The trinity of the world

"You know what I'm going to do if you don't answer me right, huh?" He chuckled, letting the threat hang in the air.

His hand twitched like he might grab her again, and her eyes widened in panic. He'll do it… he'll go further!

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" She blurted fast, her voice cracking. She reached for her dress, pulling it down tighter over her slick thighs.

"But not here—let's go to your room," she added, glancing around the kitchen. Someone might hear… gods, not here.

Zhang Fei's grin turned smug as he stepped back. "Okay, what an obedient slut," he teased as he adjusted his hanfu loose, not even bothering to tuck his cock in.

Her head lowered quickly, her face flaming red. "Don't call me that," she muttered, but she didn't fight back hard.

Zhang Fei snorted, waving his hands. "Yeah, yeah," he said, swinging his dick shamelessly under the hanfu. He headed for his room, not even looking to see if she followed—she'll come, the needy bitch.

She hesitated, staring at his retreating back. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she took a shaky step after him, her big ass swaying despite her hunched shoulders.

[Notice: Host maintaining dominance. Identity reveal: incoming

Zhang Fei smirked to himself—Room's perfect—private enough to fuck the whole truth out if she stalls.

Once inside the room, he kicked the door shut and walked to the table nearby. He sat on the plush mattress, his dress barely containing the bulge between his legs. She followed him in and sat across from him.

"Go on, let's hear it," he said, leaning forward on the table.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she met his stare. He's relentless… But I have to say it.

"Zhang Fei, how much do you know about our world?" She asked, still testing him.

He tilted his head, his grin fading to irritation. "Nothing, I was crippled since birth; what do you mean, 'how much do I know'?" He shot back, spreading his legs like he didn't give a shit.

Her eyes narrowed, but she was already used to his filthy mouth by now. He's such a brute… But she pushed on.

"Then listen." She leaned in slightly, her tone heavier than usual. "The world we live in is a world of martial artists. There are countless sects—hundreds, thousands—training disciples and perfecting different styles. For example, there are sword sects that focus only on sword martial arts, spear sects that master spears, and so on—each one carving out its own path, its own power."

Her hands nervously curled around her lap. He needs to understand this first… before the rest.

Zhang Fei's smirk crept back as he leaned forward again, his cock twitching at her words. "Sounds fun—keep going," he demanded.

She continued, her voice steadying as she leaned forward. He's listening… good.

"All these sects fall under three powerhouses," she said, eyes locking onto his. "They're like the trinity controlling everything—every disciple, every style, every fight."

Zhang Fei's smirk faded, her words piquing his interest. Trinity, huh? Sounds like some big-shot bitches are running the show, he thought, his cock giving a faint twitch under the robe.

She took a breath, her big tits shifting as she continued. "The three factions are the Orthodox Sects, the Unorthodox Sects, and the Alliance Sects," she explained.

"Orthodox sects stick to tradition—honor, discipline, and righteousness. Unorthodox Sects? They're the rebels—dirty tricks, dark arts, and whatever makes them powerful. And the Alliance Sects…"

She paused, glancing at him. "they're the middle ground, balancing the chaos."

Zhang Fei tilted his head, a nasty grin spreading across his face. "Trinity, huh? So which one's got the hottest sluts to fuck?" He cut in. Bet they're all stacked like you, huh?

Her eyes narrowed again, a faint flush forming on her cheeks. This vulgar idiot…But she didn't fight back, just pushed through.

"Focus, Zhang Fei—this isn't a game," she said sharply, her hands tightening in her lap. "These factions decide everything—who rises, who falls, who lives."

[Notice: Host briefed on faction trinity. Identity context deepening

Zhang Fei chuckled low—Decide who lives? Fuck that, I'm deciding who I bang next.

She leaned back slightly, her tone shifting to something serious.

"The leader of the Orthodox Sects is the Celestial Harmony Pavilions," she said, watching him closely. "They're all about purity, tradition, and justice. The Unorthodox Sects? They're led by the Demonic Pavilion—ruthless, lawless, and master of 7 sins."

She took a breath, pausing like she was considering if she should spill the rest. Should I say it? He's pushing me…

Celestial Harmony? Demonic Pavilion? Fancy-ass names for some fancy-ass bitches, he thought, tilting his head. Bet they've got some fine sluts running 'em.

She hesitated a moment longer, then continued, her voice dropping lower. "And the Alliance Sects… they're led by the Mountains of Sovereign," she said, exhaling sharply, as if saying it took something out of her. There it is… he'll catch it soon.