Primordial Harem System

Shen Yuan cleared his throat. "So… did you want to jump straight into cultivation practice?" he teased, trying to ignore the growing tension in the air.

Wan Ling gave a small, teasing smile. "You're eager, aren't you?" She brushed imaginary dust from her robe. "But maybe let's talk for a little longer. It's been so hectic in the sect that we haven't had a chance to just sit and talk."

He leaned forward slightly, his face softening as he took her in. "Alright, Ling'er. Tell me whatever's on your mind."

She hesitated, then released a soft sigh. "I suppose… I worry about the Aurora Competition. Not just for myself, but for you." Her fingers tapped lightly on her knee.

"You know how high the sect's expectations are for you. And you're taking on so much—teaching others, walking on your own cultivation path… it must be exhausting."

Shen Yuan lowered his gaze momentarily. "It can be," he admitted. "But it's also my choice. I push forward because I want to, not because they force me to."

Wan Ling nodded. "I know. Still, I don't want you to carry everything alone. If there's anything I can do—anything at all—I want to help."

He chuckled softly hearing her words. "Well, let's see. You're already training hard to stand by my side at the competition, right? That's good enough for me."

She shifted closer. "Is that really enough? Or… maybe there's more I can do?" Her voice dropped slightly, carrying a warmth that hinted at more personal desires.

She swallowed, gathering her courage. "I've been thinking about you a lot, Brother Yuan. Ever since I knew you went into closed-door seclusion with Sister Qingyu, I've felt… restless."

He felt his heart beat faster. "Restless, why?"

She gazed at him—eyes reflecting the soft glow of the chamber's runes. "I realized time is fleeting. A week outside was over half a year for you in the Dual Cultivation Chambers. And in that time, I thought a lot about you." Her cheeks heated further. "I'm not just content waiting around while you're away when our relationship is not even confirmed, you know?"

His expression softened. He slid his hand over hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Our relationship is already confirmed, you are mine and mine alone. And I'm sorry if it felt like I left you behind."

She felt her heart skip a beat at his possessive words but she gathered herself and shook her head, placing her other hand atop his. "No, I'm not blaming you. I just… when I'm with you, I want that connection—not just in cultivation, but…" She trailed off, voice catching in her throat as her eyes flickered to the cushions they'd just tidied.

Shen Yuan brushed a thumb across her knuckles. "Ling'er," he said softly, voice filled with affection. "We do have over a year here, in chamber time. Maybe we can find some time to—train hard, and also… make up for lost time together?"

Her lips parted slightly, her heart throbbed. The subtle shift in his tone—the promise that he made—made a gentle thrill course through her. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd like that."

She leaned in, and he met her halfway, their foreheads gently touching.

For a moment, they stayed like that, breathing in each other's presence. Then, with a quiet resolve, Shen Yuan released her hands and gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable—"

Wan Ling shook her head, pressing a finger to his lips, her eyes bright with happiness. "I won't," she said softly. "I want this."

He couldn't help but smile at her cute expression. "Look who is the eager one here."

Her face blushed in embarrassment at his teasing words. "Brother Yuan!"

"Haha, no need to feel embarrassed," he said with a smile before grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a hug. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender body.

She melted into him, her ample breasts pressing against his chest as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

His large hands roamed over the supple curve of her back, tracing the delicate line of her spine before settling on her hips. He squeezed gently, pulling her against him as he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.

Wan Ling's heart raced as she felt the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her stomach. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She tangled her fingers in his long black hair, marveling at the silky texture as she held him close.

Shen Yuan's lips moved towards her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured, "I want you, Ling'er. I want to feel every inch of your soft, perfect body against mine." His voice was a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Wan Ling's breath hitched, her breath quickening with need. "Brother Yuan..." she whimpered, tilting her head to give him better access to the sensitive skin of her throat. "Please... touch me."

He happily obliged, his fingers skimming up her sides to cup her breasts. He kneaded the soft tits, his thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe. Wan Ling arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her parted lips.

Shen Yuan captured the sound with his mouth, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. His tongue delved past her lips, stroking along hers, tasting her sweetness.

Wan Ling met his passion with equal fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as she clung to him.

His hands slid down to grip her thighs, hoisting her up. Instinctively, Wan Ling moved forward and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back.

The new position pressed his dick directly against her aching pussy, separated only by the flimsy barrier of their robes.

Shen Yuan stood up and took her towards the bed. Turning around, he sat down as Wan Ling broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, her head falling back as Shen Yuan trailed his lips down the column of her throat. "Brother Yuan," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You taste so good..." Read exclusive adventures at empire

"You as well, I just can't have enough of you," he said passionately as his hands roamed over Wan Ling's curves, guiding her down onto the plush bed.

His fingers found the hem of her robe, slowly pushing it up to reveal her long, slender legs and the lacy undergarments that barely contained her private parts.

Wan Ling's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool air against her heated skin. Her green eyes fluttered open, gazing up at Shen Yuan with a mix of love and lust.

She reached for the waistband at her waist, untying it with unsteady fingers. The robe slipped off her shoulders, exposing the creamy skin of her breasts and the hardened peaks of her nipples straining against the delicate lace.

Shen Yuan's eyes lit up with lust as he took in the sight of her nearly nude form. "Ling'er," he said, his voice heavy with want. "You're breathtaking."

His hands slid up her sides, cupping her milky white breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them stiffen further at his touch.