Inside the formation dome, isolated from the outside world, the air seemed to freeze. Xia Chunyu stood, his knees still trembling on the cold marble, his puffy eyes staring at Wei Yan, who now stood upright with an aura devoid of any trace of the innocent youth he had once been. Wei Yan was now the judge, the owner of a life debt, collecting the most despicable debt.
"Take off all your clothes," Wei Yan ordered. His voice was flat, emotionless, yet it carried an authority that brooked no resistance.
Chunyu gasped. Her heart pounded so hard she felt like it would explode. The pride she had built up as the COO of Megastar Group, as a respected woman in the business world, was now shattered. However, the false memory of her "rape" chained her logic. She felt this was a fair price to pay.
With trembling hands, she began to touch the buttons on her blouse. One by one, they undone, revealing her fair skin, now covered in cold sweat. Each piece of clothing falling to the marble floor sounded like a death knell for her dignity.
Outside the dome, the wives watched with varying expressions. Ao Ningyan crossed her arms in front of her chest with a disdainful smile. "Look at her... the great COO is now crawling like a bitch for a false pardon," she whispered coldly. Meanwhile, Ning Shuang could only bite her lower lip, watching her mental breakdown so systematically.
Wei Yan watched every inch of Chunyu's movement. His eyes unblinking, tracing the curves of her body with terrifying intensity. When the last thread—her underwear—was untied and fell to the floor, Wei Yan's breathing suddenly became ragged. The oxygen in the dome seemed to be sucked dry by his obsessive passion.
"Ha... ha... ha..." Wei Yan laughed lowly, a laugh that sounded thirsty and hungry. "Those curves... are all... mine! Do you hear? Mine!"
Without warning, Wei Yan lunged forward. His movements were swift and invasive, like a predator long hungry. He grabbed Chunyu's body and threw her roughly onto the messy mattress.
"Ah!" Chunyu let out a small cry as her back hit the mattress, but she didn't resist. She could only stare blankly at the ceiling as Wei Yan began to grope her invasively.
Wei Yan's hands moved roughly. There was no gentleness in his touch; only a claim of ownership. He squeezed Chunyu's breasts with a force that left red marks, then occasionally slapped her smooth thighs hard. Smack! The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the silent dome.
"It hurts, Wei Yan... it hurts..." Chunyu sobbed softly.
"It hurts?" Wei Yan hissed in her ear, his voice full of feigned hatred. "Is this more painful than the future you destroyed? Is this more painful than the shame I had to endure in front of my mother?!"
At that, Chunyu fell silent. She closed her eyes, letting the tears flow into her ears. "That's right... do it... destroy me if it will make you feel better..."
Wei Yan's work continued. His mouth now moved all over Chunyu's body. He kissed her roughly, biting her with small, bruise-like bites, and licking her skin as if removing a stain from his possessions. His tongue traced her neck, stomach, and sensitive areas, leaving no room for her to breathe.
At first, Chunyu could only surrender. Her body stiffened, her heart numb. However, Wei Yan was a master of the human body. Through his Divine Will of Transformation, he sent subtle currents of energy through every touch—energy designed to arouse biological arousal as opposed to mental awareness.
Slowly, Chunyu's body began to betray his thoughts. His breath, previously choked with sobs, now turned into short, ragged moans. His hands, once limp at his sides, began to grip the sheets. After a while, instinct took over. Chunyu became proactive; he arched his back, seeking more touch from the man he considered his victim.
Just as Chunyu began to react, even attempting to return Wei Yan's kiss with desperate passion, Wei Yan suddenly stopped. He pulled away, standing at the edge of the bed with a suddenly cold, impassive expression.
"I'm tired," Wei Yan said simply.
Chunyu gasped, his body already burning with the sensations Wei Yan had built up feeling like it had been plunged into ice water. He stared at Wei Yan with glazed eyes clouded with desire and confusion.
"Why... why did you stop?" Chunyu asked hoarsely. "I was ready... I was ready to accept you completely, Wei Yan. Please... don't leave me like this."
Wei Yan looked down at him condescendingly, as if Chunyu were trash that had soiled his bed. "It's none of my business whether you're ready or not. After all, you chose this path. You said you wanted to take responsibility and be mine, didn't you?"
Wei Yan then lay back down, placing his hands behind his head, allowing his athletic body to be exposed without any burden. "If you truly want forgiveness, don't expect me to do the work. Do it yourself. Prove that you're worthy of being my slave."
Chunyu was stunned. This was the ultimate humiliation. He, Xia Chunyu, had to serve a teenager he had corrupted, while the man stood idly by, watching his efforts. However, inside his head, the voice of guilt whispered again: You deserve this. You're a monster who must atone for your sins.
"Okay..." Chunyu whispered hoarsely.
With very slow and hesitant movements, Chunyu crawled toward Wei Yan. She stared at her husband's indifferent face. Her trembling hands began to caress Wei Yan's chest, tracing the hard muscles of his stomach. Every touch felt like a confession.
Chunyu then moved on to the clothes Wei Yan still wore. With stiff fingers, she removed each piece of clothing, revealing Wei Yan's fully erect manhood, a physical testament screaming for his rights.
Outside the dome, Li Yuantong chuckled as he sipped his tea. "Look at his face. He truly believes that by doing this, he will be saved. Wei Yan truly knows how to turn a person's world upside down."
Lan Xiyi merely snorted. "It's futile. He's given his body to a sword that will cleave his soul. But that's the art of conquest, Young Master."
Inside the dome, Chunyu had now completely abandoned all self-respect. She began licking Wei Yan's chest, trying to imitate what the man had done earlier. He kissed every inch of Wei Yan's skin with terrifying dedication, tears occasionally falling onto Wei Yan's stomach.
"Is this... what you want, Wei Yan?" Chunyu whispered between his movements.
Wei Yan simply closed his eyes, his lips quirking into a thin, triumphant smile. He didn't answer. His silence was the cruelest instruction for Chunyu to sink deeper into the pit of humiliation he called "devotion."
Chunyu kept moving, his hands working with a rhythm he'd learned from a mixture of fear and passion. He no longer cared about anyone watching, he no longer cared about Megastar Group. In his dark, silent world, there was now only one center of gravity: Wei Yan. And he would do anything to stop the man from staring at him with hatred.
Amidst the silence of the isolated dome, Xia Chunyu struggled against the destruction of his dignity. With trembling hands and pale lips, he focused all his attention on Wei Yan's manhood. He had discarded everything—position, honor, and shame—for just one word: forgiveness. However, as he tried to offer his utmost devotion, he realized something horrifying. Junior Wei Yan, who had previously been so stiff and powerful, suddenly relaxed under his touch.
"Th-this... why?" Chunyu asked in a panicked tone. His face tilted upward, staring at Wei Yan with pure fear. He felt like he had failed even in the most humiliating task. "Did I do something wrong? Wei Yan, please tell me..."
Wei Yan opened his eyes slightly, staring at Chunyu with a cold, judging gaze. "Why do you think?" his voice was low, echoing within the dome. "It seems my junior knows you're not sincere! You only did it out of fear, not because you truly surrendered yourself to me. The body cannot lie, Chunyu."
Chunyu gasped, tears welling up again. "No... it's not like that! I'm sincere... I really want to atone for my sins!"
"Hasishh..." Wei Yan took a deep breath, then his expression softened drastically into a faint, almost warm smile—a deadly bait. "Try. I won't yell at you again if you show that you're really trying."
"Really?" Chunyu's eyes lit up with a sad hope. "Ah... I-I'll try. I'll do even better!"
Wei Yan's sudden change in emotions served as a tremendous motivation for Chunyu. He didn't realize that behind the transparent formation wall, eight pairs of eyes were staring at her with varying expressions of contempt.
Ao Ningyan was the most direct. She leaned against a pillar in the hall, swirling a glass of spiritual wine. "Look at that bitch," Ningyan taunted, her voice loud enough for the other wives to hear. "She truly thought she was gaining sympathy. In fact, she's just being cooked in a cauldron of ego-annihilation. How pathetic to see a once-proud COO now having to beg her 'junior' husband to revive."
Lan Xiyi merely gave her a cold, sharp glare. "She's proof that fate can be a joke when it's in the hands of the Young Master. She surrendered her soul to the man she just cried for as a sacrifice. Ironic."
Inside the dome, amidst her increasingly proactive efforts, Chunyu heard Wei Yan's voice suddenly turn calm, almost like a storyteller.
"Chunyu... have you ever read a novel?" Wei Yan asked suddenly.
Chunyu paused, her face still flushed from her exertion. "N-novel? Why are you asking that now?"
Wei Yan ignored her question and began to tell her story in a mesmerizing tone. "There's a story about a cold and arrogant female CEO. She had a fiancé, but because of her arrogance, she unilaterally broke off the engagement. However, due to a series of opportunities, her ex-fiancé rose to become a very powerful person. The CEO grew jealous, regretful, and slowly begged for attention... but it was too late. He was repaid with hatred, and in the end, everything she had—her career, her company, her honor—was completely destroyed."
Chunyu fell silent, her body frozen. The story felt so familiar, as if Wei Yan were reading her own unwritten life script. However, before she could process it, Wei Yan whispered a sentence that made her choke.
"In three years, just before the national exams... that's the outline of your destiny, Chunyu."
"W-how do you know I'm engaged to someone?!" Chunyu let out a small cry, her eyes widening in shock. The secret of her business engagement was something even her closest business associates rarely knew.
Wei Yan began to activate the aphrodisiac properties of his Chaos Physique. His scent became intoxicating, filling the air inside the dome. "That's not important," Wei Yan replied, his hand now caressing Chunyu's head with a strong sense of dominance. "But the point is, do you want that fateful trap to come true? Do you want your career, or whatever you have, to be utterly destroyed because you're trapped in useless regret?"
Chunyu began to feel an intense heat spreading from his toes to his head. Wei Yan's scent was breaking down his logical filter. "I... don't want that. I don't want to be destroyed..."
"Very well. Since my junior is ready, now... prove it."
Wei Yan circulated his aphrodisiac to its maximum level. The temperature inside the dome soared. Chunyu, already losing control of her instincts, immediately climbed on top of Wei Yan. With hands trembling with passion and fear, she positioned Wei Yan's junior at the entrance of her womanhood.
As soon as Chunyu began to press down, Wei Yan didn't let her take control. With an explosive movement, Wei Yan immediately slammed her pelvis upward with devastating force, transmitting the aphrodisiac's effects directly through their physical union.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Chunyu screamed blankly. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Her body arched back in a perfect arc, as if every nerve in her being blasted by thousands of volts of electricity. It was her first orgasm, so intense that she felt her soul leaving her body.
Without giving Chunyu a chance to breathe, Wei Yan began to churn through the woman's guts with relentless thrusts. Screams of ecstasy began to escape Chunyu's mouth, replacing the tears of anguish that had previously adorned her face.
Outside the dome, the wives watched the intense scene. Zi Lan laughed seductively, "Ah, look... she's starting to change. From confession to surrender. That's how Young Master cleanses one's soul."
Amidst the barrage of thrusts, Wei Yan began whispering suggestions of dominance directly into Chunyu's subconscious. Through the Myriad Face pillar, he projected his imperial authority.
"You are mine, Xia Chunyu. Your destiny belongs not to that fiancée, not to Megastar, but to me. Every inch of your flesh, every drop of your blood, is mine. Accept this, and I will grant you the forgiveness you seek."
Chunyu, whose mind had melted from passion and energy manipulation, accepted the suggestion without resistance. She began laughing and crying simultaneously in the throes of pleasure. Instead of surrendering, she became aggressive. She gripped Wei Yan's shoulders until her nails left scars, and she began to counterattack with wild hip movements, as if she were trying to merge with Wei Yan forever.
"Yes! I'm yours! Wei Yan... make me yours completely! Destroy me! Own me!" Chunyu shouted between moans of ecstasy.
Wei Yan smiled darkly. Through the Divine Will of Transformation, he began to absorb the arrogant "nature" from Chunyu's blood and replace it with the "nature" of absolute obedience. Chunyu's destiny, which had branched off toward tragic destruction, was now forcibly pulled and wound around his fingers.
The act inside the dome continued, while the wives outside waited patiently, knowing that soon, the old Xia Chunyu would die, and a new, fiercely loyal servant would be born from the ashes of her own destruction.