Chapter 220: Secrets Of Lin Family
“However,” Lin Zhenguan continued, his gaze steady, “we recognize the strength of your sect and the potential threats you may face from external forces, particularly from devils and demonic sects. Therefore, while we will not form a formal alliance, the Lin Family will offer support should you be attacked by such enemies. But understand this clearly—if your conflict is with another sect or a cultivation family, we will not intervene. We must protect our own interests first and foremost.”
Wang Li inclined his head slightly, a gesture of acceptance. “I appreciate your honesty, Patriarch Lin. The support of the Lin Family, even under these conditions, is valuable to us. I accept your terms.”
Lin Zhenguan studied him for a moment, as if weighing the sincerity of Wang Li’s words, then nodded in return. “Very well. I wish your sect success in all your endeavors, Leader Wang Li.”
With that, the formalities were concluded, and Wang Li prepared to take his leave. He and his entourage gathered their belongings and made the journey back to the Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s base, a formidable stronghold nestled deep within a range of dark, mist-shrouded mountains. The journey was uneventful, and upon their return, Wang Li immediately took steps to ensure the stability and security of his sect, reinforcing defenses and consolidating his power.
Yet, even as Wang Li busied himself with the affairs of his sect, his thoughts kept drifting back to the Lin Family mansion—and more specifically, to the harem palace of Lin Zhenguan. The seductive allure of the women he had encountered during his stay was too strong to resist, and he found himself yearning for one more encounter with them.
One night, when the moon hung high in the sky and the sect was quiet, Wang Li made his decision. Cloaking himself in a powerful invisibility technique that rendered him undetectable even to the most sensitive of spiritual senses, he left his base and returned to the Lin Family’s mansion.
He moved like a shadow through the silent corridors, his steps soundless as he made his way straight to the harem palace. The familiar, intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood greeted him as he slipped inside, a ghostly figure in the dimly lit halls. He knew his way well by now, having memorized the layout during his previous visits.
Wang Li’s first destination was Lady Ying Yue’s chamber. The confident, fiery woman had always been a challenge to him, but he had sensed the hidden desires beneath her fierce exterior. He entered her room without a sound, his presence undetectable. Ying Yue was sitting by her vanity, brushing her long, silky hair, lost in thought.
Wang Li dispelled his invisibility and appeared behind her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. Ying Yue gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in the mirror as she saw him.
“Wang Li!” she hissed, her voice low and urgent. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t—”
Her words were cut off as Wang Li leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, his hands sliding from her shoulders to her waist. “Shh,” he whispered against her skin, his voice a seductive murmur. “I couldn’t stay away, Ying Yue. You’ve been on my mind ever since I left.”
Ying Yue’s resistance faltered under the onslaught of his touch, her body betraying her as a shiver of pleasure ran through her. “This is dangerous,” she breathed, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she arched her neck slightly, allowing him better access as his lips trailed along her skin.
Wang Li’s hands roamed over her voluptuous body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips with practiced ease. He turned her to face him, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Ying Yue moaned softly into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire that had been simmering between them for weeks.
Their clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, and Wang Li guided Ying Yue to the bed, his hands and lips never leaving her body. He worshipped her with every touch, every kiss, savoring the taste of her skin and the feel of her beneath him. Ying Yue responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair as she urged him closer.
When Wang Li finally entered her, the world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them lost in a haze of passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust and moan building towards an explosive climax that left them both trembling with pleasure.
Afterwards, as they lay entwined in each other’s arms, Ying Yue confided in Wang Li, sharing secrets she had never spoken aloud. She told him about the internal struggles within the Lin Family, about the growing tension between Lin Zhenguan’s heirs as they vied for their father’s favor. She spoke of hidden alliances and whispered betrayals, of plans to seize control of the family’s vast resources once Lin Zhenguan was gone.
Wang Li listened intently, storing away every detail for future use. He knew that this information would be invaluable in his future dealings with the Lin Family, and he was determined to exploit it to the fullest.
But his night was far from over.
Leaving Ying Yue’s chamber, Wang Li moved on to the next woman in Lin Zhenguan’s harem: Lady Mei Hua. The seductive and playful concubine had been a willing participant in their previous encounters, and Wang Li knew that she would welcome him eagerly.
He found Mei Hua lounging in her private garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her delicate features. She was reclining on a chaise, dressed in a sheer robe that did little to hide her voluptuous curves. When Wang Li appeared before her, she smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Back for more, Leader Wang Li?” she purred, stretching languidly as she beckoned him closer. “I was hoping you’d return.”
Wang Li wasted no time, joining her on the chaise and pulling her into his arms. Mei Hua’s laughter was like music to his ears as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands tugging at his robes. Their kiss was heated, filled with the pent-up desire that had been building between them since their last encounter.
Mei Hua was a skilled lover, her body moving with practiced grace as she teased and tempted him. Wang Li relished the feel of her soft skin against his, the way she responded to his every touch with breathless sighs and moans. Their coupling was intense, a wild and passionate dance that left them both sated and content.
As they lay together in the aftermath, Mei Hua shared her own secrets with Wang Li. She spoke of her position within the harem, of the delicate balance of power between the concubines and wives. She revealed the hidden rivalries and alliances, the subtle manipulations that kept the harem in a constant state of intrigue. Mei Hua was well-connected within the Lin Family, and she knew more than most about the inner workings of the household.
Wang Li absorbed every word, his mind already racing with plans for how he could use this information to his advantage. The more he learned, the more he realized just how fractured the Lin Family was beneath its polished surface.
His next stop was Lady Qing Lian’s chamber. The proud and fiery woman had been a challenge from the beginning, but Wang Li had enjoyed every moment of their cat-and-mouse game. He found her pacing in her room, clearly agitated, but when she saw him, her expression softened.
“You’re relentless,” she muttered, though there was no anger in her voice.
Wang Li approached her with a confident smile. “You like that about me.”
Qing Lian huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe I do.”
Their banter quickly turned into something more as Wang Li closed the distance between them, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Qing Lian resisted at first, as was her nature, but it didn’t take long for her defenses to crumble. She had always been attracted to his strength and confidence, and now, in the privacy of her chamber, she allowed herself to give in to those desires.
Wang Li took his time with Qing Lian, savoring the way her body responded to his touch. She was a passionate lover, her fiery personality translating into their lovemaking. Every kiss, every touch was intense, filled with the same fire that had drawn him to her in the first place.
Afterwards, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Qing Lian opened up to Wang Li in a way she hadn’t before. She spoke of her frustrations with the Lin Family, of how she felt stifled by the expectations placed on her. She revealed that she had been quietly supporting one of Lin Zhenguan’s less favored heirs, hoping to position him as a dark horse in the race for succession.
Wang Li listened intently as Qing Lian poured out her frustrations and ambitions, her voice tinged with the fiery determination that had always defined her. She spoke of her desire to break free from the stifling constraints of her position within the Lin Family, to carve out a space where she could wield power on her own terms. Her support for the underdog heir was a calculated move, a gamble that could pay off if the tides of fortune turned in their favor.
