Chapter 219: Sex With Concubines of Lin Zhenguan
Qing Lian’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at their joined hands. She wanted to pull away, to push him back and assert her dominance, but something in his gaze, in the quiet confidence of his touch, made her hesitate. She had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of her relationships, but with Wang Li, it was different. He wasn’t trying to overpower her; he was challenging her, inviting her to meet him as an equal.
And that was something Qing Lian found impossible to resist.
Without a word, she stepped closer, her free hand coming up to rest on Wang Li’s chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his robes. For a moment, they simply stood there, close enough to feel each other’s breath, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
Then, in a move that surprised even herself, Qing Lian leaned in and kissed him. It was a fierce, hungry kiss, one that demanded everything and gave nothing in return. Wang Li responded in kind, matching her intensity with his own, his hands sliding down to grasp her waist and pull her closer. The kiss was a clash of wills, a fiery exchange that left them both breathless and wanting more.
When they finally broke apart, Qing Lian was panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. “You’re playing with fire, Wang Li,” she warned him again, though her voice lacked its previous conviction.
Wang Li chuckled, his hands still resting on her hips. “Then let’s burn together, Qing Lian.”
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As the days turned into weeks, Wang Li’s influence over the women in Lin Zhenguan’s harem grew stronger. Each of them responded to him in different ways, but all were drawn into his web of seduction, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence. Lady Ying Yue, Lady Mei Hua, Lady Qing Lian, and even Lady Xiao Xiang, the shyest and most reserved of the group, found themselves increasingly entangled in his advances.
Lady Xiao Xiang had always been the most elusive, her gentle and quiet demeanor making her difficult to approach. She was the kind of woman who preferred solitude, spending her days in the serene gardens of the harem palace, surrounded by flowers and the soft sounds of nature. Wang Li knew that to win her over, he would need to be patient, to approach her with the same care and attention she gave to the delicate blooms she tended.
One afternoon, as Xiao Xiang was kneeling by a pond, arranging a bouquet of lotus flowers, Wang Li approached her silently. She didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in her task, but when he knelt beside her, she started slightly, her wide eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“Leader Wang Li,” she greeted him softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. “What brings you here?”
Wang Li smiled, his eyes warm and inviting. “I was just passing by and saw you here. The flowers are beautiful, but they pale in comparison to your beauty, Xiao Xiang.”
Xiao Xiang blushed at the compliment, her gaze dropping to the flowers in her hands. “You flatter me, Leader Wang Li. I’m just a simple woman… there’s nothing special about me.”
Wang Li reached out, gently lifting her chin so that she was forced to look at him. “You’re wrong, Xiao Xiang. You have a beauty that is rare and precious, like these lotus flowers. Delicate, yet strong… pure, yet full of hidden depths. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Xiao Xiang’s heart fluttered at his words, her blush deepening. She had always been shy, unsure of herself and her place in the world. The other women in the harem were more confident, more assertive, and she often felt overshadowed by them. But Wang Li’s words made her feel seen, truly seen, for the first time.
“Thank you, Leader Wang Li,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “That means more to me than you know.”
Wang Li smiled, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment longer before he pulled back. “You don’t need to thank me, Xiao Xiang. I’m simply speaking the truth. And I would very much like to spend more time with you… if you’ll allow me.”
Xiao Xiang hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn’t, knew that it was dangerous to get too close to Wang Li, but the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel—it was intoxicating. Against her better judgment, she nodded.
“I… I would like that too,” she admitted softly.
Wang Li’s smile widened, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Then it’s settled. I’ll come by whenever I can, and we can spend time together. Just the two of us.”
And so, Wang Li began to visit Xiao Xiang regularly, each time drawing her further into his web. He was always gentle with her, never pushing too hard, but slowly, surely, he began to break down her defenses. He would sit with her by the pond, talking softly as she arranged flowers, his presence a comforting and steadying force. He would compliment her, make her laugh, and gradually, he began to touch her more—his hand on her shoulder, a light caress of her cheek, a lingering brush of his fingers against hers.
Xiao Xiang found herself looking forward to these visits, her heart fluttering with anticipation whenever she heard his footsteps approaching. She knew it was wrong, knew that she was betraying Lin Zhenguan, but she couldn’t help herself. Wang Li made her feel special, made her feel desired, and that was something she had never experienced before.
One evening, as they sat together in the fading light of the day, Wang Li reached out and took her hand in his. Xiao Xiang looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, but she didn’t pull away.
“Xiao Xiang,” Wang Li said softly, his voice filled with tenderness, “I’ve grown very fond of you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want to be closer to you. But I don’t want to rush you… I want you to be comfortable, to want this as much as I do.”
Xiao Xiang’s heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She knew what he was asking, knew what it would mean if she said yes. But the way he looked at her, the way he held her hand, so warm and gentle—how could she refuse?
“I… I want that too,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Wang Li smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction. He leaned in and kissed her—softly, gently, a kiss that spoke of promise and desire. Xiao Xiang’s eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her body relaxing as she gave in to the feelings she had been trying to deny for so long.
As the kiss deepened, Wang Li’s hands began to explore her body, moving slowly, reverently, as if he were worshipping her. Xiao Xiang trembled beneath his touch, her breath hitching as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. It was a feeling unlike any she had ever experienced, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch, her body craving more.
Wang Li’s hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her again, this time with more urgency. Xiao Xiang responded eagerly, her hands clutching at his robes as she surrendered completely to the moment. All thoughts of propriety, of loyalty to Lin Zhenguan, vanished from her mind as she lost herself in the pleasure of Wang Li’s touch.
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Over time, Wang Li’s influence over the women in Lin Zhenguan’s harem grew stronger and more pervasive. Each of them, in their own way, became enamored with him, drawn to his magnetic presence and the forbidden allure of their secret meetings.
Wang Li knew exactly how to play each of them, tailoring his approach to suit their tastes and personalities.
Wang Li’s mission within the Lin Family had reached its conclusion. When Lin Zhenguan returned to his mansion, he summoned Wang Li to a private meeting, where the patriarch delivered his decision. The atmosphere was thick with formality as the two men faced each other across the vast expanse of Lin Zhenguan’s private study.
“Leader Wang Li,” Lin Zhenguan began, his voice measured and deliberate, “after careful consideration, my family has decided that we cannot enter into a formal alliance with your Holy Devil Dragon Sect.”
Wang Li nodded, already anticipating the Lin Family’s reluctance. The Lin Family was cautious, especially given the controversial reputation of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect. The sect’s dark arts and ruthless methods made them a powerful ally, but also a dangerous one. However, Wang Li remained unfazed, his expression calm as he awaited Lin Zhenguan’s next words.
