My Xianxia Harem Life

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 Steam

”I-I don’t like this! I feel too open!” Aurora whined, shaking her head furiously.

But no matter what she said, her cunt betrayed her—clenching tight, sucking Riley’s cock deeper inside as if desperate to keep it there.

Riley smirked darkly, his voice a low growl against her ear.

”That’s exactly why I want you here, Aurora. Look at yourself. Look at how perfect you are when I’m fucking you wide open.”

Her shame deepened when her gaze flickered toward the bed.

Edith and Juliet, both drenched in sweat and still catching their breaths from their turns, were staring right at her.

Edith’s lips were parted, her eyes shining with hunger, while Juliet bit her bottom lip and pressed her thighs together, unable to hide how aroused she was from watching.

Aurora whimpered, her pussy tightening even more around Riley’s cock under their hungry stares. ”No... n-not while they’re watching!”

”Especially while they’re watching,” Riley corrected, pounding harder into her slick folds.

Each thrust made her body bounce helplessly in his arms, her moans spilling out unrestrained.

The wet sound of his cock plunging into her depths echoed in the mirrored room, mixing with the heavy scent of sex.

”Riley... Riley! Ohhhh gods—I can’t—” Aurora’s voice cracked, her reflection showing the exact moment her shame twisted into raw, undeniable pleasure.

Her hips began moving on their own, grinding down desperately against Riley’s cock.

”Beautiful and perfect,” Riley growled, gripping her ass and thrusting up so deep she screamed.

”Now let go. Show them how much you love being mine.”

Aurora’s head snapped back, her moans echoing against the mirrors.

A gush of her nectar spilled out, splattering onto Riley’s thighs and dripping onto the floor beneath them.

Her body shook violently in his arms as she came hard, squirting uncontrollably for the first time in her life.

Edith gasped, her own hand slipping between her thighs, unable to resist. Juliet moaned softly, grinding against the sheets as she watched her sister-wife lose herself in ecstasy.

Aurora’s reflection showed everything—her pussy stretched wide around Riley’s cock, her juices spraying out in helpless spurts, her flushed face twisted in a mixture of shame and bliss.

When she finally collapsed against Riley’s chest, shaking and breathless, he still hadn’t stopped moving inside her.

He held her up effortlessly, thrusting into her trembling pussy again and again.

”Don’t think it’s over yet,” Riley whispered against her ear, his eyes locking with Edith’s and Juliet’s.

”You two—get up. It’s time all of you watch, and all of you take turns until I’m finished with every last one of you.”

Aurora moaned weakly, her pussy still gushing as Riley carried her like a trophy, displaying her to the other women in the mirror.

***

And so, Riley spent the entire night making love to his wives.

The ruckus was impossible to ignore; the walls of the pleasure pavilion trembled faintly, and the staff and disciples stationed nearby could not help but exchange glances.

The moans, cries, and rhythmic sounds that flowed through the air were more than enough to ignite curiosity and, in many, jealousy.

”Wow! Our senior disciple is really working hard tonight. He’s truly a model cultivator for us all to follow,” a snide voice rang out with exaggerated reverence, though the sarcasm in it was thick.

”Shhh... you’re just envious,” another whispered back, unable to hide a grin.

”From the sounds alone, it’s obvious that senior disciple Riley is extremely skilled in bed. You’re probably just jealous because you don’t have a dao companion yet. All your time is wasted on cultivation, while he’s balancing both the Dao and pleasure.”

”Balancing? Hah!” a third voice scoffed. ”What balance? He’s squandering his energy. While we refine qi and temper our bodies, he spends his essence on women. What good will beauty do when his wives grow old and decrepit? A hundred years from now, they’ll be nothing but withered husks. I’ll laugh—and spit—on their graves when that time comes.”

”That’s easy to say when you’ve never had a woman touch you,” someone shot back, half-amused and half-annoyed.

”Don’t pretend you wouldn’t throw away a year’s worth of cultivation just for one night with women like his. Tell me honestly, if a fairy descended from the heavens and offered herself to you, would you really refuse? Or would you run faster than anyone else to climb into her bed?”

The bitter disciple faltered for a moment, his scowl betraying more truth than he wished. ”Tch. Still doesn’t change the fact that wasting time like this will come back to haunt him.”

”Or maybe,” another chimed in with a sigh, ”this is his Dao. Who are we to judge if he cultivates through pleasure instead of asceticism? The heavens reward those who are true to themselves. For all we know, Riley might be comprehending something profound while you’re sitting here hugging your pillow in loneliness.”

That comment drew a round of laughter, though muffled—lest Riley or his wives hear them.

Yet no matter how much they whispered, argued, or mocked, the sounds of passion from behind those walls never ceased.

They rolled on without pause, one chorus after another, a melody of indulgence that both thrilled and tormented all who overheard.

As night gave way to dawn, and dawn to late morning, the pavilion staff were left wide-eyed.

Even the most seasoned attendants—men and women who had seen countless trysts unfold in those halls—were stunned at Riley’s endurance.

When the lovemaking finally quieted at noon, a hush fell across the pavilion, as though the whole establishment collectively exhaled.

”This...” one of the onlookers muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. ”This is beyond a man. Senior disciple Riley... is a monster.”

”Not a monster,” another corrected with awe in his tone, ”a legend.”

And from that day forward, the tale of Riley’s single night of passion spread like wildfire, whispered from disciple to disciple, until it became something more than rumor—a story immortalized in both admiration and envy.

***

Whenever Riley went out into the sect, he rarely walked alone.

Most of the time, he brought his wives with him, and on occasion, he even carried his children in his arms.

The sight of him surrounded by such beauty and family became something of a spectacle within the sect.

By now, the rumors of his prodigious stamina in bed had spread everywhere.

From outer disciples to elders, whispers followed him like a shadow.

Some laughed in private, some spoke with envy, while others admired him in silence.

But Riley himself did not care in the slightest.

To him, such matters would eventually become known one way or another, and letting them spread early only made people underestimate him in ways he found amusing.

And so, wherever Riley went, the disciples bowed deeply.

They respected his position, but there was also an unspoken weight in their gestures—fear.

Fear of what he represented, of the hidden depths of his power, of the untouchable aura that seemed to wrap around him.

At this point, only a true fool would dare to openly go against Riley.

Thus, three months slipped by quietly. It was an easy-going life, filled with laughter, cultivation, and the gentle warmth of family.

Riley began to think that perhaps things would remain this way—that he could continue to enjoy this balance of peace and indulgence without disruption.

But one morning, that illusion of tranquility was broken.

”Husband,” Juliet’s gentle voice called out as she stepped into the courtyard where Riley was sipping tea.

In her hands was a neatly folded missive sealed with the insignia of the sect.

”A letter came earlier from one of the disciples.”

Riley lifted his gaze, one brow arching slightly. Setting aside his cup, he stretched out his hand.

Juliet placed the letter into his palm, her eyes curious but silent.

He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.

His sharp eyes scanned the contents swiftly, and as he read, the corners of his lips began to curl upward.

It was not a mocking smile, nor was it a simple expression of amusement—it was something deeper, as though the words on the page had stirred both interest and anticipation within him.

Juliet tilted her head, her curiosity finally breaking through.

”What does it say, husband?”

Riley chuckled under his breath, folding the letter back neatly.

”Interesting,” he said at last, his tone slow, deliberate, and filled with an edge of intrigue.

That single word was enough to make Juliet frown slightly.

She knew her husband well enough to recognize that whenever he spoke in that manner, something unusual—something that could change their days of peace—was about to unfold.

***

Three days later, Riley and his wives arrived at a vast open square where a grand stage stood at the forefront.

Before it stretched a sea of disciples, seated in neat rows that rippled outward in every direction.

They resembled students awaiting instruction, their gazes fixed on the stage with rapt attention.

Upon the platform sat several figures of great stature.

Each one was clearly a powerhouse in their own right, and the oppressive spiritual pressure they exuded rolled across the assembly like crashing waves.

Even from a distance, the disciples could barely withstand the weight, their bodies stiff with awe and intimidation.

Then came the moment for Riley to ascend. As he set foot on the steps leading to the stage, the air seemed to shift.

One by one, every pair of eyes turned toward him, curiosity and expectation mingling in their gazes.

Whispers hushed, and silence fell over the square.

Riley walked forward calmly, his wives watching from below with quiet pride.

The sheer stillness of the crowd only made his presence stand out all the more—every step he took seemed to echo, as though the stage itself acknowledged his arrival.