Chapter 476: Three Months of Taming

With the entire outer villa completely pacified and guarded by Second Prince Huang Xuan’s and the Consorts’ own Half-Step Martial Emperor protectors—who faithfully believed they were guarding a sacred three-month cultivation retreat—the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse became Alaric’s private training ground.

During the first two weeks of the seclusion, Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu, clung stubbornly to the tatters of her palace dignity, while Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er alternated between weeping pleas and helpless, trembling terror whenever Alaric approached their cushions.

Alaric showed neither of them an ounce of softness.

He knew that women of their status—seasoned Martial Kings who had spent years navigating the ruthless hierarchy of Emperor Huang Long’s Inner Court—respected only absolute, overwhelming dominance. Giving them gentle words or room to breathe would only allow their loyalty to the Emperor to recover.

Instead, Alaric kept their Martial King meridians partially sealed so they could feel the full sensitivity of their mature flesh without being able to muster a single spark of offensive Qi, and kept both of them completely naked around the clock inside the steaming marble hall.

On the tenth afternoon of the first month, the warm mineral steam drifted lazily around the sunken crimson velvet divan set beside the central dragon pool.

Alaric sat reclined against the silk bolsters at the center of the divan. On his left and right, Guildmaster Lin Ruoli and Chief Auctioneer Ya Su—whom Alaric regularly teleported into the bathhouse from the western guest wing along with Princesses Huang Mei and Huang Hua, Gu Ling, and Ling Ying—were massaging his broad shoulders and pouring chilled spirit-wine into his goblet.

Directly in front of the divan, kneeling side by side on the wet marble tiles with their wrists bound behind their backs by thin cords of purple-gold mana, were Yan Ruyu and Ning Wan’er.

Ten straight days of relentless, marathon use had transformed both women into visions of ripe, debauched beauty.

Yan Ruyu still wore her silver-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of her nose—a detail Alaric insisted on keeping because it heightened the contrast between her severe, scholarly face and the shameless state of her body. Her towering court hairdo had long since come undone, leaving her glossy black hair spilling down over her massive, pale breasts, which were covered in faint purple suction marks and the glistening sheen of scented massage oil.

Beside her, Ning Wan’er knelt with her wide, fertile hips resting on her heels, her huge teardrop-shaped breasts resting heavily against Alaric’s left thigh while Yan Ruyu’s heavy chest pressed against his right thigh.

“You broke the wine cup this morning when Su Xinyue told you to clean the floor with your tongue, Ruyu,” Alaric said calmly, setting his goblet aside and tangling his fingers in Yan Ruyu’s thick black hair, tilting her spectacled face up toward his. “It seems ten days on your back hasn’t quite taught the Chief Arbiter of Palace Discipline how to use her mouth properly.”

Yan Ruyu glared up at him through her silver-rimmed lenses, though her cheeks were flushed a permanent, feverish pink and her breathing quickened noticeably the moment his fingers tightened in her hair.

“Kill me if you want, Alaric,” Yan Ruyu hissed, though her voice lacked the icy conviction it had held on the first night; deep down between her trembling thighs, her body was already growing warm and slick just from the scent of his skin and the passive pull of his [Emperor’s Presence] and [Resonant Heart]. “I may not be able to stop you from using my body by force… but I will never lower myself to sucking you like Mengxue and Xinyue!”

Right beside Yan Ruyu, Noble Consort Cui Yulan stepped out of the steaming pool completely naked, water droplets rolling down her tall, statuesque frame and her massive breasts as she walked over and stood behind Yan Ruyu.

“Do you remember what you told me on my second night in Azure Fall City, Sister Mengxue?” Cui Yulan asked with a cool, knowing smile as she reached down and gripped Yan Ruyu’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, while Zhao Mengxue knelt beside Ning Wan’er. “When a proud woman refuses to open her mouth for Master, we simply use her lower mouth until her upper mouth begs for a turn.”

Without another word, Alaric stood up, hauled Yan Ruyu effortlessly off her knees by her narrow waist, and bent her sharply over the high padded backrest of the velvet divan—right in front of Ning Wan’er’s face!

Parting Yan Ruyu’s plush, reddened buttocks with one hand, Alaric drove his thick, nine-inch shaft straight to the hilt inside her soaking-wet core in a single, punishing thrust!

*SLAP!*

“*AAAHHH—NNNNGH!*”

Yan Ruyu’s fierce glare shattered instantly behind her spectacles as her back arched and a long, shameless moan burst from her lips.

After ten days of being stretched and flooded by Alaric’s massive size dozens of times, Yan Ruyu’s mature inner passage had completely adapted to his shape—molding tightly around every ridge and vein of his shaft and gushing warm, slippery Yin nectar the instant he entered her!

“You claim you hate this, Sister Ruyu,” Su Xinyue teased mercilessly, kneeling on the divan in front of Yan Ruyu’s flushed face and holding up a polished bronze hand-mirror so Yan Ruyu was forced to look at her own reflection—seeing her silver-spectacled face twisted in raw, open-mouthed pleasure while her massive white breasts swung beneath her chest with every brutal thrust from behind! “Yet Master didn’t even have to oil you today! Your body was already dripping down your thighs the moment he grabbed your hair!”

“N-No… it’s only because of the hot spring steam… *Haaah! Ohhh!*” Yan Ruyu whimpered, her excuse sounding pathetic even to her own ears as Alaric gripped her wide hips and began hammering into her at a blistering pace, while his right hand reached underneath her belly to roughly rub her swollen, throbbing clit.

Every time Alaric’s pelvis slammed against her plump buttocks, Yan Ruyu’s hips involuntarily pushed backward to meet him—her experienced, mature body craving the deep, mind-numbing friction against her cervix that made her forget the Imperial Palace, her laws, and Emperor Huang Long entirely!

Meanwhile, kneeling on the marble floor right below Yan Ruyu’s trembling thighs, Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er was being coached directly by Zhao Mengxue and Princess Huang Hua, who had just slipped into the bathhouse through the subterranean passage with her sister Huang Mei.

“Look how hard Master is working on Sister Ruyu, Aunt Ning,” Princess Huang Hua purred, her wide, naked hips pressing against Ning Wan’er’s back as she guided Ning Wan’er’s face forward toward the underside of Alaric’s plunging shaft and his heavy, churning balls. “If you use your soft tongue to lick Master’s sac while he fucks her, he will reward you by opening one of your meridians and pouring his Yang essence straight into your womb next!”

Hearing the words of her own royal niece—and feeling the unbearable, hollow ache building inside her own dripping core after watching Yan Ruyu get pounded for twenty minutes straight—Ning Wan’er’s last shred of resistance cracked first.

Letting out a soft, needy whimper, the gentle, curvaceous Virtuous Consort leaned her head forward between Yan Ruyu’s parted thighs and extended her soft pink tongue—tentatively at first, and then with growing, desperate eagerness—lapping at Alaric’s heavy sac and the base of his wet, glistening shaft where it slid in and out of Yan Ruyu’s stretched pink folds!

“*Wan’er… you… Haaah!*” Yan Ruyu gasped, looking back over her shoulder in shock as she felt Ning Wan’er’s warm breath and tongue brushing against her own swollen lower lips every time Alaric’s cock slammed home—a sensation so intensely taboo and erotic that it pushed Yan Ruyu straight over the edge into a screaming, leg-shaking climax!

The moment Alaric pumped his thick, scalding load deep into Yan Ruyu’s convulsing womb and pulled out, Ning Wan’er didn’t wait to be forced. With her misty apricot eyes glazed over with desperate lust, the curvy zither mistress leaned forward and eagerly wrapped her plump pink lips around the flared, cum-coated head of Alaric’s shaft—sucking and licking him clean just as Zhao Mengxue and Su Xinyue had taught her, while wiggling her lush, heart-shaped rear invitingly in the air!

“P-Please, Master…” Ning Wan’er whimpered around the tip of his cock, her massive teardrop breasts rubbing against his knees as she looked up at him with watery, submissive eyes. “Wan’er cleaned it with her mouth… please put it inside Wan’er now… my womb feels so empty without your Yang energy!”

Seeing the gentle, virtuous Ning Wan’er openly begging for Alaric’s cock and sucking his seed right off his tip after it had just come out of her own womb dealt the final, fatal blow to Yan Ruyu’s psychological walls.

Over the remainder of the first month and throughout the entire second and third months of the seclusion, the dynamic inside the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse shifted from forced conquest into a feverish, competitive addiction.

Alaric gradually unsealed the Martial King meridians of both Yan Ruyu and Ning Wan’er during their daily sessions—allowing them to experience firsthand how his pure, Beast Emperor Yang essence didn’t just give them mind-shattering physical orgasms, but actively purified their dantians and expanded their cultivation foundations far beyond what Emperor Huang Long’s domineering Dragon Qi had ever done!

By the middle of the second month, Yan Ruyu no longer needed her wrists bound.

In fact, the tall, silver-spectacled Chief Arbiter of Palace Discipline became one of the most aggressive, demanding partners in the bathhouse—using her Late-Stage Martial King leg strength to lock her long, pale legs around Alaric’s waist in the deep thermal pool, bouncing her wide hips relentlessly up and down on his nine-inch shaft while pressing her massive, wet breasts against his face and begging him in a husky, breathless voice to spank her ass harder and fill her womb until she couldn’t walk!

And right beside her, Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er had restrung her seven-string jade zither—not to fight, but to play soft, deeply erotic melodies while sitting naked on Alaric’s lap, her massive breasts swaying against her forearms as she plucked the strings in rhythm with the deep, wet thrusts of his cock buried inside her soaking passage!

Even when Princess Gu Ling, Ling Ying, Princess Huang Mei, Princess Huang Hua, Lin Ruoli, and Ya Su visited the bathhouse through the underground conduit, Yan Ruyu and Ning Wan’er showed zero shame—happily joining the other women in servicing Alaric across the marble ledges, competing to see whose mature, voluptuous body could milk more loads from their Master before dawn.

On the final night of the third month, inside the steam-filled master chamber of the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse, Alaric sat upon the elevated marble dragon seat at the head of the pool.

Straddling his muscular lap facing him was Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu, while kneeling between his parted knees on the submerged marble step—her soft hands cupping his heavy balls and her tongue swirling worshipfully around the base of his shaft where it disappeared into Yan Ruyu’s dripping core—was Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er.

Around them in the warm, glowing water, Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue leaned against the marble armrests, their naked, curvaceous bodies glistening as they caressed Yan Ruyu’s heaving back and fondled Ning Wan’er’s heavy breasts.

“*Ahhh… Yes, Master! Deeper… right there!*” Yan Ruyu cried out, her silver-rimmed spectacles fogged with steam as she threw her head back, her massive white breasts bouncing against Alaric’s chin while she ground her hips down onto his lap with all her Late-Stage Martial King strength. “Forget Emperor Huang Long… Ruyu’s body, Ruyu’s sword, and Ruyu’s womb belong only to you, Master! Breed your obedient arbiter!”

“And Wan’er too, Master!” Ning Wan’er moaned breathily against his thigh, rubbing her massive teardrop breasts against his shin as she licked up the hot nectar trickling down from their joined hips. “When we return to the Inner Court, Sister Ruyu and I will unlock every palace gate for you… just never stop filling us like this!”

With a final, powerful upward thrust into Yan Ruyu’s spasming depths—followed by pulling out to bury his pulsing crown straight down into Ning Wan’er’s eager, waiting mouth and then flipping the curvy zither mistress onto her back on the marble ledge to flood her womb to the brim one last time before dawn—both women trembled in synchronized, soul-deep surrender, their hearts and minds completely overwritten with fanatical devotion to the man above them.

In the quiet of Alaric’s mind, three simple translucent blue notifications appeared and faded silently:

[System Notification: Target Conquered – Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu (Late-Stage Martial King)]

[System Notification: Target Conquered – Virtuous Consort Ning, Ning Wan’er (Mid-Stage Martial King)]

[System Notification: The Emperor’s Ladder Progress: 5/10]

‘Half of Emperor Huang Long’s top Martial King wives are now securely in my hand,’ Alaric thought, a slow, satisfied smile curving his lips as he stroked the damp hair of the five breathless Imperial Consorts curled naked around his legs in the steaming water. ‘And both Yan Ruyu’s cultivation and Ning Wan’er’s foundation have risen a full half-step from three months of my Yang essence, giving them all the proof they need to show the Second Prince and the Emperor.’

When the morning sun rose over the peaks of Cloud-Mist Province on the ninetieth day, the heavy bronze gates of the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse finally swung wide open.

Waiting respectfully in the outer marble courtyard with Second Prince Huang Xuan were Princesses Huang Mei and Huang Hua, Princess Gu Ling, Ling Ying, Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, Commander Jin, and Elder Gu Shan—along with Physician Alaric, who had teleported back to the western guest wing an hour earlier and walked out calmly behind Lin Ruoli and Ya Su.

Stepping out of the bathhouse side by side in immaculate court regalia were all five Imperial Consorts: Noble Consort Cui Yulan, Imperial Consort De (Yan Ruyu), Imperial Consort Xian (Zhao Mengxue), Imperial Consort Shu (Su Xinyue), and Virtuous Consort Ning (Ning Wan’er).

To the eyes of Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, and Second Prince Huang Xuan, the five Imperial Consorts looked breathtakingly radiant, their Martial King auras denser, purer, and more formidable than ever before. None of the guards or the smiling Second Prince had the faintest idea that beneath their heavy silk court robes, all five of Emperor Huang Long’s revered wives were still carrying the warm, heavy loads of Alaric’s seed sealed deep inside their wombs from an hour ago!

“Congratulations on completing your closed-door cultivation, Aunt Ning, Esteemed Consorts!” Second Prince Huang Xuan bowed eagerly, stepping forward. “What are your final conclusions regarding the eastern army and the central provinces?”

Adjusting the silver-rimmed spectacles on her nose, Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu, stepped forward and unrolled a formal jade-and-gold Imperial Commission Decree stamped with both her Palace Discipline Seal and Ning Wan’er’s Heart-Mirror Seal.

“Second Prince Huang Xuan, hear the official verdict of the Inner Court Commission,” Yan Ruyu declared in her crisp, unimpeachable voice. “First, the foundations of Noble Consort Cui, Imperial Consort Xian, and Imperial Consort Shu are completely pure, and their military command at Azure Fall City was flawless. Noble Consort Cui shall retain absolute command of the seventy thousand Northeastern Vanguard troops!”

Second Prince Huang Xuan’s smile stiffened slightly, though before he could protest, his own biological aunt, Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er, stepped forward with a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Furthermore, Xuan’er,” Ning Wan’er said softly, handing him a second sealed scroll, “to ensure that the northern and eastern borders are properly supplied while His Majesty guards the capital against the Rimefrost Imperium, Sister Ruyu and I have jointly decreed that the tax revenues, grain depots, and martial checkpoints of Cloud-Mist Province and its three neighboring prefectures shall be placed under a unified Wartime Logistics Directorate—jointly administered by Noble Consort Cui, Princesses Huang Mei and Huang Hua, and the Jade Serpent and Gilded Lotus Guilds, while you escort these five Dragon-Nourishing Jade Talismans back to His Majesty in the capital with our praise for your service!”

Having been handed five genuine, spirit-infused jade talismans that would earn him high praise from Emperor Huang Long—and unable to overrule the combined legal and spiritual authority of all five Imperial Consorts including his own aunt—Second Prince Huang Xuan bowed his head and accepted the decree without suspecting a thing.

And as the five Imperial Consorts turned to walk toward their waiting carriages, both the glacial Yan Ruyu and the gentle Ning Wan’er let their gazes brush past the humble gray-robed physician standing quietly beside the steps—their fair cheeks warming with a secret, lustful blush as their inner thighs pressed tightly together beneath their royal silks.