Chapter 130

The palace was eerily quiet, save for the soft rustle of

silk as Nea's bare feet padded across the cold marble floor. Two weeks of

cultivation had left her restless, her mind wandering in ways it rarely did.

She blamed it on Jason—his absence, his promise of solitude, his insistence on

closed-door cultivation for the soul. As if the soul needs cultivating more

than the body, she thought with a huff, her crimson lips curling into a pout.

Her sisters, Ramla and Adea, were deep in their meditations, unaware of her

growing frustration. But Nea couldn't sit still any longer. She needed…

something. Or someone.

The sound of water trickling faintly in the distance caught

her attention. Her ears perked up, and she followed it, her steps quickening as

she moved through the grand halls. The air grew warmer, steam curling around

her as she approached the main chamber. The scent of sandalwood and citrus

lingered, fresh and enticing. Her heart beat a little faster, though she

couldn't quite place why.

She pushed open the heavy doors, the creak of the hinges

loud in the stillness. There he was. Jason. Standing in the center of the room,

a towel slung low around his waist, water droplets still glistening on his

bronzed skin. His broad shoulders were taut, his muscles flexing slightly as he

ran a hand through his damp hair. Nea's breath hitched, her gaze lingering on

the way the towel clung to his hips, barely containing what lay beneath.

"Nea?" His voice was deep, slightly surprised, but not

unwelcoming. "What are you doing here?"

She tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I

could ask you the same thing. Thought you were supposed to be cultivating your

soul." She emphasized the words with a teasing lilt, her hips swaying as she

stepped closer.

Jason chuckled, though his eyes darkened slightly as she

approached. "I was. Just finished. Needed a shower."

"Hmm." She circled him slowly, her fingers trailing along

the edge of the towel. "Two weeks is a long time to be alone, Jason. Don't you

think?"

He raised an eyebrow, his voice steady but heavy with

something unspoken. "It's necessary. Focus is important."

"Focus," she repeated, her voice low and sultry. Her hand

brushed against his chest, her fingertips grazing the damp skin. "And what

about… release? Isn't that important too?"

Jason's jaw tightened, but he didn't move away. His eyes

flicked down to her, taking in the way her silk robe clung to her curves, the

way her gaze burned with a mischievous hunger. "Nea, what are you doing?"

She didn't answer, not with words. Instead, she stepped

closer, her body pressing against his, her hand sliding down his chest, lower,

lower, until her fingers brushed against the edge of the towel. She felt him

tense, heard the sharp intake of his breath. Her lips curved into a smirk as

her hand dipped beneath the fabric, her fingers wrapping around his growing

erection.

"Nea," he warned, his voice rough, but he didn't stop her.

"Relax, Jason," she purred, her voice a velvet whisper

against his ear. "You've been so tense lately. Let me help you… unwind."

Her grip tightened slightly, her thumb brushing over the

sensitive tip. He groaned, his head tipping back as her hand began to move,

slow and deliberate. She watched his face, the way his lips parted, the way his

eyes fluttered shut. Good. He's already losing control.

Her other hand slid around his waist, pulling him closer.

She could feel the heat of his body, the way his breath quickened with every

stroke. Her own body was responding, a warmth pooling low in her belly. She

pressed herself against him, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hips

grinding into his.

"Nea," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her

even closer. "You're playing with fire."

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Maybe I like playing

with fire."

Her hand moved faster now, her touch firmer, more insistent.

She could feel him hardening beneath her fingers, could hear the way his

breathing grew ragged. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into

her flesh.

"Jason," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Do you want me to stop?"

His eyes flashed open, dark and hungry. "Don't you dare."

She smiled, her hand moving with a rhythm that had him

gasping. Her other hand slid up his chest, her nails lightly scratching his

skin. She could feel the tension building in him, the way his body trembled

with every movement.

And then, abruptly, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She

looked up at him, surprised, but the hunger in his eyes told her everything she

needed to know. Without a word, he spun her around, pressing her back against

the wall. His body pinned hers, his hands gripping her wrists above her head.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as he leaned in, his lips brushing

against hers.

"You're the one who started this," he growled, his voice low

and dangerous. "Now you're going to finish it."

Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with

anticipation. She met his gaze, her own eyes blazing with defiance and desire.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

His lips crashed onto hers, fierce and demanding, as his

hand slid down her body, finding the hem of her robe. She moaned into his

mouth, her body arching against his, her mind spinning with the intensity of it

all. The towel slid to the floor, forgotten as he pressed himself against her,

his need burning as hot as hers.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths,

their bodies moving together in a rhythm that had been building for far too

long. Nea's mind was a blur of sensation, her body alive with an urgency she

hadn't realized she'd been craving.

And then, just as she felt herself teetering on the edge,

Jason pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Nea," he whispered, his

voice thick with emotion. "Tell me what you want."

Her lips curved Into a wicked smile, her body pressed

against his. "I want you to stop holding back."

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The air in the cultivation chamber was charged with the flow

Spirit Qi, the soft hum of energy resonating through the walls. Ramla wiped the

sweat from her brow, her body trembling slightly from the exertion. She had

been at it for hours, circulating the cultivation method in the manual, but

even her focus had its limits. She stepped back, exhaling deeply, and glanced

around. Something felt… off. Nea, her sister, was nowhere to be seen.

Ramla frowned. Nea was supposed to be here, assisting with

the cultivation. Her absence was unusual, especially given how meticulous Nea

usually was. Ramla turned to Adea, seeing her deep in meditation , she opted to

let her be for now.

"I'm going to find her myself then."

Ramla stepped out of the chamber, the cool air of the

corridor a stark contrast to the warmth inside. She moved quickly, her

footsteps echoing softly as she navigated the labyrinthine halls of the palace.

The silence was unnerving. The palace too large for her

alone to navigate. Ramla's heart pounded as she turned a corner, the sound of

something faintly reaching her ears. A moan. Low, rhythmic, and utterly

unmistakable.

Her breath caught In her throat. She followed the sound, her

steps slowing as she approached a partially open door. The moans grew louder,

mingling with the deep, guttural grunts of a man. Ramla's hand trembled as she

pushed the door open further, her eyes widening at the sight before her.

Nea was bent over a table, her petite frame dwarfed by

Jason's towering figure. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into

her from behind, each movement eliciting a sharp gasp from Nea. Her sister's

back arched, her fingers clutching the edge of the table as Jason's pace

quickened, his cock driving into her with a force that made Ramla's breath

hitch.

Jason's eyes flicked up, locking onto Ramla's. His lips

curled into a smirk, but he didn't stop. If anything, he seemed to thrust

harder, Nea's moans growing louder, more desperate. Ramla's cheeks burned, but

she couldn't look away. The sight of her sister being taken so roughly, so

shamelessly, sent a jolt of something she couldn't name coursing through her.

"Nea…" Ramla whispered, her voice barely audible. But Nea

was too lost in the pleasure to hear her, her head thrown back, her cries

echoing off the walls.

Jason's smirk widened. "Enjoying the show?" he asked, his

voice low and teasing. Ramla's eyes widened, but she didn't respond. She

couldn't. Her body felt frozen, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Jason chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on Nea's hips as

he continued to fuck her. "Don't be shy, Ramla. Come closer."

Ramla hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But

something compelled her to step forward, her eyes never leaving the scene

before her. Jason's cock glistened with Nea's juices, the sight of it both

arousing and shameful.

"That's it," Jason purred, his voice dripping with

satisfaction. "Get a good look at what your sister's been craving."

Nea's cries reached a peak, her body trembling as she came

hard around Jason's cock. He groaned, his thrusts slowing but not stopping. He

turned his gaze back to Ramla, his smirk turning wicked.

"Why don't you taste her?" he suggested, his voice low and

commanding. "Suck on my cock. It's dripping with your sister's juices."

Ramla's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She

knew she should say no, should turn and walk away. But the thought of tasting

Nea, of feeling Jason's cock in her mouth, was too intoxicating to resist.

She stepped closer, her knees trembling as she sank to the

floor in front of him. Jason's cock was inches from her face, the head

glistening with Nea's essence. The scent was overwhelming, a mixture of musk

and sweetness that made Ramla's head swim.

"Go on," Jason urged, his voice a low growl. "Taste her."

Ramla hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips,

her tongue darting out to lick the tip of Jason's cock. The taste was unlike

anything she'd ever experienced, salty and tangy, with a hint of something

uniquely Nea. She moaned softly, her tongue swirling around the head as she

took him deeper into her mouth.

Jason groaned, his hands moving to tangle in Ramla's hair.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "Suck it. Taste your

sister's juices."