Zhì Yuǎn held the base of his shaft, pressing the thick, hot head against Mò Yán's soaked entrance. He gave no warning. No gentleness. He simply thrust his hips forward in one motion.
The head of his cock forced its way inside her with a heavy, dry push.
Mò Yán's entire body arched. The pain came sharp and burning — a hot, tearing sensation that shot up her spine like fire. She opened her mouth to scream, but the sound died in her throat when Zhì Yuǎn's Yang flooded her insides all at once.
It was dense. Too hot. Hyper-concentrated.
He kept pushing without stopping, forcing his way in until he bottomed out against her cervix. Mò Yán convulsed. Her nails dug deep into the silk sheets, her knuckles turning white. Her entire body twisted beneath his, her thick thighs trembling violently on either side of his hips.
"Hnnngh—!!" The moan came out hoarse, almost a muffled scream.
Zhì Yuǎn let out a low grunt of satisfaction as he felt her inner resistance finally give way. He buried himself to the hilt, his pelvis pressed flush against hers, the head of his cock pushing directly against her cervix.
Mò Yán was panting, her scarlet eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The pain still throbbed, but it was already being drowned out by another sensation — his Yang flooding her insides like a hot, heavy tide.
Then the Primordial Mill awakened.
The matrix inscribed on the walls of her newly formed Dantian began to spin on its own. It didn't need a command. The mechanism activated with a low hum of energy, starting to grind down the dense Yang that Zhì Yuǎn had poured into her. What was crude and invasive was being refined, converted, and transformed into pure Primordial Qi that began reinforcing the foundations of her body.
Mò Yán felt it. She felt the heat spread through her lower belly, rising up her spine and filling the empty space that, until seconds ago, had only held pain. Her body reacted on instinct — her inner walls clenched tightly around his shaft, pulsing and sucking as if trying to draw out more.
Zhì Yuǎn observed her face for a second. Her scarlet eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open, her body still trembling from the initial impact.
He leaned forward, covering her body with his own weight. His broad chest crushed her full breasts against the mattress.
"Hold on," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough. "The worst is over. Now it really begins."
Mò Yán could only let out a weak moan in response. Her body continued to contract around him, the Primordial Mill spinning nonstop inside her Dantian, refining every drop of Yang he had left inside her.
Zhì Yuǎn slowly pulled his hips back — almost pulling out completely — then thrust back in with one long, heavy stroke.
Mò Yán threw her head back and moaned loudly.
Zhì Yuǎn didn't give Mò Yán time to recover.
He began to move. Long, heavy, and relentless thrusts. Every time he pulled back, he almost completely withdrew, leaving only the thick head nestled inside her swollen entrance. Then he drove forward again, burying himself until he hit the deepest part of her.
Mò Yán let out a hoarse moan on the first deep thrust. On the second, her body began to tremble. On the third, she came.
"Hnnngh—!!" The orgasm hit fast and violent. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his shaft, pulsing and sucking as her entire body convulsed beneath his weight. Her hips moved on their own, as if trying to match his rhythm even though she couldn't keep up.
Zhì Yuǎn didn't stop. He continued thrusting at the same heavy pace, long and deep strokes that always ended in the same place — deep, pressing against her cervix. The Primordial Mill inside her spun without pause, grinding the Yang he poured into her with every thrust and converting it into pure Qi.
The second orgasm followed right after the first.
Mò Yán arched her back, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly as she moaned into the mattress. Her hands clenched the sheets so tightly that the fabric creaked. She could no longer control her body — she could only tremble and clench around him as pleasure tore through her from the inside.
"H-husband…!" Her voice came out hoarse, almost tearful. "I… I'm going to… again…!"
She came for the third time before she even finished the sentence.
Zhì Yuǎn watched everything in silence. His dark eyes followed every reaction — the way her body clenched, the sweat running down her pale skin, her scarlet eyes glazed over with pleasure. He could feel the Primordial Mill working inside her, absorbing, refining, strengthening.
And then the physical transformation began to show.
With every wave of processed Qi, Mò Yán's skin gained a cleaner, smoother glow. Her pale tone became milky, almost like translucent jade. Her bones seemed to subtly realign beneath her skin — her shoulders straighter, her waist more defined, her curves softer yet heavier at the same time. Her white hair spread across the sheets became brighter and denser. Even her face changed slightly — her features became more harmonious, more refined, as if something inside her was being polished from within.
Yù Méi, who was watching from the cushions with her chin resting on her hand, let out a low whistle.
"Look at her…" the youngest murmured, her eyes half-lidded. She tossed her blonde hair back with one hand and showed her usual smug smile. "I call this deification. Our husband turns us into goddesses. Look how she's changing while he fucks her."
Yù Qíng, beside her, didn't respond with words. She simply smiled — a small, satisfied, almost proud smile. Her black eyes shone as she watched Mò Yán writhe and come once again beneath her husband's body. She slowly ran her fingers through Yù Méi's hair, but kept her gaze fixed on the bed.
Zhì Yuǎn continued thrusting without hurry, dictating the heavy rhythm of their cultivation. Long, deep, and constant strokes. Each one fed the Primordial Mill inside Mò Yán, which spun faster with every orgasm she had. The diplomat's body was no longer the same as it had been minutes ago — the physical transformation was happening in real time while she was being fucked without mercy.
Mò Yán was completely lost. Moans escaped her without control, her voice hoarse and broken. She had already come so many times that her body trembled nonstop, the muscles in her thighs contracted, her lower belly throbbing. Even so, she still raised her hips to meet his thrusts, wordlessly begging for more.
"More…" she whispered, her voice barely audible between moans. "Husband… more… don't stop…"
Zhì Yuǎn lowered his body, crushing her breasts against his broad chest. One of his large hands moved up and firmly gripped her chin, turning her face toward his.
"Can you take more?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
Mò Yán looked at him with teary, pleasure-glazed eyes. She couldn't answer with words. She simply nodded weakly, biting her lower lip as her body continued to tremble around his shaft.
Zhì Yuǎn smiled faintly.
"Then take it."
He pulled his hips back and thrust deep again, resuming the heavy rhythm.
Mò Yán let out a long, hoarse moan, her eyes rolling back as her fourth orgasm began to rise.
Zhì Yuǎn had no intention of finishing quickly.
He continued fucking Mò Yán for a long time, changing positions as he pleased. First, he turned her onto her side, lifting one of her thick legs and thrusting deep while squeezing her left breast hard. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, tugging on her pink nipple. Mò Yán let out a long, trembling moan, her body shaking all over.
He fucked her like that until she came two more times in a row, her body convulsing every time pleasure tore through her.
Then he put her on all fours. He held both of her wrists with one hand, pulling her arms behind her back and pinning them there. With his free hand, he reached under her right breast and squeezed hard while thrusting. Mò Yán let out a hoarse, muffled moan into the mattress.
"H-husband… I… I can…" Her voice came out weak and broken. There was still a trace of the old diplomat in her, trying to maintain some kind of control. "Let me…"
Zhì Yuǎn didn't let her finish.
He released her wrists, grabbed her hips with both hands, and began thrusting faster and deeper. Mò Yán let out a loud, hoarse moan, her entire body shaking. Before she could speak again, he leaned forward, slipped an arm under her chest, and pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest.
Now she was kneeling on the bed, her body upright, while he thrust into her from behind. One of his hands moved up and firmly covered her mouth. The other slid down and gripped her pale neck from below her chin.
"You don't need to decide anything anymore," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough. "You're mine now."
Mò Yán shuddered violently. Her body went almost limp against his. She tried to say something against his palm, but the sound came out muffled and hoarse:
"Mnnnh—! Nngh—!!"
Zhì Yuǎn tightened his grip on her neck and continued thrusting deep. Mò Yán came like that — with her mouth covered and her neck squeezed. The moan that escaped was long and muffled against his hand, her entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through her from the inside out. Her eyes rolled back for a second before he released her neck and mouth.
She collapsed forward onto the mattress, completely limp, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Red marks and bite marks covered her neck and shoulders. Her eyes were glazed, her body still trembling from the orgasm.
Zhì Yuǎn flipped her onto her back.
He sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, making her face him. Mò Yán was nearly out of strength, but he held her ass with both hands and made her bounce on his cock. He lowered his head and captured one of her pink nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. The suction was greedy. While he sucked, he continued making her bounce slowly, gripping her ass firmly.
Mò Yán let out a long, trembling moan, her voice hoarse and weak:
"Haaah… Hnnngh…!"
Her arms rose instinctively and wrapped around his head, pulling his face against her breast. She began to smile — a dazed, foolish smile, her eyes already starting to lose focus.
"Yes…" she murmured, her voice hoarse and low. "Just like that… suck more…"
She hugged his head tighter, her fingers digging into his dark hair as he eagerly sucked and licked her breasts. Her body trembled slightly every time he made her bounce. Her eyes grew more and more glazed, her smile more dazed.
Zhì Yuǎn sucked on her other breast with the same hunger, then moved his mouth up to her neck and bit down lightly, leaving another red mark on her pale skin. Mò Yán moaned, her entire body writhing on his lap.
He fucked her like that for a while — her on his lap, facing him, her breasts being eagerly sucked while she hugged his head and slowly lost control.
When he felt she was close to coming again, he laid her down on her back and climbed on top of her. He covered her body completely with his own weight, crushing her full breasts against his broad chest. One of his large hands moved up and firmly gripped her chin, turning her face toward his.
He captured her mouth in a heavy, dominant kiss while sinking his thick shaft deep inside her in one thrust. Mò Yán moaned against his mouth:
"Mmmph—!"
Zhì Yuǎn began fucking her with long, heavy strokes, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the kiss never breaking. Mò Yán tried to moan, but the sounds came out muffled against his mouth, broken and hoarse.
He broke the kiss only to speak lowly against her lips:
"Do you understand now?"
Mò Yán nodded weakly, her eyes teary. Before she could respond, he kissed her again and squeezed her neck with his other hand — just enough for her to feel the pressure.
He fucked her like that, kissing and choking her at the same time, until Mò Yán came once more. The moan that escaped was long and muffled against his mouth, her entire body convulsing violently beneath him. Her eyes rolled back and she almost lost consciousness right there.
Zhì Yuǎn continued thrusting deep until he felt himself reaching his limit.
He held her chin more firmly, his dark eyes locked onto hers, and murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough:
"Good girl. Now receive your reward."
He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there. His cock pulsed strongly inside her as he released a thick, hot load directly against her cervix. Mò Yán let out a hoarse, trembling moan against his mouth.
"Nngh…! Aaaahn…!"
Her body convulsed as he filled her without stopping. The excess leaked out between her thighs, dirtying the sheets. She trembled once more, letting out a weak, muffled moan, before collapsing completely, completely spent.
She passed out.
Her limp body remained beneath him, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy and uneven. Her neck was bright red, with hickeys and bite marks scattered across her shoulders, breasts, stomach, and the insides of her thighs. Her abdomen rose and fell rapidly. She had come so many times that her body continued to twitch weakly even while unconscious.
Zhì Yuǎn stayed inside her for a few seconds, feeling the Primordial Mill still spinning slowly in her Dantian. Then he slowly pulled out, withdrawing his thick shaft from inside her with a wet sound.
He sat back on his knees and observed her body for a moment. Mò Yán was completely wrecked — marked inside and out, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her full breasts moving with her breathing.
He ran his thumb across her swollen lips.
"Two weeks," he murmured quietly. "Her body needs at least two weeks to absorb all of this and finish the transformation. If I try to push her further now, she'll really break."
From the corner of the tent, Yù Qíng let out a low, crystalline laugh. She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at the unconscious diplomat.
"Look at her…" Yù Qíng murmured, her tone playfully satisfied. "The snow flower decided to be bold. I didn't expect that from her. I thought she'd just tremble and beg. But she tried. Until the very end."
Yù Méi, who was lying on her stomach on the cushions, let out a low, rough laugh. She shook her head, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder.
"She wanted to be proactive and couldn't even stay conscious," the youngest commented, clearly amused. "Poor thing. She thought she could handle our husband by herself. How cute."
Yù Qíng glanced sideways at her younger sister, still with that small smile on her lips. She sat up better on the cushions and pulled Yù Méi toward her. The youngest turned onto her back and leaned against Yù Qíng's chest. Yù Qíng wrapped her arms around her, holding her shoulders from behind. Yù Méi was still laughing quietly at Mò Yán's situation.
Yù Qíng leaned forward. Her lips brushed against Yù Méi's shoulder slowly. Her tongue came out hot and wet, sliding up her sister's neck to behind her ear. Yù Méi shuddered and let out a muffled giggle, trying to pull away from the ticklish sensation.
"Q-Qing… stop…" she murmured, still laughing softly, her body squirming slightly.
Yù Qíng didn't stop. She continued licking behind her ear, then moved back down her neck, lightly nibbling. While doing so, her hands slid down the straps of the golden silk dress Yù Méi was still wearing. The fabric slipped off the youngest's shoulders and fell to her waist, exposing her full breasts.
Yù Qíng raised her gaze.
Her black eyes were fixed on Zhì Yuǎn. The smile on her lips was slow, provocative, almost challenging. She lowered her hands and cupped Yù Méi's breasts from below, gently massaging them with her thumbs while continuing to lick and bite her sister's neck.
"Nnghh…" Yù Méi bit her lip and let out a low moan.
"You were very rough with her," Yù Qíng murmured, her voice low and husky, her lips still against Yù Méi's skin. "Now you'll have to deal with us."
Zhì Yuǎn watched the two of them in silence for a few seconds. His broad chest rose and fell slowly. He got off the bed.
He walked toward them without hurry. Yù Qíng didn't move. She continued stimulating Yù Méi, her eyes still locked on him, provocative. When he stopped in front of them, Yù Qíng raised one hand and slowly ran her fingers across his broad chest, as if testing how far she could go.
Zhì Yuǎn firmly grabbed her wrist.
Without saying a word, he pulled at the silk fabric on Yù Qíng's body. The dress tore with a sharp, loud sound. Yù Qíng let out a low, satisfied laugh, as if she had gotten exactly what she wanted. The torn fabric fell to the floor in pieces.
Yù Méi slowly stood up. She pulled off the rest of the dress that was still around her waist and let it fall completely to the floor. Then she approached Zhì Yuǎn from behind and pressed herself against him, her breasts against his broad back as she kissed and bit the back of his neck.
Yù Qíng also stood up, now completely naked. She raised her face toward Zhì Yuǎn, her eyes shining with that mix of provocation and possessive desire.
Zhì Yuǎn held her waist with one hand and her chin with the other, tilting her face toward his. The kiss he gave her was rough and dominant. Yù Qíng moaned softly against his mouth, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.
Zhì Yuǎn broke the kiss with Yù Qíng only to capture Yù Méi's lips.
The three of them tangled together among the cushions and on the floor beside the bed. Mò Yán's body remained unconscious just a few meters away, ignored for now. The scent of dual cultivation still lingered in the air. And the friction that was about to begin promised to be long — heavy, rough, and drawn out.
The night was far from over.