Chapter Ten

Soulful found herself increasingly enjoying the feeling of being a woman.

This discovery didn't happen suddenly; rather, it sprouted and grew slowly like a seed through their daily interactions, eventually blossoming into a large, leafy tree. At first, she simply felt she had finally found her place, that she no longer had to play roles that weren't her own, and that she could finally be with Xiao Yan as her true self—well, although this "true self" was somewhat complicated. But as time went on, she began to discover more of the beauty of being a woman.

She possessed three thousand years of memories and experience. The Soul Clan's library contained not only various cultivation techniques and combat skills, but also records of bedroom arts. She had never paid attention to those things before, even finding them utterly disdainful. But now, with her own body and the opportunity to practice them, those long-buried memories seemed to be awakened, surfacing one by one in her mind.

Even more remarkably, the soul imprints of those eight women also brought her a wealth of experience. Each of them had been intimate with Xiao Yan, and they all knew his body, his preferences, and his weaknesses. And all these memories and feelings were now concentrated in Hun Meier alone. She understood Xiao Yan's body better than anyone else, and knew better than anyone else how to make him experience ecstasy.

Thus, Xiao Yan's quality of life—or rather, the quality of his "exploitation"—began a qualitative leap.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Hun Meier would wake up precisely on time. She would open her eyes, look at Xiao Yan still fast asleep beside her, and a gentle smile would unconsciously curve her lips as she gazed at his peaceful sleeping face. Then she would gently lift the covers, slip into the depths of the blankets, and begin her daily routine of "absorbing yang to replenish yin."

Her oral skills were honed through countless practices. She knew exactly how much pressure her tongue should exert, how lightly or heavily her teeth should touch him, which part of her throat to use to envelop his most sensitive spot, and what rhythm to use to suckle at the moment of his climax to maximize his pleasure. She was like a meticulous craftsman, carefully polishing her most prized creation every morning.

Xiao Yan would always be awakened from his sleep by that tingling sensation. He would groggily open his eyes and feel the warm presence under the blanket, feel her nimble tongue wandering over his most sensitive spot, and feel as if he had been struck by an electric current, the numbness spreading from his spine all the way to the back of his head.

"Mei'er...so early in the morning...don't..."

His protests were always weak and powerless, because before he could finish speaking, Hun Mei'er's throat would contract, enveloping him even tighter, and then he would completely give up resisting, shut his mouth, and enjoy this daily morning "wake-up service".

When he released it into her mouth, she would swallow every last drop of the essence. She could feel the energy contained within that essence flowing, spreading, and being absorbed within her body. It was the essence of a Dou Di level cultivator, a highly nourishing substance for any cultivator, and she enjoyed this nourishment every day. She could feel her cultivation steadily improving; although the increase wasn't large, it accumulated over time into a considerable benefit.

But the real highlight comes at night.

She would straddle Xiao Yan, looking down at him—the man she once hated to the core, but now she couldn't bear to part with. Her hands rested on his strong chest, feeling the texture of his muscles and his body temperature, then slowly, little by little, she pulled him into her body. The feeling of being filled made her unable to help but let out a satisfied sigh each time.

While her body was absorbing yang energy to replenish yin, it was also circulating an ancient dual cultivation technique within her body. Her body was like a finely millstone, and each of Xiao Yan's thrusts would cause that millstone to turn, grinding his essence into the purest energy, which was then absorbed into her meridians through the point where the two were closely joined.

She was on top, and he was on the bottom.

She controlled the rhythm, the speed, everything. She could explore every sensitive spot on Xiao Yan's body with different angles, intensities, and frequencies. She knew his favorite speed, his least favorite angle, and how much force to use to contract herself when he was about to reach his climax, so that he would lose himself in pleasure.

Xiao Yan, the mighty Dou Di, the strongest man on the continent, was utterly no match for Hun Mei'er in bed. Her skills were too exquisite, her body too perfectly suited to him, and her understanding of him too profound, leaving him utterly helpless every time. He even sometimes had the illusion that he wasn't being served, but rather being enjoyed.

"How is it? Is it comfortable?" Hun Meier leaned down and whispered in his ear, her voice carrying a hint of sly laughter.

"So comfortable...so comfortable..." Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse and trembling. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Would you like to be more comfortable?"

As she spoke, her waist began a strange twisting motion. The twist was small in amplitude but extremely fast in frequency, like a snake creating a tiny, high-frequency vibration in her pelvis. It was a technique she had created herself, combining some physical characteristics of the Snake-People and the Primordial Void Dragon Clan, which could generate a special vibrational wave within her body, precisely stimulating Xiao Yan's most sensitive spot.

Xiao Yan's body arched violently, letting out a muffled groan he couldn't suppress. His fingers tore two long rips in the bedsheet, and he felt as if he had been thrown into a huge wave, completely losing control of his body.

"Mei'er...you...where did you learn...these things..."

"Guess." Hun Meier laughed even harder, and she quickened the pace of her hip movements. Watching Xiao Yan roll his eyes, tremble, and stammer incoherently beneath her, she felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

She was once his enemy, and the fate of being killed by him had left her resentful for thousands of years. But now she is his empress, the one who can pin him down on the bed and "do whatever she wants" with him. This sense of conquest is completely different from the pleasure of revenge—revenge is a momentary thrill, while this conquest is a daily, continuous, and sweet victory.

When she sensed that Xiao Yan was about to reach his peak, she would take a deep breath, tighten her muscles, and lock him firmly deep within her body. She could feel his trembling and weakness as he gushed out of her, feel the warmth and abundant energy as she absorbed his essence, and feel her own cultivation level jump upwards slightly at that moment.

Then she would lie on top of him, feeling his rapid heartbeat and quick breathing, reach out and gently stroke his sweaty cheeks, and place a tender kiss on his lips.

"You've worked hard, darling."

Xiao Yan would usually roll his eyes and say listlessly, "You're the one who's had a hard time..."

Hun Mei'er would giggle like a little fox who had stolen a chicken, burying her face in his neck and enjoying the afterglow.

What's even more interesting is that no matter how much she tormented Xiao Yan in bed, no matter how much she drained him, he still had to pamper and coax her afterwards. Partly, it was because she was six months pregnant—although it was still early and her belly wasn't showing yet, the doctor said the first three months were the most dangerous; partly, it was because Xiao Yan himself felt somewhat indebted to her. After all, her current state was ultimately partly his fault.

So every time she misbehaved in bed, Xiao Yan would personally cook her a delicious meal the next day, accompany her shopping, patiently listen to her ramblings about trivial matters, and gently massage her back and legs. His other concubines saw this and felt envious, but they had nothing to say—after all, who could compete for the emperor's favor with a pregnant woman?

One night, after Hun Meier had exhausted Xiao Yan as usual, she lay on his chest, drawing circles on his chest with her finger, and suddenly said, "Tell me, has anyone in history ever made a Dou Di beg for mercy with their eyes rolling back?"

Xiao Yan, with his eyes closed, answered weakly, "No. You're the first."

"Has anyone in history been able to use a Dou Di as a cultivation vessel, absorbing yang energy to replenish yin energy every day?"

No, you're the first one too.

"Has anyone in history been able to get a Dou Di to obediently cook for her and massage her back afterward?"

Xiao Yan opened his eyes and glanced at her helplessly: "What do you think?"

Hun Meier grinned, a smile tinged with pride, satisfaction, and an indescribable happiness: "I think I'm the first. And very likely the only one."

After she finished speaking, she buried her face in Xiao Yan's neck, feeling his warm body temperature and steady heartbeat. Her heart was filled with an unprecedented peace and contentment—a peace and contentment that she, as the Soul Emperor, could not obtain no matter how much she schemed and tried.

She once wanted to conquer the whole world, but now she finds that conquering one person brings her more happiness than conquering the whole world.

"Xiao Yan," she said softly.

"Um?"

"I like you so much."

He paused for a moment, then gently tightened his arms around her waist, his voice low and tender: "I know."

Hun Meier didn't speak again, but simply closed her eyes, savoring this peaceful and beautiful moment. A small life was growing within her, the essence of a Dou Di flowed through her body, and beside her lay the man she once hated to the bone, but now loved deeply.

She suddenly thought of a question—was the curse of desire truly a curse? Or was it actually a gift to her, a gift that allowed her to break free from the past and start anew?

She didn't know the answer.

But she knew that if she had to choose again, she would still go into that room, still ride on that man, and still let herself succumb to that irresistible happiness.

Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, bathed the two of them, as if draping them in a silver veil.

This night will be another long and intense one.