(meanwhile) high above Lyue

Ningguang sat across from Yelan in a private chamber, completely naked and already sweating.

Yelan lounged in her chair with a glass of wine, looking thoroughly amused.

“So,” Yelan said, smirking, “you called me here for a secret assignment. I’m listening.”

Ningguang took a deep breath and tried to speak.

“I need you to— haaah—!!”

Her body suddenly seized up. A powerful, forced orgasm crashed through her without warning. She gripped the edge of the table, thighs shaking violently as she came hard, a wet sound echoing through the room as she squirted onto the floor.

It took nearly thirty seconds for her to recover enough to continue.

“I need you to… shadow the Traveler— nngh—!!”

Another climax hit her mid-sentence. Her eyes rolled back. Her voice cracked into a broken moan as her pussy clenched and leaked onto the chair.

Yelan’s eyebrow rose higher. She took a slow sip of wine, clearly entertained.

“Interesting. Continue.”

Ningguang panted hard, trying again.

“Ganyu no longer reports to me. He… he will leave Liyue soon. I need someone reliable— ahhh—!! Fuck—!!”

She came again, harder. Her body arched, breasts bouncing as she sobbed through the forced pleasure. It took almost a full minute this time before she could speak.

“I need you to follow him outside of Liyue. Report on his activities. But do not engage him directly. Just… observe and inform me.”

Yelan watched her friend — the proud Tianquan — reduced to a trembling, cumming mess just from trying to give orders. It was both pitiful and incredibly hot.

It took nearly a full hour.

Hundreds of climaxes later, Ningguang finally managed to fully convey the task between endless forced orgasms. She was a wreck by the end — drooling, twitching, thighs soaked, voice completely hoarse.

Yelan set her empty glass down and stood up, stretching lazily.

“Alright. I accept. I’ll shadow him quietly. No direct contact.”

She walked over to the ruined Tianquan and gently tilted Ningguang’s chin up with one finger, looking into her glassy golden eyes.

“But I have to admit… I’m intrigued. What kind of man could reduce you of all people to this state? You used to be untouchable.”

Yelan’s smirk turned sharper, more hungry.

“I might just have to taste him myself once. Just once. Out of professional curiosity, of course.”

Ningguang could only whimper weakly in response as another small aftershock made her body twitch.

Yelan chuckled and turned to leave.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you informed. And I’ll try not to fall for him too hard.”

As the door closed behind her, Ningguang collapsed fully onto the table, still twitching, her conditioned body punishing her for every remaining scheming thought that tried to form.

Back at the mansion, Aether was still peacefully buried under four devoted women, completely unaware that a new player had just entered the game.