Chapter 9: A Threesome?

As the sun dipped beyond the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Long clan estate, Kieran stirred from his meditation. The steady pulse of energy above his dantian still lingered, but exhaustion overwhelmed him.

He made his way through the corridors, guided by habit rather than thought, and stepped into a room where the scent of floral oils drifted in the air. The soft splash of water reached his ears, and his breath caught as his eyes landed on a breathtaking sight.

Roulan sat in a wooden tub, steam curling around her like a delicate veil. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her soft, porcelain skin. Beads of water traced lazy paths down her bare shoulders, pooling at the gentle curve of her collarbone before slipping into the depths of the water. Her long, silken hair clung to her back, dark against the pale glow of her flesh. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she turned to face him, her wide eyes meeting his.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, realizing his mistake, Long Chen turned sharply. "I ...I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize—"

"Wait." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet it carried a tremor of resolve. "You've already seen me… shouldn't you take responsibility?"

Kieran's body tensed. The vulnerability in her voice, the way she clutched the water around her as if it could shield her, only made her more enchanting. She was trying to sound composed, but her face burned with embarrassment, her words barely audible—like the hum of a summer breeze.

When he hesitated, she stepped out of the tub, droplets cascading down her body. Her delicate fingers reached for his robes, her touch uncertain yet determined. She untied the fabric, her breath hitching as his bare chest was revealed. But when her gaze lowered further, her movements stilled.

A sharp intake of breath. A frozen moment suspended in time.

Kieran smirked, amused by her stunned reaction. Taking advantage of her hesitation, he lifted her chin gently, guiding her gaze back to his. "Shall I help you relax?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing.

Roulan's lips parted, but no words came. She merely nodded.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. Roulan trembled at first, her body tense beneath his touch, but as his warmth enveloped her, she surrendered, melting into his embrace. His fingers traced slow, reverent paths along her skin, eliciting a quiet gasp as he kissed down the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her delicate flesh. Every touch, every caress, was deliberate—an unspoken promise of devotion and desire.

Kieran's hands explored her, learning every curve, every shiver, as he drew her closer. Roulan's breaths turned uneven, her heart racing as his lips found the sensitive hollow of her collarbone. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, unsure yet unwilling to let go. When his touch ventured lower, she let out a soft, involuntary moan, her body responding to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensations he awakened within her.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed. Roulan's cheeks were flushed, a mix of shyness and anticipation as she wrapped herself around him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers.

Kieran lowered her onto the bed, his gaze locked onto hers, seeking silent permission. Is this okay?

Roulan's lips parted, but the words failed to come out of her mouth. Instead, her hands found his shoulders, pulling him down. Their lips meeting in another passionate kiss, heat flaring as her nails dug into his skin, answering him without a sound.

Kieran took his time to explore her body. The Yang Dragon Scripture had improved his techniques and sharpened his senses. He felt every hitch of her breath, every shudder under his fingertips—and he used it mercilessly, pushing her arousal to the peak. His lips traced the curve of her neck, her collarbone, before finally landing on the pink peaks that adorned her chest. His hands moved lower… until her moans became gasps, her body arching into him, demanding more.

When she felt a pressure building up he suddenly stopped and positioned himself between her thighs, he teased her first—the length of him dragging against her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her hips jerked in response. Just when she was getting frustrated, Kieran placed his rod on her flower.

"Breathe," he murmured, as he gently pushed inside.

A sharp inhale. The tearing of her hymen made her body tense up. But then his hands slid up her waist, anchoring her as pleasure seeped into the ache, molten and slow.

"Kieran—" His name fractured in her throat as he fully entered her, her back arched, and her body trembled as her yin essence washed his rod.

Kieran waited for her orgasm to pass before he started moving again, slowly pulling out before gently entering her. Each of his movements elicited a moan from her lips. He slowly picked up the pace, enjoying the symphony of moans that escaped her lips, each thrust deeper than the last, each stroke stoking the fire until neither could tell where one body ended and the other began. They lost themselves in the pleasure, Roulan having multiple orgasms by the time Kieran was ready to release his load.

As he released his yang essence into her womb, Roulan's body trembled once more as waves of pleasure from her orgasm crashed into her body. A purple light swam beneath her skin, finally settling around her navel in the form of a purple-gold dragon chasing its tail. The sphere pulsed in response, absorbing the delicate thread of her yin essence from Roulan, while a miniature sphere formed in her chest.

She lay on his chest, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, her mind clouded with bliss. Long Chen held her close, pressing a lingering kiss to her damp forehead, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against his chest.

Roulan, still breathless, lifted a trembling hand to her chest. Baixue, she sensed the change in her body. Guided by instinct, she used her divine sense to investigate. The moment she found the sphere, her consciousness was pulled inward, and she found herself standing within a vast, luminescent garden. She gasped, her eyes sweeping over the heaven-grade treasures.

"This… What is this place?" she whispered in awe.

Before she could process the sight before her, another figure materialized nearby.

Baixue.

The two women stared at each other in shock, neither expecting to meet the other here. 

"Master, your wives are inside the sphere." Sindra's sultry voice sounded in his mind.

Long Chen appeared before them the next moment, surprised by how much the herbs had multiplied, but seeing their bewildered expressions, he shared what little he knew about the sphere before they could even ask.

Roulan and Baixue exchanged glances before Roulan spoke. "And… the dragon mark?" 

Long Chen hesitated. It wasn't something he had noticed himself, but Sindra's voice curled in his mind, laced with amusement. "Tell them it is your family seal, they now belong to you."

He coughed lightly before relaying the message. "It's… a mark that shows you are mine."

Roulan's cheeks flushed again, while Baixue sighed in relief.

"So....sh...she's already your woman too." Roulan stared at Baixue, now understanding why she gave her the jade slip; her blush deepened as she vowed to master the Yin dragon scripture soon.

Kieran simply nodded 

Sindra, unseen to both women, sat on Kieran's shoulder, her violet eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, my dear master, are you thinking of having a threesome?"

The thought crossed his mind as soon as he heard Sindra's voice.