Double penetration, plunder and hypnosis Entry - Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: Possessiveness

“Master, rest assured, I shall ensure your office is arranged to the highest standards,” Omon Naoko said softly, her eyes brimming with unwavering devotion. Lin Yuan nodded, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He patted her cheek, his tone teasing. “Well done. You’ve fully embraced your new role, haven’t you?” Naoko’s cheeks flushed deeper, her gaze dropping shyly, though her fingers twisted together, betraying her nervous anticipation.

“Master, this lowly pet will strive to meet your every desire,” she murmured. Lin Yuan chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Good. But beyond the office arrangements, I have one small request.” Naoko lifted her head, curiosity and eagerness in her expression. “Master, please name it.”

Leaning close, Lin Yuan whispered in her ear, “I want you to personally oversee the office’s setup, ensuring every detail aligns with my wishes. After all, this will be our… private sanctuary.” His warm breath sent a shiver through Naoko, her heart racing. Biting her lip, she nodded. “Master, this pet will supervise every aspect and ensure your satisfaction.” Lin Yuan’s smile widened, his hand stroking her hair. “Excellent, my pet. You’re learning my desires well.”

Naoko’s gaze grew hazy, her voice a soft murmur. “Master, this pet only wishes to remain by your side, serving you in all things.” Lin Yuan felt a surge of satisfaction. She’s utterly mine, he thought, certain she could never break free. “That’s enough guidance for today,” he said, his tone softening. “Go arrange the office. I’ll find you later.”

Naoko nodded, reluctance in her eyes. “Master, this pet will prepare everything swiftly for your return.” Lin Yuan paused, adding, “Oh, and hand me a bank card. These clothes are dreadfully uncomfortable.” Finally back in a modern world, he thought. I must indulge in its conveniences—starting with money. Naoko, of course, had plenty.

Without hesitation, she retrieved a small purse from her garments, producing a card with deference. “Master, this holds ten million yen. Spend as you please.” Lin Yuan took it and left the room, leaving Naoko to watch his departing figure. “Master…” she whispered, her fingers brushing her lips, as if savouring their recent encounter.

Naoko took a deep breath, steadying herself, and picked up her phone to arrange the office. Her voice was calm and professional, though her eyes betrayed eager anticipation. “Yes, furnish it to the highest standard—every detail must be flawless,” she instructed. “Include a waterbed, a massage chair, and… certain accessories.” The recipient hesitated, clearly surprised, but Naoko cut them off. “Do as I say. No questions.” Hanging up, her cheeks flushed, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. “Master, this pet will prepare everything for you,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with devotion.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan vaulted the school’s walls, stepping onto the bustling streets. The vibrant city sprawled before him, and he stretched languidly. “A splendid modern life begins now!” he declared, relishing the freedom.

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Elsewhere, in the cultivation realm, the Tianji Dao Palace stood majestic amid towering peaks, wreathed in mist and pulsing with spiritual energy. As a preeminent sect, its sprawling grounds and towering walls exuded grandeur. Disciples moved with purpose—some soaring on flying swords, others gliding atop magical treasures, their forms graceful and ethereal. In the alchemy halls, furnaces roared, filling the air with the scent of elixirs as alchemists crafted pills to bolster cultivation. On the training grounds, the clash of sparring echoed, disciples honing their immortal arts and swordplay.

At the heart of the sect lay the Palace Master’s Peak, the nexus of power. Within its grand hall, Gu Qinghuan sat enthroned, a faint halo of spiritual light encircling her. After days of seclusion, she had fully refined Lin Yuan’s Pure Yang energy, nudging her cultivation toward the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage. Her eyes fluttered open, a spark of exhilaration in their depths. “Nascent Soul pinnacle!” she whispered, a seductive smile curving her lips. “The Pure Yang Sacred Body’s power surpasses all expectations.”

With a few more years, I could break through to Spirit Transformation, outpacing even Master, she thought, her fingers tracing her cheek as she recalled the searing flow of Lin Yuan’s energy within her. Yet, as her cultivation soared, a gnawing emptiness took root—not from stagnation, but from an insatiable longing for Lin Yuan. His cold, handsome face and scornful eyes haunted her mind. “Little Yuan…” she murmured, her voice thick with obsession and yearning. Without you, I feel incomplete.

Her tone grew darker, a feverish glint in her eyes. “Once sect affairs are settled, I’ll come for you,” she vowed, her possessiveness bordering on mania. You are mine, and mine alone.