Chapter 1386: Consort: The Head Maid’s Unpaid Debt

Consort blinked, not yet recovered from the kiss and the warmth that moved through her body. "What?"

"What you wanted, remember?"

Phei smiled. "For helping me."

Understanding entered her eyes; her expression shifted immediately toward refusal.

Phei saw it coming and tightened his arm slightly before she could escape the subject.

"Without you, taking that Coffer would’ve been a hell of a lot harder. Maybe impossible under the circumstances. And that isn’t even counting everything else I walked away with afterward. The Coffer alone changed a ridiculous amount, and then there were all those powerful beings I got."

Consort looked away slightly. "You don’t owe me anything."

"I didn’t say I owed you."

"You were going to succeed anyway," she replied, though the words arrived with just enough hesitation to betray how flustered she still was. "You were... you know."

Phei raised an eyebrow. "I was what?"

Consort looked at him.

Phei waited.

Her eyes narrowed...he laughed.

"Exactly. That’s what I thought."

She exhaled softly. "I don’t want to impose."

"Nonsense." His answer came immediately.

Phei lifted one hand from her waist and gently moved a pink strand of her hair from her face. "It’s not an imposition, Consort. You helped me. A lot. Taking credit when you deserve it isn’t greed."

She remained stubbornly quiet.

Phei studied her for several seconds and eventually smiled because he already understood what the problem was.

’She is shy?’

That almost made him laugh aloud.

This woman. This tiny, gorgeous woman who floated in front of him in a short kimono with enough killing intent to turn most cultivators into memories was—

Shy.

Was this seriously the same Consort who had once wrapped a hand around his throat hard enough that he could barely react before throwing him through whatever horrifying darkness led to her master?

Back then, she had treated him like something she could pick up without even touching him and deliver whenever convenient.

Now she could barely tell him what gift she wanted while she stood inside his arms.

How far he had come!

Phei’s grin slowly became dangerous.

"Well, if choosing a reward is really that difficult..."

Consort looked up suspiciously.

Phei pulled her closer.

Her smaller body pressed completely against his taller frame and left barely any air between them. Consort stiffened as she became acutely aware of every line of him against her, his chest, the broad strength beneath his shirt, the arms that held her and everything lower that proximity made impossible to pretend did not exist.

The huge, wide line of his cock crushed to her stomach through his trousers and the thin kimono, a thick, heavy ridge that ran from below her navel almost to her ribs. This was the closest she had ever felt the entire thing.

Watching it from the window had been one thing but feeling the full width of it mashed against her small body was another. Pleasure poured from the palm he held against her back and sank into her spine. Consort’s pussy clenched on nothing and she shivered, she had wet enough now that she was sure the night could smell her too, and she thought — not for the first time — how did that huge thing even fit in the Goddess, and how was she going to take all of it herself.

The head of his cock sat fat against her lower ribs.

The shaft was a brutal bar across her belly, so wide her small hands would not have closed around it, so long it made her voluptuous little body look like a toy held to a weapon. Every breath she took rubbed her nipples through silk along his chest and dragged that cock an inch against her stomach.

She was so wet.

The inside of her thighs shone the more she imagined sitting on it the way the Goddess had, then forcing the leftover length in until her pussy sealed around the base and her ass rested on his hips, and the image punched a helpless pulse out of her that painted the kimono darker between her legs.

"Hah—"

Phei rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, and dragged the whole heavy length of himself up her belly through the cloth, just to watch her eyes go glassy.

Then he lowered his face closer to hers.

"How about we settle an old grudge and debt instead?"

Consort blinked. "Debt?"

"And grudge."

Her confusion deepened. "What grudge?"

Phei’s smile widened: "Don’t tell me you forgot what you did to me."

Consort stared at him.

Phei leaned closer until his lips nearly brushed the side of her face when he spoke.

"You’re shameless... you do not even remember what you did to the helpless boy I was then?"

Recognition entered her eyes.

"And then you threw me through that horrible darkness to your master like I was luggage."

Consort’s lips twitched.

"You thought I forgot?"

"I..."

Phei’s arm tightened around her waist and drew her completely into him.

Consort breathed in sharply.

His mouth found the shell of her ear and the next words came with his breath, warm enough that her whole body listened:

"Oh, don’t even think you’re going unpunished for that."

His voice had dropped low enough that warmth immediately climbed through her again.

Phei’s mouth hovered beside her ear.

"I am going to punish you, Consort."

The whisper was a second mouth. It went into her ear and came out between her thighs. She felt her pussy flutter emptyly and furious about it, and her hands fisted in his shirt since dignity had already left the sky. Phei kissed the side of her neck, open-mouthed, and sucked just hard enough to leave her wondering whether it would mark.

Pleasure dragged down her spine; she shivered against the cock still pressed fat and obvious to her stomach, and one of his hands finally left her waist and filled itself with her ass under the failing kimono and squeezed the bare cheek he had refused earlier.

He kneaded it slowly, possessively, and pulled her up onto her toes in empty air.

He spread her ass just enough to feel how wet the inner seam of her had become; his thumb brushed the crease where ass met thigh, and still he did not put a finger in her. The not-doing-it was the sin.

Consort pushed back into the squeeze anyway, a tiny roll of her hips that dragged her stomach along the full length of him.

"Nngh—"

Her heart slammed hard enough that she hated him a little for probably noticing.

For one dangerous second she wondered exactly what kind of punishment he meant but judging from the grin that appeared on his face when he pulled back, Phei knew precisely where her thoughts had gone.

Then he released her.

Completely.

Except for the slap.

It was open-handed into her ass; a sharp Pah against the undercurve of her ass that resounded in the air before he let her go, and the sting bloomed through the plump cheek the kimono did not cover, and Consort jerked in the air with a sound she would deny later.

"Ahn—"

The sting went straight to her clit. Her pussy clenched on the empty and another bead of her slipped free and shone on her inner thigh in the moonlight while the kimono refused to fall back down over the slapped cheek.

Consort stared.

Phei began to float backward through the night:

"But not today."

Her expression became almost offended.

Phei laughed. "I wanted to thank you tonight. Since you’re too shy to tell me what gift you want, think about it. Next time we meet, you’re giving me an answer."

Consort’s cheeks remained warm as she watched him drift farther away.

Phei pointed toward her with a grin. "And don’t think choosing nothing is an option."

The night wind caught his long white hair again as he turned away, and left Consort floating alone above Paradise Island with the lingering warmth of his hands still around her waist while the echo of his threat sat somewhere much lower than her dignity wanted to acknowledge.

The slap still burned on her ass while the shape of his cock still lived on her stomach.

Adding to that, she had already subjected herself to watching the Goddess rising and sitting on that leftover length, and Consort already knew her own fingers would be inside herself before she reached her rooms as she chased a cock that had not even gone in her yet.

Two fingers at least. Maybe three, to fake the girth. She would put her other hand over her pussy mouth and fuck herself on the memory of that huge dick pressed to her belly and the Goddess’s pussy stretched around it, and she would come with his name bitten off in her throat like a Head Maid who had already chosen her punishment and was too shy to say the gift out loud.

Next time, apparently, she had to choose a gift.

And at some point after that, Phei intended to collect an old debt.

Consort watched him disappear into the night and quietly realized that she was far more curious about the punishment.