Chapter 238: Zhen Qiuyue Gets Conquered In Private Meeting (R-18)
In his private chamber, Wang Li sat in a large ornate chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His eyes, glowing faintly with the power of his Heavenly Fate Pupils, were fixed on the door as he awaited his guest.
Tonight’s meeting would be different from any before—he had a plan in mind, one that extended far beyond mere negotiation.
Zhen Qiuyue, Lin Yun’s most trusted commander, was coming to meet him alone. He had deliberately arranged the situation to ensure her isolation and vulnerability.
Zhen Qiuyue, known for her ruthless efficiency on the battlefield and her loyalty to Lin Yun, was a formidable opponent.
But it wasn’t just her skills that had caught Wang Li’s attention. Her beauty was well-known across the cultivation world—voluptuous curves, large, full breasts, and a waist that tapered into wide, seductive hips. She was, in Wang Li’s eyes, the perfect woman to conquer next.
The door creaked open, and Zhen Qiuyue stepped in. She wore a form-fitting black robe, embroidered with red and silver symbols of her Devil Sect. The outfit clung to her body, accentuating every curve, while the slit along the side of her skirt revealed a glimpse of her toned leg as she walked. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back, and her sharp, intense gaze locked onto Wang Li.
“Patriarch Wang,” she greeted him coldly, her voice filled with a sense of authority. “I was told you had a proposal for me. I’m not here to waste time, so speak plainly.”
Wang Li chuckled softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as she stood before him, radiating power and confidence. “Direct, I like that.” He stood, walking toward her with slow, deliberate steps. “I’ll get straight to the point, then.”
He stopped in front of her, their gazes locking in a tense silence. Zhen Qiuyue’s dark eyes were fierce, but there was no fear in them, only curiosity mixed with suspicion.
“I want you to switch sides,” Wang Li said smoothly. “Join me, and abandon Lin Yun. You’re smart enough to see that he’s fighting a losing battle. Aligning yourself with me is the best path forward. You’ll have power, resources, and more than that—protection.”
Zhen Qiuyue raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, mocking smile. “You think I’ll betray Lin Yun? Just because you offer me a few promises of power? Do you even know who you’re talking to, Wang Li?”
Wang Li chuckled again, clearly unfazed by her resistance. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to. Lin Yun’s most trusted commander, the fearsome Zhen Qiuyue, who has led his forces to victory time and time again. But even you must realize that Lin Yun is grasping at straws now. He can’t protect you from what’s coming.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, stern expression. “I don’t need protection. And I certainly don’t need to ally myself with someone like you.”
She turned on her heel, intending to leave the room, but as soon as she reached the door, her body collided with something invisible—an energy barrier. She stepped back, her eyes narrowing in anger as she turned to face Wang Li.
“What is this?” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration. “You think trapping me here will change anything?”
Wang Li stood where he was, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow, almost predatory smile spreading across his face. “You’re right. Trapping you won’t change anything.” He took a step forward, his eyes scanning her voluptuous form with clear intent. “But I have other methods of persuasion.”
Zhen Qiuyue glared at him, her body tense, ready for a fight. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would,” Wang Li whispered, his voice dripping with confidence as he closed the distance between them. His gaze roamed over her curves, from her full breasts to her wide hips. “You see, if you won’t willingly help me, I’ll make you.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver through her body despite herself. “I’ve conquered stronger women than you, Zhen Qiuyue. And they all eventually submit. You’ll be no different.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s heart raced in her chest, anger and defiance warring with the undeniable pull of his presence. “You’re disgusting,” she spat, but her voice faltered slightly as his fingers trailed down her neck, grazing her collarbone.
Wang Li’s smile widened as he sensed her resistance weakening, just slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he murmured, his hands sliding down her sides until they rested on her hips. He pulled her closer, his lips hovering near her ear as he whispered, “You’ll serve me, Qiuyue. One way or another.”
Before she could respond, Wang Li’s hand slipped to the sash of her robe, undoing it with a swift motion. Zhen Qiuyue gasped, her body stiffening in shock as her robe fell open, revealing her naked form beneath. Her large, full breasts bounced slightly as the fabric fell away, and Wang Li’s eyes darkened with desire.
“What are you doing?!” she hissed, but her voice was breathless, her body reacting to the situation in ways she couldn’t control.
Wang Li leaned in, his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, “Claiming what’s mine.”
In one swift movement, he pushed her back against the wall, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his body against hers. Zhen Qiuyue’s breath hitched as she felt the hardness of him through his clothes, her mind spinning with a mixture of fury and unwanted desire.
“You think you can break me?” she growled, her hands pushing weakly against his chest.
Wang Li chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. “I know I can.”
Without waiting for a response, he captured her lips in a forceful, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over her body as he pressed her harder against the wall. Zhen Qiuyue moaned softly despite herself, her body betraying her as she responded to his touch.
Wang Li’s hands moved to her breasts, kneading them roughly as his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her skin. Zhen Qiuyue gasped, her hands clenching into fists as she fought to maintain control.
“You’ll enjoy this,” Wang Li whispered against her skin, his voice low and commanding. “And when I’m done, you’ll be begging to serve me.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s resistance melted away as Wang Li’s hands continued to explore her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t extinguish. Her body arched into his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he claimed her with a mixture of force and skill.
Wang Li’s lips found her nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand moved between her legs, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, her body trembling with need.
“You’re mine now, Qiuyue,” Wang Li growled against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “And you’ll serve me, whether you like it or not.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s mind was a blur of sensation and confusion. She hated him, hated the way he was controlling her, but her body was betraying her with every touch, every kiss. She wanted to fight, to push him away, but the pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out her defiance.
Wang Li wasted no time in taking her completely, his movements powerful and deliberate as he claimed her body for his own. Zhen Qiuyue moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her with relentless force. Her body responded to him instinctively, her hips moving in rhythm with his as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“You feel that?” Wang Li whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to move inside her. “That’s power, Qiuyue. My power. And now, it’s yours.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s nails dug into his back as her climax hit her like a wave, her body trembling and shaking as she cried out in pleasure. Wang Li followed soon after, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he released himself inside her, marking her as his.
For a moment, the room was silent, save for their ragged breathing. Wang Li pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with a victorious smirk.
“Now,” he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek, “you’ll serve me, won’t you, Qiuyue?”
Zhen Qiuyue’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She hated herself for what had just happened, but deep down, she knew the truth. Wang Li had broken her, just as he had claimed he would.
“I…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes… Patriarch.”
