Chapter 246: Humiliating Lin Yun
Zhen Qiuyue’s moans filled the cave, her body arching against Wang Li as he thrust into her relentlessly. The contrast between the pleasure she was experiencing and the chaos Lin Yun was suffering created a heady atmosphere of dominance and satisfaction.
“He’s barely holding on now,” Wang Li muttered, his voice low and rough as his eyes flickered between the screen and Zhen Qiuyue’s writhing form. His hand, still maintaining control over the formation, trembled with the dual sensations of power and lust. “Look at him… still trying, but his strength’s gone. His allies won’t follow him after this.”
Zhen Qiuyue gasped, her nails digging into Wang Li’s back as she bucked against him. “He’s a fool,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with both amusement and desire. “Always was. Arrogant, overconfident… and now everyone can see him for what he truly is.”
Wang Li’s hands roamed over her body, his grip possessive, firm. Her breasts, round and full, bounced with each of his movements, her skin slick with sweat as their bodies crashed together. His eyes were half-lidded, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced back at the Vision Talisman. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Watching him fail, watching him be torn apart by his own weaknesses… while we enjoy this.”
Zhen Qiuyue moaned in response, her hips grinding against him. “Yes… yes… it’s perfect. You planned it so well, Wang Li. Every trap is making him look weaker. His allies are already doubting him. Soon… he’ll have nothing left.”
Wang Li grunted in pleasure, pulling her harder against him as he thrust deeper. “Let him keep struggling. The more he tries, the more he exposes himself as the fraud he is. His men are watching him fail… one by one, they’ll abandon him.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s head fell back, her body trembling with ecstasy. “And you… you control it all,” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “You’re in control… of everything. Even me…”
Wang Li chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening on her hips. “I am. You, Lin Yun, this entire situation… it’s all mine to control.” He leaned forward, biting gently at her neck, feeling her shiver in response. “I can do whatever I want…”
Zhen Qiuyue’s body quaked beneath his touch, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She reveled in the sensation of being completely dominated, both by his body and his mind. Her eyes flickered back to the Vision Talisman, watching as Lin Yun continued his futile attempts to escape, his movements sluggish, his power waning.
Wang Li’s thrusts grew faster, more forceful, as he felt the power of the situation wash over him. Each movement of his hips was a statement of control, of dominance. “He’s almost done,” Wang Li growled, his breath hot against Zhen Qiuyue’s skin. “It won’t be long now. He’ll fall… and when he does, everyone will know he’s nothing.”
Zhen Qiuyue moaned loudly, her body arching beneath him. “Yes… yes… they’ll all see… that Lin Yun is nothing… and you’re everything.”
The cave was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, mingled with the soft hum of the array formations as they continued to work. Wang Li’s focus on maintaining the formations was unshaken, even as he took Zhen Qiuyue harder, deeper, his body moving with primal intensity.
His eyes, dark with lust and satisfaction, flicked to the Vision Talisman once more. Lin Yun was now barely standing, his legs trembling as he fought against the last of the draining arrays. His subordinates were scattered, disorganized, many of them looking at their leader with growing disappointment.
Wang Li’s lips curled into a sneer. “There… look at him now. Broken, beaten. Not a hero, not a leader—just a man who’s been exposed for what he truly is.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s body convulsed beneath him, her moans rising to a crescendo as she reached her climax. Her nails dug into Wang Li’s skin, her back arching as waves of pleasure rippled through her. “Oh… Wang Li… yes… yes!”
Her words, laced with desire and admiration, only fueled Wang Li’s lust further. He gripped her hips tightly, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. His breath came in harsh, ragged gasps as he buried himself inside her, reveling in the power he held over both her and Lin Yun.
With one final thrust, Wang Li groaned deeply, his body shuddering as he reached his peak. He held Zhen Qiuyue against him, their bodies pressed together as they shared the moment of ecstasy. Slowly, his breathing began to calm, though the intensity in his gaze never faded.
Zhen Qiuyue, panting softly, collapsed against his chest, her body limp with satisfaction. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile on her lips. “You’re incredible,” she whispered, her voice dripping with admiration.
Wang Li chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course I am,” he said, his tone casual, but with an unmistakable edge of arrogance. “I always have been.”
He gently pushed her off him, standing up to adjust his robes. His eyes flicked back to the Vision Talisman, where Lin Yun now lay on the ground, panting and covered in sweat. His remaining subordinates stood around him, looking lost and uncertain. They no longer saw a leader; they saw a broken man.
Wang Li smirked, his chest swelling with satisfaction. “Look at him now,” he muttered. “A shell of the man he once was.”
Zhen Qiuyue slowly sat up, pulling her robe back around her body. “He won’t recover from this,” she said, her voice still breathy from their lovemaking. “His reputation is in ruins. His men won’t follow him after this.”
Wang Li nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Exactly as planned. Now, he’s finished. The Devil Sects will see him for what he truly is—a failure, a coward. And I’ll be the one to rise in his place.”
Zhen Qiuyue smiled, her eyes gleaming with admiration as she watched Wang Li. “You’ve orchestrated everything perfectly,” she said softly. “There’s no one who can match your cunning.”
Wang Li’s smirk widened, his gaze cold and calculating as he looked down at Lin Yun’s broken form on the screen. “That’s right. I’m not just stronger than him—I’m smarter, more ruthless. I’ve always known how to take him apart, piece by piece.”
Zhen Qiuyue stood, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her body against his back. “And now you’ll take everything from him,” she whispered in his ear. “His power, his allies… his women.”
Wang Li chuckled darkly, his eyes flickering with anticipation. “Oh, I will. Lin Yun’s downfall is only the beginning. Soon, everything he ever held dear will be mine.”
Zhen Qiuyue kissed the back of his neck, her lips soft against his skin. “And I’ll be by your side the whole time.”
Wang Li turned, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Of course you will,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine, after all.”
She smiled up at him, her eyes full of adoration and lust. “Always.”
Wang Li turned back to the Vision Talisman, watching as Lin Yun’s men finally began to retreat, leaving their broken leader behind. He knew that this was only the first step in his plan. Lin Yun was finished, but there were still others who stood in his way. But with Zhen Qiuyue at his side and his enemies crumbling before him, Wang Li knew one thing for certain:
No one could stop him now.
