Xiaolie’s Day
Not quite content with just this one activity, as it was somewhat spoiled by an uncouth fool. The six wives decided to visit a few places around the territory of the Elt clan. They were driven to a few notable pieces of scenery, as well as some landmarks, most of them ruins of old lords.
Leynlornd didn’t immediately start as the business and profit-oriented nation it is today. It was once a typical emerging kingdom, and the land was split between several factions, all aiming to expand their territories and eventually lift themself up to become the rightful ruler of Leynlornd as a whole. Many of these ruins were remnants left behind by the losers of this struggle.
They had been ransacked centuries ago, and now served as landmarks for the curious, or places of meeting for lovers.
“Do you think Lord Anoteros would agree to have sex with us inside such ruins?”
“I mean… I don’t see why not. It would be quite exciting to get pounded knowing that other people might pass nearby, or even see us!”
Hui was immediately on board with the idea, to the surprise of no one.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if he claimed me in front of a crowd of strangers, so…”
Luxuli giggled, imagining it. She very obviously didn’t just ‘not mind’. She would love for her husband to dominate her in front of an audience. That would be the ultimate demonstration of how he owned her, in her opinion.
Linmin stayed quiet but agreed with Luxuli’s sentiment. Meanwhile, Yin was busy imagining how her moans would echo in the dead of night inside such ruins–It would simply be incredible. It would be a nice story if he impregnated her on one of such ‘excursions’, too.
As for Haoyu, he would be far too embarrassed about doing such a thing outside of the residence or a locked room. He was already too nervous to do it inside the residence when it was one of those rooms with an open ceiling… So instead of thinking about such things, he fantasised about how he would renovate such a ruin.
Xiaolie naturally remained quiet as the wives discussed whilst seated inside the moving carriage. If she were to join in, she would naturally agree. Although what she personally preferred was simply when Edrick was aggressive and kept her pinned down or otherwise restrained during activities. She liked to be reminded of her place, and every time her master gave a reward, Xiaolie would pray that it was the day he would plant his seed inside her womb.
Alas, she knew very well that Edrick wanted to wait before siring an offspring that was half Elt and half Chen. It would make waves throughout the country if it came to be known that Anoteros hadn’t just acquired the pure bloodline of the lost Chen clan, but also discovered a pure-blooded descendant whom he had made into his obedient maid.
The Chen bloodline was a powerful one, and Xiao was certainly the Chen with the highest potential to have ever lived. The offspring she would make with her master would have incredibly high chances of having absurd levels of talent.
That was without mentioning the fact that since he possessed the Chen bloodline, he could theoretically produce a pure Chen descendant. This would be unprecedented, as it could mean that the Chen clan could be reborn, but as a sub-clan of the Elt.
Such a possibility was so huge that it could actually be dangerous for Anoteros if it came to be known–Hence why he wanted to wait until his status and strength were higher. He especially wanted to become a man of importance to the crown before revealing the full potential his lineage could have.
After all, he also had Jingyi, who could give birth to special heirs. That was without mentioning whatever the deal was with Muxing, or the fact that Anoteros would most definitely have descendants who were species from the realm of Eltysia.
Somehow, the most notable and dangerous thing about Edrick wasn’t his impressive strength, but the potential he had to produce descendants of great quality.
‘Yep, Master’s heavy pouch is definitely a treasure trove’
Xiaolie smiled slightly, but her smile quickly faded as she rapidly exited the carriage without a single word.
She pulled herself upward, landing next to the carriage driver: A grey-robed member of the Elt clan. He usually did some small tasks around the clan, but he had run into Edrick once, and they had apparently hit it off well enough for him to land a nice gig as a carriage driver until one of Edrick’s own maids actually learned the ins and outs of the profession.
“Mmh…”
“Looks like cultivators from Journomanp, Miss”
“I can see that”
Xiaolie casually stepped down from the carriage and moved forward.
“I didn’t realise Journomanp was such a shithole. Even bandits need to cross the border to make money?”
“Shut up, bitch! You better listen to us, unless you want to feel the consequences!”
The three disciples eyed her like a piece of meat. Truly, it was much more attractive when her master did the same thing. He simply had a way to do it that was magnetic... But these three? They just looked like thirsty dogs.
“Why are there only three of you?”
“The rest of us are hidden. This is an ambush, obviously”
“I can tell there are only the three of you. Did you run into some trouble in your mission? The previous teams I heard of were larger than this. I would believe it if you were stronger, but… You are weak... You in the middle, I guess you're an inner disciple?”
“You bitch! You think you can take an inner disciple of Tiegui Sect?”
Xiaolie tilted her head, and a smile crept up to her face.
“Iron Tortoise Sect, I think that means? So you’re weak defence merchants? How about you kowtow a thousand times and call me mommy?”
“Bitch, you dare?!”
“Hell yeah! I was wondering when you would say that! Is ‘bitch’ the only insult you have, though? Sounds a bit repetitive to just insult me three times in the same way. Besides, I can’t really take offence. It’s a lovely word considering my Master calls me that all the time”
“You…!”
“I…?”
“You’re…!”
“Come on, get it out already!”
“You’re courting death!”
Xiaolie clapped.
“I fucking love it… You guys are really walking stereotypes! My Master will have so much fun in Journomanp”
“That’s it, kill this bi– This whore! Kill this whore!”
The two weaker disciples of Tiegui Sect surged forward, unsheathing Jian swords. Their skins seemed to take on a more metallic sheen, but it was of no importance as they soon crumbled to the ground, howling in pain as four arms fell to the ground.
“Where the fuck did that sword come from?!”
“Man, I’ve been in a sword stance the entire time, and none of you even suspected that I had a sword somewhere? Is Journomanp sending their trash due to a problem of overpopulation or something?”
“Shut up! You might slice through these weaklings easily, but I-!”
The suspected inner disciple swiftly turned his skin into steel, elevating his physical defences greatly… However, in Xiaolie’s eyes, it was like putting a mouse in a suit of armour. If you step on it, the result is still the same.
Without mercy, she rushed forward, landing a devastating kick straight to his family jewels. Instantly cancelling his cultivation skill, he knelt on the ground to puke from the sheer pain.
“I’ll deliver you and your crippled friends to the Elt clan on behalf of my Master. Smile, torture there is more enjoyable than in the Xing clan, for you, I mean”