husband of mine…” Lin Ruoli whispered, the words slipping from her lips as if they pertained to a complete stranger. She spoke the title ‘husband’ with a distinct, unmistakable tone of dismissive contempt, completely detached from the man she had once respected. “General Bao… he is stupid, but he is diligently stubborn, Master. He is a blunt instrument of the Emperor. He will not leave the central plains until he finds the answers he seeks. He will interrogate every surviving warlord and scour every inch of mud.”

“I am counting on it,” Alaric said, his lips curling into a predatory grin. He gripped her wide hips tightly and thrust his own hips upward slightly, grinding his rock-hard, unyielding erection against the slick, wet folds of her pussy through the fabric of his trousers.

“Oh! Master!” Lin Ruoli gasped, her inner walls clenching involuntarily at the friction, her heavy breasts bouncing violently with the sudden jolt.

“I need you to send someone to maintain contact with your dear husband,” Alaric instructed, his hands moving back up to aggressively fondle the heavy, soft undersides of her massive breasts, weighing the glorious, pale globes in his palms. “We cannot allow him to wander blindly. We must direct his gaze.”

“Meet that brutish husband of mine?” Lin Ruoli asked, a flicker of genuine revulsion crossing her beautiful, flushed face. The very idea of leaving Alaric’s bed to stand before the rigid, martial strictness of General Bao sounded like a terrible, dreary punishment. She only wanted to serve the dark, incredibly handsome Archmage who knew exactly how to dismantle her body and soul with pleasure.

“Yes,” Alaric explained, his thumb flicking her pierced nipple, making her whine softly. “We need to manipulate him. Or, at the very least, we must keep a strict, continuous note of his military movements, his troop deployments, and the specific directions of his investigations. An imperial general of his standing is a wellspring of classified intelligence.”

“Naturally, Master,” Lin Ruoli agreed instantly, her previous revulsion vanishing entirely, replaced by an eager, desperate desire to prove her usefulness to the man she worshipped. She threw her head back again as he pinched her nipple sharply, her back arching to thrust her massive chest further into his hands. “Ah… whatever you desire, my King. I will do it.”

“You will not meet him personally, of course,” Alaric commanded, his tone absolute. He had no intention of letting one of his prized, heavily conditioned beauties anywhere near the neutralizing aura of a peak Martial King. “You will send your most trusted, heavily bribed servants from the Guild. A liaison. Tell him you are deeply engaged in managing the guild’s vital supply lines and mercantile affairs in a nearby, secure city.”

“I will write to him,” she promised, grinding her wet, eager hips continuously against his erection, desperate for him to free himself and fill her aching void. “I will craft a message. I will tell him exactly what you wish him to hear, Master. I will wrap him in a comforting lie.”

Alaric’s smirk widened. He suddenly grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over with effortless strength. Lin Ruoli squeaked in surprise as her back hit the soft, silk sheets, her legs falling open wide, completely exposing her dripping, pale core to his gaze.

Alaric hovered over her, pinning her against the mattress. His ruby eyes were locked onto her submissive, utterly devoted expression. The torn emerald silk robe framed her magnificent body perfectly, her incredibly large, soft breasts spreading slightly across her chest, the gold rings on her pink nipples rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

“We have much to discuss, my beautiful, deceitful Guildmaster,” Alaric murmured, trailing a hand down her flat stomach.

They spent the next hour entwined upon the massive bed, engaging in a truly bizarre, deeply erotic combination of high-level imperial espionage planning and heavy, relentlessly rough foreplay. Alaric instructed her on exactly what tone to use, what subtle inquiries to make regarding the Emperor’s decrees, and what false trails to lay to keep the imperial investigators occupied. All the while, his hands and mouth ruthlessly explored her incredibly sexy, fair-skinned body.

He buried his face in her massive, pillowy breasts, suffocating himself in her pale cleavage while she recited the necessary codes and formal salutations she would use to deceive her husband. He sucked fiercely on her pierced nipples, drawing sharp, breathy cries from her lips as she mentally drafted the correspondence.

Finally, panting and slick with sweat, Lin Ruoli sat up on the edge of the bed. Her dark hair was a wild, tangled mess, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her fair skin marked with his possessive, dark bruises.

Alaric handed her a specialized, high-grade transmission jade from her own spatial ring.

With trembling fingers, forcing her mind to compartmentalize the intense, throbbing ache between her legs, Lin Ruoli infused a trace of her spiritual energy into the smooth stone. She drafted the message. She expertly manipulated her voice, stripping away the breathy, desperate tone of a submissive slut and replacing it with the crisp, elegant, deeply formal, and respectfully affectionate cadence of the dignified Lady Lin Ruoli, wife of the Imperial Guard Commander.

She masked the utter, beautiful degradation of her current reality behind a veil of flawless, aristocratic deception, sealing the jade with a complex array to ensure it reached only its intended target.

Miles below the floating sanctuary of the Flying Ship, the reality of the earth was a stark, grim contrast.

The central plains, previously a chaotic slaughterhouse, had been brought to a terrifying, absolute standstill. The Imperial Army of the Celestial Dragon Empire had established a massive, heavily fortified encampment directly between the battered, exhausted forces of the East and the West. Tents of pristine white canvas stretched for miles, surrounded by deep trenches and glowing, perfectly synchronized defensive array formations that hummed with intimidating, disciplined martial power.

At the very heart of this vast military apparatus stood the grand command tent of General Bao.

Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with the scent of old blood, polished steel, and burning tactical incense. General Bao, the Iron-Blood Demon, sat heavily behind a massive, scarred wooden table. He had not removed his heavy, intricately carved plate armor, the metallic scales clinking softly as he shifted his weight.

He was a man carved from granite, his imposing, mountainous stature radiating a dense, suffocating Battle Aura that commanded absolute obedience. His face was deeply lined, etched with the harsh lessons of decades of brutal warfare defending the empire’s borders. Yet, beneath the hardened, unyielding exterior of the peak Martial King, there lay a profound, heavy weariness.

He poured over stacks of parchment—gruesome casualty reports, logistical nightmares, and the frustratingly contradictory interrogation transcripts extracted from captured soldiers of both the Sea Devil and the Desert Demon. The senselessness of the war weighed heavily on his broad shoulders.

The heavy canvas flap of the tent was pushed aside. An elite Imperial Guard, clad in polished silver armor, entered and bowed so deeply his helmet nearly touched the mud-stained floorboards.

“Report,” General Bao grunted, not looking up from a map detailing the decimated supply routes.

“General,” the guard spoke respectfully. “A specialized courier from the Jade Serpent Guild has just arrived at the outer perimeter. He bears a sealed, high-priority correspondence directly for you, sir.”

General Bao’s hardened, rigid expression softened instantly. The dense, crushing pressure of his Battle Aura receded slightly, transforming the terrifying warlord into a man who had just received a drop of water in the desert.

He set his heavy iron pen down. “Bring it to me. Immediately.”

The guard stepped forward, presenting a glowing, emerald-colored transmission jade on a velvet cushion. General Bao took it with hands that could crush boulders, handling the delicate stone with surprising, practiced reverence.

“Dismissed,” General Bao ordered, waving his hand. The guard bowed again and retreated, leaving the General alone in the dim light of the command tent.

General Bao held the jade slip, his thumb tracing the intricate serpent insignia carved into its surface. A rare, genuine, deeply affectionate smile touched his scarred lips.

‘It has been over a year and a half,’ General Bao thought, a profound ache of longing settling into his broad chest. ‘Not since His Imperial Majesty assigned her that crucial, demanding mission.’

He recalled the day the decree had come down. He had been stationed at the frozen, perilous Northern Borders, holding the line against barbarian incursions, when the news arrived. The Emperor had recognized the unparalleled economic genius of his wife and ordered her to personally travel beyond the empire’s borders, specifically to the distant, mysterious Jorailian Kingdom, to establish lucrative mercantile branches and secure new trade routes for the throne.

It was a prestigious honor, but it had required a terrible sacrifice. He hadn’t even had the time to ride back to the capital to say a proper goodbye before her convoy departed. He had missed her elegant, dignified presence every single day since. He missed her sharp intellect, her quiet grace, and the rare, soft smiles she reserved only for him in the privacy of their estate.

‘The reports stated she had returned to the Empire safely several months ago,’ he mused, looking down at the glowing stone. ‘But the chaotic fallout of this regional war, and the monumental task of securing the guild’s disrupted supply lines, must have kept her endlessly occupied. She has been working tirelessly to keep the empire’s economy from collapsing while these foolish warlords burn the plains. That is why she hasn’t been able to journey to the capital to meet me all this time.’

He rationalized her absence perfectly, his heart filled with nothing but pride and a protective, husbandly devotion. He was completely, tragically unaware of her true location, hovering securely in the clouds above, and the dark, filthy activities that currently occupied her time.

General Bao closed his eyes and channeled a precise, measured thread of his pure, refined Battle Aura into the jade slip.

The intricate martial encryption recognized his specific spiritual signature. The stone glowed brightly, and the voice of his wife filled the quiet, solemn air of the war tent.

“My dearest husband,” Lin Ruoli’s voice echoed, crisp, formal, yet laced with a polite, aristocratic affection. “I pray this message finds you well, and that the Heavens continue to bless your martial endeavors upon the plains. I am currently stationed in a secure, fortified mercantile hub near the borders, managing the desperate logistical crisis this senseless conflict has birthed. My heart aches that duty keeps us separated, but I know the Emperor relies upon your unbreakable strength.”

General Bao felt a deep, comforting warmth spread through his chest. The sheer, horrific carnage of the battlefield outside faded away, replaced by the solace of her voice. It was a beacon of sanity amidst the madness.

The message continued, her elegant words outlining minor guild affairs before seamlessly shifting to polite, seemingly innocent inquiries regarding his health and the specific challenges of his current, unprecedented deployment.

When the message concluded, General Bao let out a long, heavy sigh. He retrieved a fresh, military-grade transmission jade from a secure lockbox on his desk. This was not a civilian tool; it was a high-tier communication artifact of the Celestial Dragon Empire, forged with complex, multi-layered defensive arrays to prevent interception, though its range and versatility could not be compared to the reality-defying ‘Phone’ artifact that Alaric had effortlessly engineered from the memories of his past life.

General Bao infused his Battle Aura into the new jade, activating the recording array.

“My beloved Ruoli,” General Bao began, his voice losing its harsh, commanding edge, adopting a loving, deeply affectionate, and vulnerable tone he reserved exclusively for his wife. “Your words bring me immense comfort in this place of death. My health is robust, and my armor remains unbroken, though my spirit wearies of this foolish slaughter.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tactical map, speaking to the stone as if she were sitting across from him.

“The situation here is incredibly complex, far more convoluted than a simple territorial dispute between the East and the West,” General Bao recorded, his strategic mind engaging as he sought to reassure her of the empire’s control. He naturally felt no need to hide the military realities from his wife; she was a pillar of the empire’s infrastructure, and her intellect was formidable. “I have secured the region and forced a ceasefire between Long Chen and Qin Wu. However, the Emperor’s strict orders are absolute. I am to hold this position, maintain the neutral zone with overwhelming force, and prevent any further conflict between the two warlords.”

He paused, a heavy sigh escaping his scarred lips. “Stay safe within the walls of your guild, my love. Do not venture near the central plains. I will secure this theater and return to the capital as soon as this tangled, bloody mess is unraveled by the imperial investigators.”

General Bao carefully sealed the jade slip, weaving a dense, highly complex layer of his Iron-Blood Battle Aura over the stone. He ensured the magical encryption was flawless, a martial lock that would violently detonate the stone if tampered with by an unauthorized spiritual signature, protecting it against interception by enemy spies or rogue cultivators.

He summoned the messenger back into the tent, handing him the glowing green stone.

“Return this directly to Lady Lin Ruoli,” General Bao instructed, his voice returning to its usual, terrifying gruffness. “Ride with the utmost haste. Let nothing delay you.”

The messenger bowed deeply and sprinted from the tent.

General Bao turned back to his war maps, a renewed sense of purpose filling his massive frame. ‘Once this is over,’ he resolved, his jaw setting firmly. ‘Once the Emperor’s will is executed and these warlords are dealt with, I will take an extended leave of absence. I will return to our estate, and I will spend time with her. She deserves a husband, not just a general.’

He stood in the dim light of his tent, a towering monument of martial honor and devoted love, remaining entirely, tragically oblivious to the fact that his deeply affectionate, highly classified correspondence was already flying directly upward, piercing the cloud layer, and entering a den of absolute, unimaginable depravity.

Back on the opulent, floating sanctuary of the Flying Ship, the atmosphere in the master suite had grown even thicker, heavy with the scent of sweat and unrestrained lust.

Alaric sat casually on the edge of the massive, rumpled bed. He held the glowing, emerald-colored transmission jade in his large hands, turning the encrypted stone over, his ruby eyes examining the complex, flowing patterns of the Iron-Blood Battle Aura that sealed it.

Kneeling on the plush fur rug directly between his spread legs was Lin Ruoli.

The dignified Guildmaster of the Jade Serpent was entirely naked. Her torn emerald robe had been completely discarded. Her incredibly sexy, voluptuous body was on full, glorious display. Her fair skin was glowing with a heavy sheen of sweat, her dark hair a wild, beautiful tangle around her face. Her massive, heavy breasts hung beautifully before him, the gold serpentine rings in her dark pink nipples rising and falling with her rapid, ragged breaths as she waited, completely subjugated, for his next command.

“A formidable martial lock,” Alaric mused aloud, feeling the dense, aggressive energy radiating from the jade slip. “Your husband’s Battle Aura is incredibly refined, Ruoli. It is designed to violently incinerate the stone if it detects any foreign Qi or brute-force tampering.”

Lin Ruoli looked up, a spark of worry crossing her flushed features. “Will it be a problem, Master? I… I did not anticipate him using military-grade encryption for a personal letter.”

“My dear, sweet slut,” Alaric chuckled, a dark, arrogant sound. He reached out with his left hand, his fingers burying into her dark hair to stroke her scalp soothingly. “General Bao uses the crude, blunt instruments of a martial artist. He relies on brute force and rigid, inflexible laws of physical energy. I am an Archmage. I do not break locks. I simply rewrite the concept of the door.”

Alaric did not channel Battle Aura. He did not summon the explosive, destructive force of Qi. Instead, his eyes glowed with a profound, terrifyingly calm violet light. He tapped into the boundless, intricate well of his pure magical power.

He murmured a complex, high-tier incantation—an ‘Arcane Decryption Spell’ that analyzed, unraveled, and smoothly bypassed the rigid, linear frequencies of the martial lock without triggering its aggressive defense mechanisms. It was like slipping a phantom key into a solid iron vault.

With a soft, melodic chime, the dense, red Battle Aura enveloping the jade slip dissolved harmlessly into the air.

Alaric smiled, his magic effortlessly overriding the peak Martial King’s finest security. He activated the playback array within the stone.

General Bao’s deep, gruff, yet unmistakably affectionate and devoted voice instantly filled the opulent, sex-scented cabin.

“My beloved Ruoli,” the voice echoed from the stone, thick with emotion. “Your words bring me immense comfort in this place of death…”

Alaric threw his head back and laughed. It was a dark, mocking, utterly cruel sound that resonated with pure villainous delight. He looked down at Lin Ruoli, who was kneeling naked on his floor, a puddle of her own slick arousal forming on the fur rug beneath her.

“Listen to him,” Alaric commanded, gesturing with the jade slip. “Listen to the mighty Iron-Blood Demon. The terror of the borders. He sounds so incredibly, pathetically devoted to his elegant, dignified wife. He speaks to you as if you are a fragile, untouchable lotus blossom.”

He reached down with his free hand. He didn’t offer a gentle caress. He parted her trembling, fair thighs and slid two long fingers directly into her wet, ready, dripping core.

“Ah! Master!” Lin Ruoli gasped loudly, her hips bucking forward instinctively, impaling herself deeper onto his intruding fingers.

“Such a loving, honorable husband,” Alaric mocked, pumping his fingers with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm, churning the slick juices within her tight passage. “Sitting in his muddy tent, dreaming of his pure wife. And here you are, completely naked, leaking like a feral beast for another man while listening to his heartfelt vows.”

Lin Ruoli didn’t seem to care about the tragic irony in the slightest. The psychological degradation only fueled her intense, conditioned arousal. She leaned heavily into his hand, her massive, pale breasts swaying with the movement.

“I don’t care about him! I only love being a dirty slut to you, Master,” Lin Ruoli moaned, her voice filthy and utterly devoid of aristocratic grace. She grabbed his wrist, trying to force his fingers deeper into her aching void. “He doesn’t know anything! He is useless!”

She looked up at Alaric, her eyes completely glazed, her mind rewritten by the Sovereign Soul Bond to despise the man she had once loved. “He is a brute. He could never make me experience the true, mind-shattering joy of being a woman. He touched me with calloused, boring hands. Only you can do that, Master. Only you know how to break me perfectly!”

Alaric smirked, thoroughly enjoying the complete destruction of the General’s marriage. He pulled his fingers out with a wet, obscene pop. He tossed the glowing jade slip onto the plush bedding.

He reached down to his waist and unbuckled his trousers, freeing his massive, thick erection. It sprang forward, hot and demanding.

He didn’t invite her up. He grabbed Lin Ruoli by her fair, curvy hips and hauled her up off the rug, lifting her entirely onto the edge of the massive bed. He threw her onto her back, her pale, incredibly voluptuous body sinking into the soft silk sheets. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her long, flawless legs back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, completely exposing her slick, swollen, aching pussy to his gaze.

“Let us see what military secrets your loving husband wishes to share with his devoted wife,” Alaric grinned, leaning forward.

He drove his rock-hard cock into her with a rough, incredibly satisfying, deep thrust.

“OH GODS! YES!” Lin Ruoli screamed, her back arching violently off the mattress, her massive, incredibly heavy breasts bouncing wildly, the gold serpentine piercings on her pink nipples flashing in the dim light.

Alaric established a steady, punishing, relentless rhythm. The loud, wet slapping of his hips against her fair, curvy buttocks provided a rhythmic, obscene percussion to the solemn, loving voice of General Bao playing from the jade slip beside them.

As he pounded the dignified Guildmaster mercilessly into the silk sheets, his hands actively roaming over her body, aggressively fondling, squeezing, and kneading the magnificent, pillowy expanses of her massive breasts, Alaric’s sharp mind listened closely to the rest of the message. He filtered out the tedious romance and the heartfelt reassurances, his intellect extracting the vital military intelligence hidden within the General’s words.

“The situation here is incredibly complex…” General Bao’s voice played, completely oblivious to the rhythmic slapping and moaning drowning out his words in the cabin. “I have secured the region and forced a ceasefire… However, the Emperor’s strict orders are absolute. I am to hold this position… prevent any further conflict between the two warlords.”

Alaric’s thrusts deepened, hitting Lin Ruoli’s cervix with enough force to make her eyes roll back in her head. ‘He secured the ceasefire. Expected.’

But then, General Bao’s voice revealed a critical, heavily classified detail, spoken in a hushed, conspiratorial tone meant only for his wife’s ears.

“The Emperor Huang Long was adamant, my love. More so than usual. He specifically demanded that the slaughter between the East and West be halted immediately, but more importantly… he ordered that Long Chen and Qin Wu must be preserved at all costs. He has important, highly classified plans regarding those two specifically. He views them as vital assets for an upcoming, imperial endeavor.”

Alaric froze for a fraction of a second, his mind racing, before slamming his hips forward again, drawing a fresh, ragged scream from Lin Ruoli’s lips.

‘Interesting,’ Alaric thought, his thrusts maintaining their steady, punishing, ruthless rhythm, his hands sliding down to grip Lin Ruoli’s waist tightly. ‘The Emperor knows of their value. He didn’t just stop the war to save the farmlands or preserve the peace. He stopped the war to preserve his most powerful pieces on the board. He recognizes them as anomalies. As ‘Sons of Destiny’.’

General Bao had admitted in the recording that the exact nature of the Emperor’s grand, secretive plans remained unknown even to him, the highest-ranking general of the Vanguard. But Alaric didn’t need Bao to spell it out. His vast intellect and understanding of the world’s underlying mechanics connected the dots internally. He knew exactly why an Emperor would hoard such ridiculously lucky, unnaturally powerful individuals. They were weapons. Keys to ancient realms, or sacrifices for heaven-defying arrays.

“It seems the Emperor of this realm is attempting to play a grand game of his own,” Alaric conversed casually aloud, his tone conversational, entirely at odds with the violent, aggressive sexual act he was currently performing. He leaned forward, burying his face in the deep, soft valley of Lin Ruoli’s massive cleavage, taking a large, greedy bite of the incredibly soft, pale flesh of her right breast, leaving a dark mark.

“Ah! Master… whatever the Emperor plans… he is a fool compared to you,” Lin Ruoli gasped, her hands tangling desperately in his golden hair, trying to pull his mouth to her lips. She didn’t care about the fate of the empire. She only cared about the cock currently rearranging her insides.

Alaric pulled his face from her breasts, looking down at her flushed, tear-streaked face.

“He is,” Alaric agreed smoothly, accelerating his pace, driving her rapidly toward an earth-shattering climax. “Which is why we must ensure we know every move he intends to make. When you can breathe again, my beautiful, filthy slut… you are going to draft another reply to your loving husband.”

“Yes! Anything! Ah! I’m close, Master!” Lin Ruoli sobbed, her inner walls clenching spasmodically.

“You will tell him how much you miss him,” Alaric commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, demanding growl as he felt his own release building. “You will use your status as his worried, devoted wife. You will ask him to secretly keep a very close eye on Long Chen and Qin Wu for you. Tell him you fear for his safety, and that you need to know exactly what the Emperor plans to do with those dangerous warlords so you can prepare the guild’s assets accordingly.”

“I will! I will make him tell me everything!” Lin Ruoli shrieked, her body going entirely rigid as a massive, overwhelming orgasm ripped through her body.

Alaric roared, driving deep and burying himself to the hilt. He pumped a massive, scalding load of his potent seed deep into her womb, claiming her completely, solidifying his absolute control over both the woman and the highest echelons of the empire’s military intelligence network.

A week later, inside the heavily fortified, muddy command tent on the central plains, General Bao received the second, highly anticipated encrypted jade slip from his beloved wife.

He broke his own seal with a tired, weary sigh, eager for her comforting words.

He listened as Lady Lin Ruoli’s voice, trembling with perfectly acted, beautiful, wifely concern, begged him to be careful. He listened as she expressed deep, profound anxiety over the Emperor’s secret plans regarding the dangerous Sea Devil and the unpredictable Desert Demon, citing her fears that her husband might be caught in a treacherous political crossfire. She pleaded with him, using the gentle, persuasive tone of a woman who loved him deeply, to monitor the two warlords closely and discover the Emperor’s true intentions, ostensibly so she could safely navigate the guild’s investments through the coming storm.

General Bao’s heart swelled with a fierce, protective, uncompromising love. Her concern for his safety, her brilliant mind working to protect their future… it reinforced everything he believed about their unbreakable bond.

“Do not worry, my love,” General Bao whispered to the empty, silent tent, clutching the jade slip tightly in his massive, scarred hand. “Your mind is as sharp as ever. I will do exactly as you ask. I will uncover the Emperor’s designs, and I will keep us safe.”

He stood up, resolving to immediately dispatch his most trusted, elite shadows to monitor the confined camps of Long Chen and Qin Wu.

The Iron-Blood Demon, the terror of the borders and the sword of the Emperor, naturally and eagerly obeyed his dear wife’s wishes, completely, tragically unaware that every secret he uncovered would be whispered directly into the ear of the Archmage who was currently pounding his wife into the silk sheets above the clouds.