The residual energy from the shattered beams of abyssal gravity and sovereign judgment slowly dissipated, leaving the air tasting of ozone and raw power.
Song Cai'er stood panting, her newly acquired human form radiating potent energy, the magnificent Golden Dragon Spear held loosely in her trembling hand.
Across from her, Song Qing stood composed, the overwhelming pressure of the Abyssal Demonic Dragon God Emperor having faded back into the depths of his soul, leaving only his natural, yet still formidable, presence.
The clearing held a stunned silence.
Song Qing broke the silence. He didn't address Song Cai'er, nor the flabbergasted Scarlet King. His gaze, sharp and piercing, locked directly onto the immense golden eyes of Di Tian.
"Great Beast God," Song Qing began, his voice calm, carrying easily across the distance. "There is one more matter. Something I perceived upon entering the deeper reaches of this forest. Something… pertinent to our earlier discussion regarding divine interference."
Di Tian's focus sharpened instantly. 'Divine interference? After his tale of Asura? What else does he know?'
"My second spirit," Song Qing continued, referencing the Primordial Life Tree, though he didn't manifest it again, "possesses unique sensory abilities, particularly attuned to life force, divinity, and… disturbances within them."
He paused, letting the implication hang. "Deep within the core of the Great Star Dou Forest, deeper even than this Lake of Life, I sense… an anomaly."
His gaze hardened. "A concentration of immense draconic power, yes. Ancient. Profound. But tainted."
Bi Ji gasped softly, exchanging a worried glance with Zi Ji. Scarlet King looked utterly lost. Di Tian's expression remained impassive, but Song Qing could sense the infinitesimally small tightening of the ancient dragon's focus.
"Tainted," Song Qing repeated, his voice dropping slightly, laced with that familiar, cold fury, "by the unmistakable, corrupting signature of the Asura God."
He didn't need to elaborate further. He saw the flicker, the barest hint of confirmation deep within Di Tian's golden eyes.
"I sense this divine taint," Song Qing clarified, "coiled around the very core of that slumbering draconic presence. Like a parasite. A festering wound inflicted by godly malice."
He held Di Tian's gaze. "My current power, Great Beast God, even with my unique spirit, is insufficient. The divine energy signature of a God King, even weakened or residual, is beyond my ability to fully expunge safely. Not without risking immense collateral damage to the host."
His voice became firm, a promise sworn in the presence of these ancient beings. "But mark my words. When I reach the pinnacle, when I stand as a Titled Douluo, wielding power closer to the divine myself… I will return. And I will personally deal with that lingering fragment of Asura's filth. I will cleanse this forest of his touch."
Di Tian remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the faint crackle of residual energy in the air. He wasn't surprised by the presence of Asura's energy signature deep within the forest. He knew exactly who Song Qing was sensing, knew the source of the injury, the long, slow suffering.
What shocked him, truly shocked him, was that this human, this Soul Sage barely past Rank 70, could perceive her presence at all. The Silver Dragon King slumbered in the deepest, most shielded sanctuary, her aura deliberately suppressed, veiled by layers of ancient power and the very earth itself. For him to sense her, let alone the specific divine injury afflicting her… it spoke of spiritual perception bordering on the truly divine.
'He senses her…' Di Tian's mind reeled slightly. 'Senses the Asura wound… How? His spirit abilities… they are far more profound than even Scarlet's description hinted at.'
This changed things. Again. Song Qing wasn't just a potential ally with unique nurturing abilities and a shared enemy. He possessed capabilities that could directly impact their most sacred, most secret charge.
The Beast God finally broke the silence, his voice a low rumble, devoid of surprise regarding the energy signature, but heavy with implication.
"Your perception… is acute, Song Qing." A simple statement, yet carrying immense weight. "And your promise… is noted."
He didn't confirm or deny the presence Song Qing sensed. He didn't need to. His lack of surprise was confirmation enough.
"The day you possess the strength you speak of," Di Tian continued, his golden eyes holding a flicker of something ancient and weary, "you will be welcomed back to these depths. We shall await that time."
It was an acceptance. A pact, forged not through treaties, but through shared animosity and revealed potential.
Song Qing gave a respectful nod. "I shall hold you to that, Great Beast God."
He then turned his attention back to the group, his demeanor shifting slightly, becoming more pragmatic.
"Now," he announced, "I believe my part here, for today, is concluded. Song Cai'er has successfully transformed, exceeding expectations. Her immediate acclimatization has begun."
He placed a hand gently on Cai'er's shoulder. She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes shining with adoration and trust.
"I will now return with her to the Spirit Hall," Song Qing stated clearly, addressing Di Tian, but also Bi Ji, Zi Ji, and the still-slightly-confused Scarlet King. "She requires further guidance, integration into human society, and continued cultivation under my supervision to fully realize the potential unlocked today."
He met Di Tian's gaze directly. "I trust our previous agreement stands? That you entrust her continued safety and development to my care?"
Di Tian considered for only a moment. The evidence was undeniable. Song Qing had taken a 5,000-year cub and returned a 30,000-year equivalent Soul Emperor with a horrifyingly potent foundation in mere weeks. He had demonstrated power capable of challenging Scarlet, perception capable of sensing the deepest secrets, and a shared enemy that aligned their interests in unexpected ways. Trust? Perhaps not fully. But pragmatic acceptance? Absolutely.
"The results speak for themselves," Di Tian rumbled, acknowledging Song Qing's earlier point. "You have proven your methods effective. Her continued growth under your guidance… is acceptable. For now." The implication was clear: failure or betrayal would have dire consequences.
Bi Ji nodded gently. "She seems to trust you implicitly, Holy Son. And your life energy… it clearly resonates beneficially with her."
Zi Ji gave a sharp nod, her gaze speculative. "Keep her strong, human. Strong enough to be interesting." She seemed more intrigued by Cai'er's potential as a future sparring partner or draconic rival than anything else.
Scarlet King finally seemed to grasp the situation. 'Okay… so he's taking Goldie… Cai'er… back. And Beast God is okay with it. Because… reasons. Complicated reasons involving Asura and impossible growth spurts.' He shrugged his massive shoulders mentally. 'Fine by me. Less time to spend on babysitting.' He offered a low, rumbling growl that vaguely sounded like agreement.
"Excellent," Song Qing acknowledged their consensus. "We shall take our leave then."
He looked down at Song Cai'er. "Ready?"
She nodded eagerly, her nervousness replaced by excitement at returning to the human world in her new form. She glanced back briefly at the towering figures of the ancient spirit beasts, offering a respectful mental nod, before turning her full attention back to Song Qing.
He wrapped one arm securely around her waist. She instinctively leaned into his solid frame, feeling a thrill shoot through her at the contact. Her body, still adapting to its new sensitivity, reacted instantly to his closeness. Her large breasts pressed softly against his side.
'His arm… around my waist… Holding me…' Cai'er thought, her cheeks flushing slightly. 'It feels… so strong. So safe and comfortable.'
Song Qing ignored her reaction for the moment, focusing his will. He activated his Void Anchor, locking onto the coordinates of his private chamber back in Spirit Hall.
Space distorted. The familiar, slightly nauseating lurch of instantaneous travel enveloped them.
The oppressive aura of the Great Star Dou Forest vanished.
The primal scents of ancient wood and damp earth were replaced by the faint fragrance of polished stone and cleansing incense.
They reappeared in the relative silence and opulent comfort of Song Qing's private room within the Spirit Hall.
The sudden transition left Cai'er blinking, slightly disoriented. She looked around the familiar yet now strangely different room – the luxurious furnishings, the soft lighting, the ordered calm so unlike the wild energy of the forest core.
Song Qing released her waist, stepping back slightly to give her space.
The moment his arm left her, Cai'er felt a pang of disappointment. She instinctively reached out, wrapping her arms around his torso from the front, pressing her face against his chest. Her newly acquired, stunningly voluptuous body molded against his.
"Qing…" she whispered, her voice muffled against his robes. "That felt… nice. Being held by you. Teleporting like that."
She tilted her head back slightly, looking up at him with wide, earnest sapphire eyes. "When we were in the city before… when I was still… the lion… I saw how Rongrong and Zhuqing and Senior Sister Liena would touch you. Hug you. Lean on you."
Her expression turned thoughtful, confused. "I didn't understand it then. Why they needed to be so close. It seemed… unnecessary."
She pressed herself closer again, her large breasts flattening slightly against his chest, her arms tightening around his back. "But now… now I think I understand." A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Holding you like this… feeling your warmth, your strength… it feels… really comfortable. Safe. Like I don't want to stop at all."
Her confession was utterly innocent, born from the direct, uncomplicated perspective of a being experiencing these complex human sensations for the first time. She wasn't flirting; she was simply stating her observation and newfound feeling.
Song Qing remained still within her embrace, allowing it. He felt the softness of her body, the sincerity in her voice. He wasn't entirely immune to her charms – her transformation had resulted in a truly breathtaking form, mature and alluring beyond measure. But his feelings for her were primarily protective, proprietary, like a master craftsman admiring his finest creation. Romantic entanglement wasn't part of the plan for Cai'er. Not yet, anyway.
He gently patted her back, his touch platonic but reassuring. "It's natural to seek comfort and closeness, Cai'er," he said softly. "Especially after such a significant change. And you are right, physical contact is an important part of human connection."
He gently eased her arms from around him, creating a small space between them again, though he kept his hands lightly on her shoulders. "We will be together often from now on," he reassured her, meeting her slightly disappointed gaze. "You will be staying here, learning, growing under my guidance. There will be plenty of time for… closeness." He deliberately kept the word vague. "No need to cling quite so tightly right now."
He offered her a gentle smile. "You must be exhausted. Your body and spirit need time to fully settle after the transformation and the spar. Rest is important."
Cai'er nodded slowly, accepting his words, though the longing for contact remained visible in her eyes. "Okay, Qing. I will rest."
He guided her towards a comfortable seating area within his chamber. "Sit here for now. I will arrange proper quarters for you shortly. But first, relax. Meditate, if you feel the need. Let your power stabilize further."
She sank onto the plush sofa, her new form moving with an innate grace she hadn't yet consciously mastered. She closed her eyes, attempting to follow his instruction, though her mind still buzzed with the incredible events of the day.
Song Qing watched her for a moment, satisfied she was settling down. He then turned his attention to his own needs, retrieving cleansing items and fresh robes. The trip, the spar, the intense spirit possession – it had all taken a toll, however minor.
(Time Skip: ~11 Months Later)
The seasons turned within the walls of Spirit Hall, each bringing subtle shifts in light and shadow, but the core rhythm of Song Qing's life remained one of intense focus and accelerating progress. Nearly a year had passed since Song Cai'er's dramatic transformation.
That year was a whirlwind.
Cultivation remained Song Qing's primary focus. The Immortal Herbs he consumed, combined with his unique spirits and relentless diligence, propelled his Soul Power forward at a frankly terrifying rate. Rank 74 gave way to 75, then 76… He could feel the threshold of Rank 80, the Soul Douluo realm, drawing ever closer, though the energy required for each rank increased exponentially. He spent countless hours in deep meditation, refining his control over abyssal energy, life force, and the nascent powers of his spirit bones.
But his life wasn't solely solitary cultivation.
Song Cai'er proved to be an astonishingly quick study. Under his guidance, she rapidly mastered the basics of human movement, speech, and etiquette. Her innate intelligence, combined with her powerful spiritual perception, allowed her to absorb knowledge like a sponge. He spent considerable time teaching her – combat techniques using her Golden Dragon Spear, precise control over her Ultimate Fire and Light, the nuances of her auspicious abilities, and the complex history and politics of the human world she now inhabited.
She was a constant presence, utterly devoted, her adoration shining in her sapphire eyes. She still sought physical closeness, often finding excuses to brush against him or sit near him, but she respected the boundaries he'd set after their return, never initiating overtly intimate contact unless he permitted it during training or rare moments of relaxation. Her stunning beauty and burgeoning sensuality were undeniable, a constant low-level temptation he carefully managed.
His relationship with his four main lovers also deepened, requiring careful balancing.
Ning Rongrong remained his vibrant spark, her intelligence and playful spirit a constant delight. They explored Martial Soul City together, attended social functions, and engaged in witty banter. He cherished her cleverness and her unwavering loyalty.
Zhu Zhuqing was his quiet anchor. Their sparring sessions became more intense, their connection deepening through silent understanding. He found immense satisfaction in drawing out her rare smiles, in the moments of quiet intimacy where her cool exterior melted away, revealing the passionate heart beneath. Her dedication was absolute.
Hu Liena was his charming challenger. Their flirtatious dynamic continued, a constant game of playful advance and strategic retreat. She pushed his boundaries, tested his control, her seductive charm a potent force he enjoyed navigating. He knew she desired more, and the anticipation simmered between them.
Qian Renxue remained his deepest confidante, his partner in ambition. Their stolen moments were intense, charged with hidden passion and shared secrets about the future, about the Gods, about their intertwined destinies. The physical intimacy they occasionally indulged in was explosive, a release valve for the pressures they both carried. The memory of their first encounter remained a potent undercurrent.
He also made several trips outside Martial Soul City.
A priority was visiting Heaven Dou City. There, he spent quality time with Dugu Yan, his 'Senior Sister Yan'. Her feelings for him were obvious, a simmering affection beneath her sometimes sharp exterior. He enjoyed her company, their shared connection through the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well creating a unique bond. He helped guide her cultivation, subtly influencing her path, seeing her strength grow.
He also checked in on the gentle, supportive Ye Lingling. Her Nine Heart Begonia spirit remained a source of fascination, its healing potential immense. He ensured her safety and continued support within the Heaven Dou City, offering guidance and resources, cementing her quiet loyalty.
And, crucially, he visited Liu Erlong. He always went alone, maintaining the facade of discussing academy alliances and cultivation progress. Liu Erlong, fueled by the Immortal Herbs and his whispered promise, had thrown herself into cultivation with ferocious intensity.
During one visit, she excitedly reported her progress. "Qing!" she had greeted him, her usual restraint replaced by barely contained excitement, her mature beauty amplified by her surging power. "I did it! The bottleneck shattered! Rank 88! I can feel Rank 90 just around the corner!"
She radiated power, her Sacred Fire Dragon King spirit burning brighter than ever. "And the Sunset Forest hunt was successful! A ninety-thousand-year old Blazing Tyrant Dragon! Its skull bone… the power boost is incredible! And I managed to secure the left arm bone from a sixty-thousand-year Draconic Earth Lizard Lord – enhanced strength and earth affinity!"
She looked at him, her eyes shining with gratitude and something deeper. "It's all thanks to you, Qing. The herbs… your guidance… your belief in me…" She clearly attributed her rapid progress entirely to him, her motivation inextricably linked to earning the 'qualification' he'd mentioned. He offered congratulations, discussed her new abilities, and subtly reinforced her path, leaving her more determined than ever.
He noted her progress with satisfaction. 'Rank 88… soon to be Titled Douluo. Excellent. A powerful piece moving into position.' Her burgeoning personal feelings were merely a useful lubricant for ensuring her loyalty.
And so, the months flew by in a blend of intense cultivation, strategic relationship management, and the quiet satisfaction of seeing his plans unfold.
Until, finally, a significant personal milestone arrived.
His fourteenth birthday.
The grand main hall of the Pope's Palace was transformed. Usually austere and imposing, tonight it glittered with soft lights, adorned with tasteful decorations, and filled with the low murmur of conversation and gentle music.
Bibi Dong, looking utterly radiant in a flowing gown of deep rose that shimmered with silver thread, stood near the center, greeting guests with regal grace. Tonight, she wasn't just the Supreme Pontiff; she was the proud host celebrating her beloved disciple's coming of age. The meticulous planning and sheer opulence of the event spoke volumes about her affection and pride.
Song Qing stood beside her, the guest of honor. At fourteen, he was tall, his figure lean but hinting at the power beneath his fine, custom-made robes of deep emerald green embroidered with subtle abyssal dragon patterns. His handsome features held a maturity beyond his years, his emerald eyes calm and observant as he navigated the social currents.
The guest list was a testament to his influence and connections.
From the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan came Ning Fengzhi himself, flanked by the imposing figures of Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) and Chen Xin (Sword Douluo). They offered polite congratulations, their presence a significant gesture of goodwill towards both Song Qing and Spirit Hall. Ning Rongrong, looking stunning in a princess-cut gown, clung proudly to Song Qing's arm whenever possible.
Zhu Zhuqing was a vision in midnight black, her devastating curves drawing subtle glances, though she stayed close to Song Qing's side, her quiet presence a comforting counterpoint to Rongrong's vibrancy. Her older sister, Zhu Zhuyun, stood nearby, watchful and respectful in her role as Zhuqing's attendant within Spirit Hall.
Hu Liena, naturally, made an entrance. Dressed in a fiery red gown that left little to the imagination, she moved through the crowd like a predator, her eyes locked on Song Qing. She greeted him with a kiss planted deliberately close to his lips, much to Rongrong's poorly concealed annoyance.
Dugu Yan had traveled from Heaven Dou City, looking striking in dark purple, a subtle venomous allure clinging to her. She offered Song Qing a warm, slightly possessive smile. Beside her stood Ye Lingling, gentle and lovely in pale green, her presence calming. Their arrival was facilitated by Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, looking characteristically grumpy but undeniably present, a clear sign of his grudging respect for Song Qing.
Liu Erlong was also there, radiating newfound power and confidence. Now Rank 88, bordering on Titled Douluo status, she carried herself with renewed purpose. She wore a striking crimson dress, reminiscent perhaps of her fiery spirit, and her gaze towards Song Qing held a mixture of profound gratitude and simmering intensity.
Ah Yin moved silently through the periphery, overseeing refreshments, performing her duties flawlessly, her expression serene, giving no hint of the tumultuous intimacy she shared with the host in secret. Her presence was accepted due to her known role as caretaker of his private garden.
And Song Cai'er, now fully accustomed to her human form, was breathtaking. Dressed in a simple yet elegant gown of deep blue swirled with rose pink, mirroring her unique hair colors, she stayed close to Song Qing, her sapphire eyes wide with fascination at the human social ritual, her innate nobility shining through. Her beauty drew many curious glances, though her connection to the Holy Son kept unwanted advances at bay.
Qian Renxue arrived fashionably late, a vision in pale gold, her presence instantly commanding attention. She offered Song Qing a polite, serene smile, but her eyes held a deeper, secret promise that made his pulse quicken. She exchanged pleasantries with Bibi Dong, the mother and daughter maintaining a facade of cordial, if slightly distant, respect.
The upper echelons of Spirit Hall were present in force – Elders like Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo, Hall Masters, promising younger generation members. It was a clear display of support for the Holy Son.
The gift-giving commenced. Ning Fengzhi presented a rare jade sculpture imbued with auxiliary power. Dugu Bo gruffly handed over a pouch containing incredibly rare, refined poisons he'd personally concocted ("For… emergencies," he muttered).
Rongrong gave him a custom-made communication device linked only to her.
Zhuqing offered a perfectly balanced, intricately carved throwing dagger.
Hu Liena presented a silken scarf subtly scented with her unique, intoxicating perfume.
Dugu Yan gave him a vial containing essence extracted from a unique spirit plant she'd cultivated.
Ye Lingling shyly offered a small, beautifully embroidered pouch filled with potent healing herbs.
Liu Erlong presented a rare fire-attribute spirit bone enhancement crystal she'd acquired.
Cai'er, still learning human customs, simply offered him a perfectly polished scale she had shed during her integration, humming with Golden Dragon power.
Even Ah Yin quietly presented a basket woven from luminous Blue Silver Grass, containing the single most perfect bloom from the entire Herbal Garden.
Song Qing accepted each gift with genuine warmth and gratitude, taking the time to speak with each giver, making them feel acknowledged and valued.
He noticed, however, that neither Bibi Dong nor Qian Renxue offered a physical gift during the public presentation. It wasn't unusual for Song Qing that he would care, perhaps, but Renxue's lack of a public offering felt significant.
As the formal part of the celebration began to wind down, guests mingling and enjoying the lavish refreshments, Qian Renxue glided over to him, separating him momentarily from the crowd.
"Enjoying your birthday, Qing?" she asked softly, her voice a low murmur meant only for him.
"Very much, Renxue," he replied sincerely, admiring her radiant beauty up close. "It's… overwhelming, in a good way."
Her lips curved into that familiar, knowing smile. "The night is still young. And the best gifts… are often saved for last." Her eyes held a mischievous, promising sparkle. "Come to my chambers later. After everyone has dispersed."
She leaned fractionally closer, her scent enveloping him. "I have a gift for you there. Something I guarantee… you will never forget for the rest of your life."
Before he could respond, she gave his hand a quick, almost imperceptible squeeze and melted back into the crowd, leaving him with a racing pulse and a vivid sense of anticipation.
'Her chambers… later…' The invitation echoed in his mind. Given their history, given the intensity of her gaze… what could she possibly have planned that would be unforgettable? The possibilities sent a thrill down his spine.
The rest of the evening passed in a pleasant blur. He mingled, he laughed, he accepted well-wishes, all while the anticipation for Renxue's 'gift' simmered beneath the surface.
Finally, the guests began to depart. Ning Fengzhi and his contingent left with warm farewells. Dugu Bo grumbled his goodbyes. Liu Erlong offered one last intense, grateful look before heading back to her temporary quarters. His other lovers reluctantly took their leave, each offering a final hug or touch, promising to see him soon.
Eventually, the grand hall emptied, leaving only Song Qing and Bibi Dong amidst the lingering echoes of the celebration.
Bibi Dong approached him, her expression soft, affectionate. "Did you enjoy your celebration, my dear disciple?"
"It was wonderful, Teacher," he said honestly, feeling a wave of gratitude towards her for organizing it. "Thank you."
She smiled, reaching up to gently adjust the collar of his robes. "You deserve it, Qing'er." Her eyes held a deep warmth. "Now," she added, her voice dropping slightly, a knowing glint entering her gaze, "I believe you have… another engagement?"
He met her gaze, acknowledging the unspoken understanding. "Renxue invited me to her chambers."
Bibi Dong nodded slowly, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a soft, almost shy smile touched her lips. "Go then," she urged gently. "Don't keep her waiting." She leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek, a gesture both maternal and subtly possessive. "Happy fourteenth birthday, my Qing'er."
With a final, warm look, she turned and swept gracefully from the hall, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the pounding anticipation for what awaited him in Qian Renxue's private sanctuary.
He took a deep breath, smoothed his robes, and turned towards the corridor leading to her chambers.
'An unforgettable gift…' The words echoed. What did she have planned?
He reached her door, grander, more ornate than most, signifying her unique status. He knocked softly.
A moment of silence, then her voice, clear and melodic, came from within. "Enter, Qing."
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The chamber was dimly lit, scented with lilac and something else… something warm and intoxicatingly feminine. Soft music played almost inaudibly from somewhere unseen.
And then he saw them.
His breath hitched. His eyes widened.
Qian Renxue was there, yes. But she wasn't alone.
Standing beside her, near the center of the room, radiating an aura of serene power mixed with palpable anticipation, was his Teacher. Bibi Dong.
And neither of them was wearing robes.
Qian Renxue wore an impossibly delicate creation of shimmering gold silk, little more than strategically placed triangles and thin straps that barely concealed her nipples and the juncture of her thighs. Her golden hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, her skin glowing, her voluptuous curves displayed with breathtaking boldness. Her purple eyes burned with possessive promise as they met his.
Bibi Dong stood beside her, an equally scandalous vision in deep crimson lace this time, even more revealing than the silk from their last encounter. The intricate lace barely veiled her magnificent breasts, leaving her dusky areolas clearly visible. The matching crimson lace thong dipped impossibly low, framing the shadowed secrets below, showcasing the pale skin of her stomach and hips. Her rose pink hair seemed darker, more vibrant against the crimson. Her gaze held a mixture of shy excitement and determined offering.
They stood together, mother and daughter, side-by-side, presenting a tableau of unimaginable beauty and forbidden temptation. Two goddesses of sensuality, offering themselves completely.
Song Qing felt his mind go blank for a second, overwhelmed by the sheer visual impact, the audacity of the scene. His throat went dry. His pulse hammered against his ribs.
"Qing'er…" Bibi Dong murmured, her voice soft, slightly trembling. She took a tentative step forward, reaching for his hand. "Your gift…"
Qian Renxue stepped forward simultaneously, taking his other hand. "Our gift," she corrected softly, her eyes locking with his, intense and challenging. "Happy birthday, Qing."
They gently guided him further into the room, towards the large, plush bed that dominated the space.
Bibi Dong leaned close, her warm breath ghosting against his ear, her magnificent breasts brushing against his arm. "I know," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion and suppressed desire, referencing his earlier reluctance, "you told me… not yet… not properly…"
She pulled back slightly, meeting his stunned gaze, a blush staining her cheeks but her eyes holding a fierce, challenging light.
"But tonight, Qing'er," she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive, provocative purr, "is your birthday gift from us both."
She paused, letting the weight of the offer sink in.
"So, try to hold back… if you can."
Before the full impact of her challenge could register, Qian Renxue moved. With graceful fluidity, she sank onto the edge of the bed, leaning back against the pillows. Simultaneously, Bibi Dong moved beside her, mirroring the pose.
Together, mother and daughter lay partially reclined against the opulent headboard. They shifted slightly, adjusting their positions with deliberate slowness.
And then, with breathtaking synchronicity, they opened their legs.
Wide.
Presenting themselves to him utterly. An undeniable, explicit invitation.
The dim light caught the moisture glistening between their folds, highlighting the delicate pink flesh within. It was an offering of ultimate intimacy, profound vulnerability, and overwhelming temptation.
Song Qing stared, his mind reeling, his body reacting instantly, fiercely. His erection strained painfully against the confines of his robes, a visceral response to the sight before him.
Two women. The most powerful, most beautiful, most significant women in his life. Offering him everything. Together.
His gift.
The challenge echoed. Hold back if you can.
A predatory grin spread across Song Qing's face. Hold back? Tonight? Not a chance in the abyss.