After shrinking down, Yan Zhen endured endless fondling from his Saint Lord Master and a barrage of photos from his wives. By the time he finished a simple meal utterly exhausted in body and mind, he headed straight back to his room for a bath.
Leaning against the edge of the Cloud Pool, he soaked in the warm spirit spring water and let out a long sigh. Gazing soulfully at the starry night sky, Yan Zhen lay sprawled out like a complete slacker.
He couldn’t understand what was so great about being small. Wasn’t this size far more comfortable? Hmph.
Splash.
The sound of a door opening reached his ears, followed by five familiar auras appearing in his perception. Yan Zhen paid them no mind, remaining utterly languid.
Moments later, five stunning beauties of varied charms entered, their graceful figures wrapped only in bath towels that clung like tube-top miniskirts. The towels just covered their proud, snowy peaks, leaving their slender arms and long, shapely legs bare. Their long hair was simply pinned up, with a few damp strands framing their faces, giving them the full allure of alluring young wives.
Reaching the pool’s edge, the five women finally removed their towels and set them in a nearby basin before slipping into the water with their flawless, naked bodies.
Jiu Youyue swam to Yan Zhen’s side first, pressing close and tucking his arm into her deep cleavage. Seeing his tsundere, aloof expression, she chuckled inwardly.
“Little Zhen Zhen, are you mad?”
Yan Zhen shot her a sideways glance, then huffed and turned his face away, pulling his arm free as well.
Jiu Youyue simply pressed herself fully against him instead, wrapping her arms around his waist and murmuring sweet apologies into his ear.
“Don’t be mad, Little Zhen Zhen. It was just a joke.”
Yan Zhen huffed again, making it clear he was still very much upset.
At that moment, Ji Ya arrived at his other side and snuggled up tight, her own impressive peaks—every bit as magnificent as the demoness’s—pressing against him and molding into tantalizing shapes like half-set cream.
“Good little brother~” Ji Ya cooed sweetly, her glossy red lips parting slightly as she breathed hot air over his ear. “We were in the wrong earlier. Will Big Sis make it up to you now?”
Yan Zhen felt a surge of restlessness, but this wasn’t his first time facing such temptations. He suppressed his rising desires and huffed once more, signaling that his anger wouldn’t dissipate so easily.
He was nothing but a grumpy hummer. If it had been Yan Ruyu or Little Aunt Yu Qing, they’d probably have slugged him twice already.
Ji Ya couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.
“If Little Brother Yan Zhen doesn’t answer, Big Sis will take that as a yes.”
With that, she flicked out her pink tongue and licked his earlobe, making him shiver.
Delighted by his response, Ji Ya parted her lips and gave it a gentle nip.
Yan Zhen betrayed a look of clear enjoyment, but he quickly schooled his features into one that said, “I feel nothing—don’t bother.”
Jiu Youyue suddenly understood. She promptly planted a loud smooch on Yan Zhen’s cheek, then trailed kisses downward all the way to his chest, swirling playfully.
Yan Zhen sucked in a sharp breath, his arm instinctively wrapping lightly around the demoness’s slim waist in a gesture that seemed half-hearted, as if he wanted to push her away but couldn’t bear to.
Jiu Youyue tilted her enchanting face upward, savoring her lover’s every expression—the twitch of his brows, the quickening of his breath—all of it filling her with delight.
“Want a kiss, Little Zhen Zhen?”
Yan Zhen snapped back to attention and huffed tsundere-style.
“No kisses!”
Jiu Youyue laughed prettily and lowered her head to tease him further.
Yan Zhen stubbornly insisted, “I’m not going to give in—hiss!”
Before he could finish, Yan Zhen let out a strange yelp. Glancing down, he saw Yi Xian’er had sneaked up like an assassin from underwater and was now up to mischief on his lap.
Her usually well-hidden E-cups revealed their full, plump glory, cushioning his thighs like the softest padding—or a top-tier heated blanket.
“Xian’er, playing dirty tricks…”
Yi Xian’er blinked her beautiful eyes, nibbling teasingly at the simple line-art evil dragon mark while gazing up at him from below the water. It was as if she were saying, “All’s fair in love and war.”
Caught in a three-way assault, even Yan Zhen couldn’t hold out. He quickly surrendered, all his temper melting away.
Cai Lian and Zi Xunyi sat side by side across the pool, watching their sisters get intimate with their husband. Their own hearts stirred with waves of longing.
“You lot, don’t spoil him too much,” Cai Lian said half-heartedly. “Otherwise, there’ll only be more sisters in the future, and no matter how big the Emperor Palace is, it won’t be enough.”
She was probably alluding to the Evil Consort.
“That’s easy to say, but aren’t you, Sister Cai Lian, the one who spoils Yan Zhen the most?” Zi Xunyi teased softly with a smile. “If you really meant to rein him in, the Yu family wouldn’t have had their turn.”
Cai Lian’s lovely face flushed red.
“How could I possibly control him… Not just me—even Master Chen Xi might struggle. It takes all us sisters working together to keep him in check a little.”
Zi Xunyi nodded with a smile.
“Then it’s settled. From now on, anyone who wants to join needs our collective approval.”
The two women chatted and laughed, though their attention never strayed far from Yan Zhen and the others.
A short while later, Yi Xian’er surfaced from the water and knelt before Yan Zhen, shaking out her wet hair so droplets scattered around.
Yan Zhen reached out with his free left hand and gently stroked her rosy cheek, a wave of tenderness washing over him.
Yi Xian’er nuzzled his palm and planted a kiss on the back of his hand, her voice dripping with allure.
“Not mad anymore, okay?”
Yan Zhen could hardly resist. He yanked her into his arms, hands gripping her rear and urging her to rock atop him like riding a rocking car.
Only when Yi Xian’er rocked herself to exhaustion did Yan Zhen lift her onto the poolside behind him and thrust deep to fill her completely.
Amid the swirling steam, the Thousand Fiend Queen—with her silver hair and purple eyes—lay on her back by the shore, eyes half-lidded as if her soul had fled her body.
“Bear a child for me, Xian’er.”
“Mm… mm.”
Her voice was faint as a mosquito’s, but resolute.
Only then did Yan Zhen withdraw in satisfaction. Ji Ya and Jiu Youyue came to their senses and knelt to clean him up attentively.
Behind him, Cai Lian and Zi Xunyi had drawn near at some point, massaging his shoulders from either side.
Yan Zhen draped an arm around each of them, feeling like he was in paradise surrounded by beauties. In a soft voice, he said, “Thank you. Having you all by my side makes me so happy.”
Cai Lian made no reply, simply giving him a deep, passionate kiss. Zi Ji leaned in for her own kiss as well, while Ji Ya and Jiu Youyue redoubled their devoted service.
The fun lasted until deep into the night before finally quieting down. Afterward, they returned to the room for a grand shared slumber.
Yan Yan noticed her Mother Concubine hadn’t come back to sleep with her and immediately realized she must be off getting intimate with Father Emperor. Her mother liked to act tough, but deep down, she adored Father Emperor the most.
With her parents on such good terms, she, as their daughter, was overjoyed.
The three beautiful masters knew as well. Chen Xi was used to it by now, while the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy each harbored their own thoughts.
The night passed uneventfully. When the sun was already high, everyone awoke, dressed elegantly, and gathered in the hall, all of them glowing with satisfaction and vigor.
After a brief rest, Yan Zhen headed to the Celestial God Palace with his three beautiful masters to discuss the details of the engagement ceremony.
Meanwhile, Zi Xunyi led the other women on a tour of the Celestial God Clan’s sights.
The group stayed for two days before departing for the Dragon God Clan.
