Final fall

Aether looked down at the kneeling, naked Tianquan for a long moment.

He already knew the truth — Ningguang had never intended for things to spiral that far. She had simply wanted to create opportunities and connections. But he couldn’t resist teasing her a little.

He let out a heavy, disappointed sigh.

“…I trusted you to arrange a meeting with the adepti, Ningguang. Not to nearly get me killed by throwing me at a literal monster in heat.”

Ningguang’s head lowered even further, shame clear on her face.

Rosaria immediately chimed in, arms crossed, clearly enjoying herself.

“Yeah. You really fucked up this time, rich lady. He came back half-dead. I had to watch him fight for his life while unconscious. All because you wanted to ‘help.’”

Aether continued, voice dripping with mock disappointment:

“I thought you were smarter than this. The great Tianquan, reduced to making such a dangerous mistake. I’m… very disappointed.”

Ningguang’s shoulders trembled slightly. The proud woman looked genuinely crushed.

After letting her stew in it for a good while, Aether finally spoke again, voice dropping lower:

“But since you’re so eager to take responsibility… you’re going to experience exactly what you helped create.”

He stepped closer, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him.

“You’re going to feel what Shenhe felt. What I became when I lost control. A mortal woman, with no adepti blood, no ancient techniques, no restraints… exposed to that kind of force.”

Ningguang’s golden eyes widened, a flash of real fear mixing with shameful arousal.

“It… it would be a death sentence for me…” she whispered.

“Exactly,” Aether said calmly. “You need to understand what you almost did to me.”

Of course, he had no intention of actually letting it go that far. He would stop long before she was in any real danger. But she needed to feel it. She needed the lesson.

Ningguang swallowed hard, then bowed her head deeply.

“…As you wish, Traveler. I accept my punishment.”

Rosaria smirked beside him.

“This should be fun to watch.”

Ganyu, Shenhe, and Cloud Retainer watched silently from the side.

The air in the mansion grew thick with tension as Aether reached down and pulled the proud Tianquan to her feet.

That day, Ningguang experienced something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Aether didn’t hold back.

He took the proud Tianquan and broke her again and again — skillfully, mercilessly, and with overwhelming intensity. He drove her across the edge of the abyss more times than she could count, bringing her to the brink of unconsciousness with devastating orgasms only to pull her back and start over.

She was reshaped.

Her elegant composure was shattered into a drooling, screaming, squirting mess. Her proud voice cracked into broken, shameless sobs. Her body — once treated like a national treasure — was used like a cheap fucktoy, bent, folded, and filled until her belly swelled noticeably with load after load.

The other girls watched intently from the sidelines.

Rosaria’s thighs were pressed tightly together, biting her lip.

Ganyu was breathing heavily, face flushed, nipples hard against her torn rags.

Even Cloud Retainer watched with dark fascination, clearly affected.

Every single one of them (except the ever-stoic Shenhe) was lowkey jealous — burning with heat, secretly wishing they could take Ningguang’s place.

Ningguang herself never once begged for mercy.

Even as her mind fractured and her body reached its absolute limits, she accepted her punishment with graceful dignity. When she finally thought death was coming — when the pleasure became too overwhelming to bear — she simply closed her eyes and whispered:

“…I accept it.”

And then she passed out.

Half a day later, Ningguang woke up in a soft bed.

She was sweating, body aching in the most delicious way, every muscle trembling. Her mind was foggy. She could barely remember how many times she had cum, how many times she had been brought to the edge of oblivion and pulled back.

She slowly sat up, looking around in confusion.

“…I’m… alive?”

Her voice was hoarse. Her body was covered in marks, her pussy and womb still leaking thick cum. She touched her swollen belly gently, a strange, complex mix of emotions washing over her.

Aether was sitting nearby, watching her with a soft smile.

Ningguang met his eyes for a long moment… then lowered her head in complete submission.

“…Thank you for the lesson, Traveler.”

She had crossed the abyss and returned.

And she would never be the same again.

Ningguang sat there for a long moment, still processing everything.

Her body ached. Her mind was a mess. But the Tianquan in her was already beginning to stir — already thinking about how she could use this, how she could manipulate situations, people, resources to better serve him, to keep him in Liyue longer, to—

“——!!”

A sudden, violent orgasm crashed into her without any warning.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body convulsed hard on the bed as a mind-shattering climax tore through her. She nearly blacked out instantly, a broken, wet moan ripping from her throat as her pussy clenched and squirted onto the sheets.

It came from nowhere.

No stimulation.

Just the mere thought of scheming and manipulating for his pleasure had triggered it.

Ningguang gasped for air, trembling, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Aether watched her with a calm, knowing smile.

“Something wrong?” he asked innocently.

Ningguang looked at him with wide, hazy golden eyes, realization slowly dawning on her.

Her subconscious had been skillfully conditioned.

Every time she tried to think like the old Ningguang — the scheming, calculating Tianquan who used people and power to get what she wanted — it triggered memories of the brutal, abyss-crossing treatment she had just endured.

She tried again. Just the faintest idea of pulling strings to bring more women to him—

“Haaah—!!”

Another devastating orgasm hit her, making her collapse forward onto the bed, twitching violently.

She lay there panting, drooling, completely broken in a whole new way.

“…You… you conditioned me…” she whispered hoarsely, voice filled with disbelief and shameful arousal.

Aether leaned over her, gently brushing hair from her face.

“Consider it part of your lesson. You don’t need to scheme anymore. If you want something, just ask me directly.”

Ningguang looked up at him, eyes glassy, body still twitching from the aftershocks.

The proud, calculating Tianquan had been permanently altered.

From now on, every time she tried to manipulate or scheme for him… her body would brutally remind her exactly who she belonged to now.

She let out a weak, broken laugh.

“…Understood… Master.”

The conditioning was deep.

And Ningguang, for the first time in her life, felt truly owned.