Chapter 28

The intoxicating scent of incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the distant hum of laughter and soft moans. Flickering lanterns cast golden hues across silk-draped walls, their gentle glow painting shadows that danced along the polished floors.

Snow sat in the luxurious chamber, his expression unreadable as he watched the woman before him. She was beautiful—her skin smooth as jade, her robes sheer and inviting, revealing glimpses of soft curves beneath. Her every movement was deliberate, a slow seduction perfected over years of experience.

"You seem troubled, young master," she purred, lowering herself before him, her fingers tracing light patterns over his chest. "Let me take away your burdens…"

Snow remained still, his silver eyes studying her with an unreadable gaze.

She took his silence as permission.

Her lips were warm against his skin, her touch skilled and teasing, meant to entice and arouse. She sucked his dick gagging on it but as the moments passed, his expression did not change.

There was no thrill. No satisfaction.

He pushed her on the bed ,and penetrated her already wet pussy mercilessly..Her breathing grew heavier, her hands trembling slightly as she pushed herself harder, the pleasure was suffocating ,maddening for her.He made her cum countless time but she was desperate to elicit some reaction from him. But Snow merely continued ravaging her minutes passed, then longer—until, at last, her body betrayed her.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, She orgasmed a final time her legs shaking as she collapsed against him, her energy utterly drained.

Snow frowned. "That's it?"

She shuddered beneath his piercing gaze, shame flickering in her eyes. "I… I can keep going, young master, but…" Her voice wavered. "Perhaps another would be better suited to your needs?"

He exhaled, his frustration growing.

"Send two more."

She nodded weakly before stumbling out of the room.

Not long after, two new women arrived. One had a confident smirk, her dark eyes filled with challenge, while the other carried a quiet intensity, her movements graceful and precise.

They were different.

Stronger.

They worked together seamlessly, their bodies weaving around him, their hands exploring, their lips pressing against his skin in unison. They whispered sweet words, their voices a melody of seduction.

For a brief moment, it almost felt different.

They managed to make him cum for the first time but they had already orgasmed multiple times.

But then…

One let out a ragged breath, her movements faltering. The other trembled, barely able to keep pace. They struggled, gasping and panting, until finally, their bodies collapsed onto the silk sheets, utterly spent.

Snow sat there, untouched by exhaustion.

His mind was still restless.

The hunger still burned inside him.

His fingers tapped against the sheets, his expression darkening. This was pointless.

Had he miscalculated? Was pleasure not enough to suppress the killing intent gnawing at him?

Or perhaps… the problem wasn't him.

Snow stood, adjusting his robes as he glanced down at the three women sprawled on the bed, their bodies heaving with deep, exhausted breaths. He spared them no further thought.

Stepping out into the dimly lit corridor, he spotted an attendant and motioned her over.

She approached hesitantly, her gaze shifting to the drained women behind him before returning to his piercing silver eyes.

"Take me to the Matron."

The attendant swallowed hard, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she quickly bowed.

"A-As you wish, young master… please follow me."

Snow's steps were silent as he followed her deeper into the pavilion.

If no woman here could satisfy him…

Perhaps the one who ruled them all could help

The brothel's atmosphere shifted the moment Snow stepped deeper into its inner halls. The air, once filled with laughter and pleasure, now carried a quiet intensity. Luxurious lanterns cast warm, flickering light across embroidered walls, their glow barely illuminating the path ahead.

The attendant leading him stopped in front of a grand door—dark mahogany, carved with golden plum blossoms and swirling cloud motifs. A symbol of elegance and authority.

"The Matron is expecting you," the attendant murmured before bowing and stepping aside.

Snow pushed the door open without hesitation.

The chamber beyond was unlike the rest of the brothel. It was neither excessively decadent nor gaudy, but refined in its own way. Soft incense burned in the air—an intoxicating scent, neither overwhelming nor weak. The furniture was dark wood, polished to perfection, with delicate silk drapes billowing slightly in the dim candlelight.

And at the center of it all, reclining with effortless grace on a lounge of crimson velvet, was her.

The Matron.

Snow's sharp gaze met hers immediately.

She was no ordinary woman.

Mature, yet impossibly alluring, she possessed a beauty that could shatter men's resolve with a single glance. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulder like liquid silk. A crimson robe draped loosely over her figure, teasingly exposing smooth, flawless skin, just enough to stir the imagination but never too much.

Her deep, knowing eyes were the most dangerous of all. They held an unshakable confidence, as if she had seen and owned everything in this world.

She smiled.

"Ah… the young master who left my girls in shambles."

Her voice was smooth, honeyed with amusement, yet laced with something deeper—an understanding of him that sent a slow, dangerous thrill through the air.

Snow remained silent. He could tell this woman was different. She was in control here.

The Matron shifted slightly, the movement causing her robe to slip just enough to reveal more of her collarbone, the barest glimpse of the curve of her breast. Every motion was calculated, effortlessly seductive.

"I must say," she mused, "it is rare for me to hear that three of my finest girls couldn't keep up with a man. Even rarer that one would walk through my doors, not seeking pleasure, but something else entirely."

She propped her elbow against the lounge's armrest, resting her chin on delicate fingers. "So tell me, young master, what is it that you're looking for?"

Snow's silver eyes remained cold. "A woman who can keep up."

The Matron let out a soft, throaty chuckle. "Direct. I like that."

She studied him for a long moment, as if peeling away his layers, unraveling his very essence. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she spoke:

"I see a darkness in you a fire trying to consume you..You are not just looking for pleasure. You are looking for release, aren't you?"

Snow's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

The Matron leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. But it wasn't the exposed skin that caught his attention—it was the subtle shift in her aura.

A presence far deeper than a mere brothel owner.