My Xianxia Harem Life

The soft glow of the lanterns flickered against the room’s walls, casting shadows that seemed to move in rhythm with them.

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Riley knew he had a duty to fulfill—a purpose to this healing.

But in that moment, with Fay’s body responding so beautifully beneath his hands, he found it increasingly difficult to remind himself that this was just a treatment.

Meanwhile, Fay was drowning in sensation, her body overtaken by an unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure.

The warmth of Riley’s hands against her skin felt like fire melting the ice that had plagued her all her life.

Every touch sent ripples of heat through her veins, making her tremble beneath his firm yet careful grip.

What is this…? she thought hazily, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming bliss.

All she had ever known was the relentless chill that seeped into her bones, the constant ache of her condition.

Pain had been her only companion, her body nothing more than a prison.

But now, that agony was gone, replaced by something entirely different—something that left her weak and breathless.

Riley’s fingers worked her sensitive flesh expertly, kneading, stroking, teasing.

Her heavy breasts, untouched until now, ached in his grasp, her nipples hard and swollen from his attention.

Each squeeze, each gentle pinch, sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight to the deepest parts of her body, making her back arch and her legs tighten.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

Fay couldn’t hold back the sweet moans spilling from her lips. Her body no longer belonged to her—it belonged to him, to his touch, to the pleasure he was unlocking inside her.

She had never imagined such sensations existed, much less that she would experience them like this, helpless beneath his hands.

And then—there was that feeling.

Deep inside her core, something was building. A strange pressure, coiling tighter and tighter, making her muscles tense and her breathing hitch.

It felt urgent, insistent, like something inside her was about to snap.

Her body trembled as the pressure grew unbearable, a mix of pleasure and desperation rolling over her like waves crashing against the shore.

"Young Master Riley… I feel something… it’s in my…" Fay’s voice was a breathless whisper, but she couldn’t finish her sentence.

The sensation consumed her, leaving her speechless.

Riley did not stop.

His hands moved with purpose, his voice low and steady, guiding her through the storm.

"Let it out, Fay. That’s the poison that’s been plaguing you for so long. Don’t fight it—just let it go."

Fay whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She felt as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff, her body begging for release, yet afraid of what would happen if she surrendered to the pleasure completely.

And then—

Riley rolled her hardened pink nipples between his fingers, tugging them with just the right amount of force.

A spark ignited inside her.

"Ahhhhhhh—!"

Her entire body convulsed as a wave of pure ecstasy crashed over her.

Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clenching as the tension inside her snapped, unleashing an explosion of pleasure unlike anything she had ever known.

A sudden gush of warmth flooded between her legs, soaking the sheets beneath her.

The scent of her release filled the room, sweet and intoxicating, proof of the intensity of her climax.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she trembled, completely overwhelmed.

Fay’s vision blurred, her mind hazy as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her weak and trembling.

She had never known her body was capable of such bliss, never imagined that pleasure could be so powerful, so consuming.

And as she lay there, utterly spent, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, one thought echoed in her dazed mind—

I never want this to end.

Fay lay still, her body humming with a sensation she had never felt before.

Her chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, her fingers twitching as if hesitant to let go of the euphoria that had just swept through her.

The warmth Riley had ignited within her had spread to every inch of her being, replacing the coldness she had endured for as long as she could remember.

Her lips parted slightly, as if forming words she could not yet speak.

Had she really just experienced such overwhelming pleasure? Was this truly happening?

Before she could get lost in thought, Riley’s voice cut through the haze.

"Do you feel any changes in your body, Fay?"

The steady timbre of his voice sent a ripple of awareness through her.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his with an intensity that hadn’t been there before.

Unlike earlier, there was no hesitation in her gaze, no trace of the shy, uncertain girl who had once feared his touch.

She studied him, her body responding instinctively before her mind could catch up.

Without realizing it, she arched her back ever so slightly, subtly pushing her breasts forward as if silently inviting him to continue.

The feeling of his hands on her skin had been intoxicating, and now that they were gone, she found herself aching for more.

But Riley did not move.

His hands remained at his sides, his golden robes still perfectly in place, as if he had not been affected in the slightest by what had just occurred.

His composure was unwavering, his expression unreadable.

A pang of disappointment flickered through her.

What am I thinking? I’ve become… indecent…

She squeezed her legs together, embarrassed by the unfamiliar heat still burning within her.

She had spent her entire life training, cultivating, dedicating herself to the rigid discipline of the sect.

There had been no time for distractions, no space for indulgence.

She had never once thought about her body in this way, never longed for a touch that could melt her like this.

Yet here she was—craving it.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she quickly turned her attention inward, scanning her body for any lingering traces of the cold that had tormented her for years.