Paradoxical Questions.

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Nodding his head after admiring a beautiful piece of artwork, Tian Xing sighed. At the end of the day, even if he could do everything to them, he still was not willing to sever karma with the one he had already considered a friend with benefits. Turning toward his wife, he said, "Bring back Lanfear. I was too impulsive at that time. At the end of the day, the ones I already have karma with have already received twisted love from me. Because of that, I need to be responsible for their true souls, since I was the one who made them in the first place."

Raising an eyebrow, Rita shook her head and sighed, "Oh husband, my hypocritical husband. How can a twisted obsession be mistakenly associated with love, my symphony? Still, if my husband thinks twisted love is part of love, then I am obliged to agree."

Sighing, he then asked his wife, who could restrain his ego and dark nature, "Then, what is all this? Because I want to love them all, but I know that is impossible. So, wife, please tell me, how can I be selfish yet at the same time care for them? I still want to fill this False Dao World with my womens and do whatever I want."

Controlling Water Dao to push out the Yang Essence from her stretched, balloon-like body, while removing her piercing to heal perfectly once again, Margarita stood up and connected to her husband's sword before hugging him and rubbing his back in a rhythmic pattern. After that, she answered this selfish, egotistic husband of hers, "You can't have both, my love. It's only one way or the other."

Seeing him dejected, wanting to love and care for them like a normal person, yet still having the authority to do whatever he wanted with their existence, Margarita continued, "But there is one thing I know about all of these paradoxical questions or Yang contradictions, my love. Duty is something that can be applied to both of your desires. So, if you want to have as many of these women as you can and do whatever you want with them, you must fulfill the duty to provide for them within the best restrictions allowed. Likewise, if you want to love them similarly to a normal relationship, you have a duty to at least listen to their desires and respond with either a yes or no to what you wish for at that moment."

Remembering that in these two and a half thousand years he had never treated them as normal people or even normal citizens of his Serene Pavilion, Tian Xing suddenly sighed, realizing his mistake in running this place in the first place and why so many of them decided to commit suicide despite their seemingly good lives from his perspective.

Nodding to himself, Tian Xing then said to his wife, "Lift the veils of illusion. I want my subjects to see me as the devil manipulator that I am. But still, control their bodies like puppets on strings, because my obsession is for each and every one of them to feel what my main harem did. And after all this is done, I will do my best to pamper them all."

Smiling at her husband, who did not want to be hypocritical about these things, Rita said, "Sure. But I think it is best to start with our eight beloved. They were the first victims before we gained this spirit enlightenment about ourselves."

Nodding his head, Tian Xing first saw the teared-up, stretched-out belly of Lanfear, who shivered all over her body once again, lining up with his pieces of artwork. Suddenly, all of them were sent the memories and experiences of what he did with them, for those who were unaware. Sure enough, he saw Tsunade fall to the ground, crying in anguished sadness, having had the wrong idea about him being mild and gentle with them.

He just stayed silent while looking at the ground in guilt and shame, knowing there was nothing he could do about it, since the deed was already done. And even if asked again, he would probably do it again because he wanted her body so much, to the point of wanting to taint every part of it. Anxiety crept in as he wondered if her love and devotion might suddenly wane because of it. He then saw her walking toward him, shivering all over her body from trepidation and sadness. His Dao Heart, which usually kept his head held high, now shattered, making him look at the ground, unable to face what he had done to her.

"My Dan… You've changed so much…"

Seeing Tian Xing shiver, Tsunade wiped the tears from her eyes, tainted with filthy Yang Essence. Her best friends knew what she wanted to do, so her master sword was currently empty. She walked up to him and, despite trembling with fear and anxiety, decided to connect her ice cream to his sword. Lifting his chin to look into his eyes, which were full of guilt yet not at the same time, Tsunade once again decided to kiss him after remaining silent in quivering dread of what he might do to her existence in the future. Breaking the kiss, she then fell into his embrace and stayed silent for a while, exchanging his filthy breath with her own.

Seeing there was still an ember of warmth left inside her heart for him, Tsunade decided to let this warmth be tainted and twisted to his liking, knowing she was the one who initially chose to believe in him. After coming to terms with herself as truly the property of her master, she then turned toward his jade beauty and said, "Master, I want the same thing you did to Luo Yi. But this time, be gentler. Is that okay?"

Shaking his head, Tian Xing answered, "No, my vanilla. Master doesn't want to be gentler because I love your body so much."

Nodding her head, knowing this was likely the case, Tsunade then said, "Okay, then. In that case, taint this purity until it becomes what you want me to be."

Sighing in complicated emotions, Tian Xing then did what he initially wanted to do—slapping, spitting, and painting on every part of his vanilla body. But when he saw her in tears because of it, he gradually changed his method to balance two entirely opposite Yang contradictions. On one side, he filled her vanilla upper dantian with his essence, seeing her sadness because it excited him. But from time to time, he changed his approach by removing the taint first before indulging in this delicious cake in an affectionate dessert. Muffin mixed with pudding, he rolled the pastry and puffed it, making Tsunade giggle from the tickles.

This created a scene where suddenly all the other eight, who were present and not like Luo Yi, had twitches in their respective ice creams, from voyeurism over the process of baking his pie to perfection. Ignoring them completely, with even his wife already jealous and sticking to both him and Tsunade throughout the ordeal, Tian Xing kept focusing on this vanilla pastry of his, his mind zoned out, seeing only Tsunade and his wife, who kept reminding him this was only temporary. Lava cake, molten cookie, and frozen pudding—he now truly made love with his vanilla, merging the two Yang contradictions he thought were impossible to reconcile.

"Dan, please, enough… This is too much… I-I might get a sweet tooth because of it… Your wife, babe… Your wife… My sisters… Ahh… This is not good, not good, for our pavilion at all… My Tian Xing… Please, my Tian…"

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