The Psychopath's Harem



The lewd sounds of their intimate union echoed in Long Meihui's ears, reaching deep into the recesses of her own desires.

She felt a surge of arousal awakening within her, as if she were an unwitting participant in this forbidden tryst.

The sight of Nyx's body slick with sweat, the tantalizing arch of her back, and the way her eyes locked with Xia Tian's in an intoxicating blend of pleasure and longing, sent shivers of anticipation down Long Meihui's spine.

In that moment, Long Meihui couldn't tear her gaze away from the explicit display of passion and raw desire unfolding right before her eyes.

It was as if time stood still, captivated by the enchanting symphony of moans and the interplay of flesh and pleasure. She found herself drawn deeper into this world of ecstasy, her senses heightened, her own desires ignited by the explicit tableau in front of her.

"Don't be dazed!"

Xia Tian's grip tightened on his prey, Long Meihui, as he took in the sight of Nyx, his eyes brimming with desire. With a sudden surge of animalistic instinct, he wasted no time in ravishing her without mercy.

"Ahhnnn~"

The sultry symphony of pleasure echoed through the dense forest, enveloping the surroundings in an air of passion. The alluring moans resonated, enticing even the smallest creatures lurking in the shadows.

The ecstatic chorus continued for what felt like an eternity, each moan intensifying the already charged atmosphere. It became a hypnotic melody, drawing in anyone who dared to listen.

Time seemed to fade away as the two women surrendered themselves to the ravaging desires of their master. The sweet and innocent moans merged with the seductive and sensual cries, mingling together in a harmonious blend of pleasure and surrender.

With every gasp, every sigh, the intensity grew, igniting a fire that consumed them all. It was a symphony of passion, a relentless dance of ecstasy that echoed through the depths of the forest.

Who was this mysterious young master, capable of commanding two enchanting goddesses simultaneously?

His aura was magnetic, his prowess unmatched. And in this hidden oasis amidst the green, he reveled in the decadent pleasures that only a chosen few could ever dream of experiencing.

Finally, Long Meihui's delicate eyelashes flickered as she stared at Xia Tian, who was menacingly closing in on her once again.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively brought her trembling hands forward to protest, a feeble attempt to shield herself from his impending wrath.

"N-No," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, "if I don't go now, the people from the Shen family will be here soon." Her eyes darted nervously, taking in her disheveled appearance.

Beads of sweat glistened on her brow, mingling with the grime and dirt that marred her once pristine skin.

Her golden hair, now matted and tangled, resembled a forsaken bird's nest.

The red patches that adorned her neck and chest seemed to multiply, creating a tapestry of bruises that she dared not count.

But she knew that this disheveled state could serve a purpose. 'With this, no one would doubt me,' she thought, a glimmer of desperation in her eyes.

Now she could easily fabricate a story of a vicious attack, a desperate struggle for survival.

Little did she know that she had indeed fought a battle, but it was just of a different kind.

As Xia Tian bore down on her, his piercing gaze locked onto her purple eyes with an intensity that made her shiver.

Long Meihui wanted to summon tears, to appear pitiful and invoke sympathy, but the tears that welled up in her eyes were genuine, a response to the terror coursing through her veins.

'Beast!' The word reverberated in her mind, echoing her tumultuous thoughts.

How could someone with such a breathtakingly handsome face harbor such darkness within?

It seemed inconceivable that the vessel for such wickedness could possess such outward beauty.

No, she realized, her heart sinking. He didn't just possess wickedness; he lacked a heart entirely.

He was a monster in human guise, an embodiment of evil.

"Daddy... leave her," Nyx purred, "Come to me..." her voice dripping with a seductive plea as she tugged at Xia Tian's hand, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Her disheveled appearance only enhanced her allure, a tangled mess of raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders and partially covering her dazzling, crystal like heterochromic eyes.

Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips betrayed their passionate tryst on the grass fields, yet her insatiable hunger for his love remained unquenched.

Nyx possessed an indefatigable endurance, surpassing even that of Long Meihui.

There was an insatiable craving burning within her, a desperate longing for the intoxicating connection she shared with Xia Tian.

Long Meihui's mind whirled in confusion as she watched this scene unfold before her eyes. 'Is this immortal woman also his daughter? But how?'

Such a possibility seemed inconceivable, especially when she heard Nyx utter the word "Daddy" countless times in the throes of their forbidden passion.

The wild fantasies that fleetingly passed through Long Meihui's mind sent a shiver down her spine.

She refused to entertain such wicked thoughts, yet the chill lingered in her body, a constant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within her.

"You can go," Xia Tian finally relented, his voice laced with both amusement and authority, allowing Long Meihui to escape from their scandalous encounter.

Frantically, Long Meihui scrambled to her feet, feeling a sharp sting as her tail was accidentally stepped on, adding to the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her veins.

With disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, she hastily reached for her clothes, dressing herself clumsily but with an urgency that mirrored the panic in her wide, fear-stricken eyes.

As she swiftly took to the air, she cradled the still-unconscious Shen family young master protectively in her arms.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the adrenaline screaming through her veins as she vowed to flee from this indescribable situation with every ounce of strength she possessed.

The mix of shame, confusion, and exhilaration was overwhelming, threatening to drown her in a whirlwind of emotions.

Witnessing her comical actions, Xia Tian couldn't help but chuckle, his amusement reverberating through the air. "Am I truly that intimidating?" he mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

It was a question he couldn't answer himself decisively, leaving it open to interpretation.

"Are we continuing?" Nyx inquired eagerly, her voice tinged with a mix of both resentment and anticipation.

She yearned for more, her body aching to be consumed by the fire ignited between them.

But Xia Tian held up a finger, his eyes fixated on the distant horizon, where a figure emerged—a captivating silhouette soaring through the sky with both grace and urgency.

The air crackled with tension as the newcomer closed in, their presence adding an electric charge to the already charged atmosphere.

A wicked grin spread across Xia Tian's face, his excitement mounting with every passing moment.

He stood up, anticipation igniting a playful sparkle in his eyes as he waved enthusiastically, a mischievous invitation extended to the approaching participant.

The stage was set, the players assembled. The forbidden game was about to reach a whole new level of intensity.

He had long thought about a game between his sister and daughter, and now it seemed that the opportunity was near!

"What!?" Xia Shuiyao exclaimed, her sapphire eyes widening with shock and confusion as she spotted a completely naked man waving towards her from a short distance away.

Her mind raced, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. 'Am I hallucinating?' she thought, pinching herself to check if it was real.

But as she got closer, the figure became clearer, and a wry smile tugged at the corners of her lips. There was only one person capable of such audacious behavior—her evil brother, Xia Tian.

How could she not have guessed it was him sooner?

"Sister Irene, where are you going?" Xia Shuiyao called out to her companion, but to her surprise, Irene suddenly made a swift U-turn, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement.

With an awkward chuckle, Irene replied, "Shuiyao, the road from here onwards is yours to tread. Go forth and live your destiny!" Without wasting another moment, Irene dashed away, disappearing into the distance as she headed back towards the safety of the mountain.

Xia Shuiyao's heart sank as the reality of the situation washed over her.

Irene had abandoned her, leaving her alone to deal with this bizarre encounter.

Panic began to bubble within her, threatening to consume her calm demeanor.

"No way!" Irene muttered to herself, her voice trembling.

She knew all too well that a mere moment spent on those muddy fields would ruin her pristine appearance.

For a woman as refined and fastidious as Irene, cleanliness was an absolute must.

If she followed Xia Shuiyao, she would undoubtedly be dragged into the water with them, and her meticulously maintained looks would be sacrificed.

Unacceptable!

Fear and determination mingled in her eyes as she made up her mind.

She needed to escape.

She needed to leave this realm, vowing not to return until Xia Tian was finished with his plays.

But as she turned to flee from the bizarre scene unfolding before her, she failed to notice the mischievous smile on Nyx's face. The ethereal goddess was well aware of Irene's intentions, and as Xia Shuiyao attempted to evade her fate, Nyx couldn't help but remark, "Coward."

Her voice dripped with amusement, for she knew all too well that Irene would be swept into the chaos before long.

Even if she managed to escape, Xia Tian would definitely take his revenge next time!

And it would be even more ruthless then the current one!

Irene was digging her own grave!