needs her stress dealt with

Rosaria, who had been watching with growing amusement, finally stepped forward.

She moved behind Ganyu, leaning in close to her ear from the other side, voice low, smooth, and mercilessly detailed.

“You have no idea what he’s capable of, do you?” Rosaria purred, almost lovingly. “This man broke me. Me. The one who used to fuck hilichurl camps for fun and walk away like nothing happened.”

She continued, voice dropping into a filthy whisper right against Ganyu’s ear:

“He fucked me for hours in the Cathedral until I couldn’t walk. Then he did it again in a mansion. He made me cum so many times I cried. He turned me from a feral, dominant bitch into a clingy, lovey-dovey mess who begs to sleep with his cock still inside her. He pumped me so full of cum my belly looked pregnant for days. And the worst part? I loved every second of it. I still do.”

Rosaria’s hand gently rested on Ganyu’s waist as she kept going.

“He doesn’t just fuck you. He ruins you. He finds that part of you that’s been locked away for centuries and drags it screaming into the light. He’ll bend you over this table, shove that thick cock so deep you’ll feel it in your throat, and breed you until your qilin instincts take over and you start mooing like a bitch in heat. You’ll forget every responsibility. You’ll forget your name. You’ll just be a dripping, orgasming wreck begging for more.”

Ganyu’s breathing grew ragged. Her pupils were blown wide. Her hands gripped the edge of the wooden table so hard her knuckles turned white.

The fantasy was too much.

CRACK.

The heavy wooden table suddenly splintered and collapsed under her grip as raw adepti strength flooded out of her for the first time in years. Papers and ink bottles scattered everywhere.

Ganyu stared down at the destroyed table in shock, chest heaving.

That was the last straw.

All her self-restraint, all her years of denial and suppression, shattered in an instant.

She slowly turned toward Aether, eyes glassy with desperate, overwhelming need. Her voice came out shaky, almost broken:

“…Please.”

She stepped closer, pressing her soft, incredibly curvaceous body against him, horns lightly bumping his shoulder.

“I… I can’t anymore…” she whispered, voice trembling. “I need it. I need you to ruin me. Right now. Please… breed me… use me… I don’t care who sees…”

The once perfectly composed half-adeptus secretary had completely abandoned all reason.

She was shaking with years of pent-up lust, looking up at Aether like he was her only salvation.

Rosaria smirked victoriously from the side.

“Looks like you broke another one.”

Aether didn’t waste any time.

The moment Ganyu whispered her desperate plea, he pulled her into the nearby alley, pressed her against the wall, and hiked up her dress. True to his word, he made every single filthy thing Rosaria had described come true — without holding back even slightly.

He shoved his thick cock into her soaked, long-neglected pussy in one smooth thrust.

Ganyu let out a broken, high-pitched moan that echoed off the alley walls.

From the very first stroke, her honesty became a weapon against her.

Aether started asking questions while he fucked her senseless.

“How long has it been since you last had sex, Ganyu?”

“Th-three hundred and… ahhn—!! …twelve years…” she answered immediately, voice trembling with shame and pleasure. “I… I haven’t touched myself properly in decades either… I was too scared I’d lose control…”

Aether grinned and slammed into her harder.

“Do you secretly want to be bred like an animal?”

Tears of overwhelming pleasure and embarrassment rolled down her cheeks as she answered honestly:

“Yes…! I have dreams about it… being pinned down and filled until I can’t think anymore… I always wake up soaked and ashamed…”

Rosaria had stepped back to watch, leaning against the opposite wall with a cigarette between her lips. She lit it with a small smirk, clearly enjoying the show.

But Aether suddenly stopped thrusting, still buried deep inside Ganyu, and turned his head.

“Rosaria… don’t.”

Rosaria paused, cigarette halfway to her mouth.

Aether’s voice was surprisingly gentle. “Not right now. Not while you’re with me. I worry about you. Put it out… for your own good.”

Rosaria froze.

Her face turned a deep, burning red — far more embarrassed than Ganyu, who was currently impaled on Aether’s cock and spilling her darkest secrets without filter.

“...You absolute sap,” Rosaria muttered, cheeks flushed. She stubbed the cigarette out against the wall, looking more flustered than she had in years. “You’re in the middle of turning the Secretary of the Qixing into a cumdump in public… and you stop to worry about my smoking habit?”

She crossed her arms, trying (and failing) to hide how touched and embarrassed she was.

Ganyu, meanwhile, was still completely honest even while twitching around Aether’s cock.

“I… I masturbate thinking about being used by multiple people at once…” she whimpered, voice shaky. “I imagine being passed around like a toy… I always feel so guilty afterward…”

Aether kissed Ganyu’s neck softly and started thrusting again, slow and deep.

“Good girl. Keep telling me everything.”

The contrast was almost comical: Ganyu was a blushing, honest, drooling mess, revealing every filthy fantasy she’d ever had while getting railed…

…and Rosaria was standing a few feet away, red-faced and grumbling, more affected by Aether’s casual care for her health than anything else happening in the alley.

“...I hate you,” Rosaria muttered, but the small, soft smile on her face said otherwise.

Ganyu was already starting to lose herself completely, horns glowing faintly as her suppressed adepti side began waking up.

Aether leaned in closer, thrusting deeper and harder as he kept coaxing her.

“Let it out, Ganyu,” he growled against her ear. “Stop holding back. Show me the real you.”

Ganyu’s self-control was already in tatters. With every thrust, every filthy question, and every honest answer she was forced to give, the wild qilin inside her stirred more and more.

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Her breathing turned into low, animalistic pants. Her eyes began to glow softly. Her horns pulsed with cryo energy.

“I… I want to be mounted…” she gasped, voice growing rougher. “I want to be bred like a beast in heat… I want to lose control… I— ahhn—!! I want to be fucked until I can’t stand up for weeks—!!”

The more she admitted it, the stronger her body reacted.

Aether grabbed her hips and started pounding her with purpose, drawing out that long-suppressed side of her. Ganyu’s moans turned into guttural, needy cries. Her nails dug into the wall behind her, leaving deep gouges in the stone.

Then she came.

Hard.

Her entire body seized up violently. Her pussy clamped down around Aether’s cock like a vice as a devastating orgasm tore through her. Cryo energy flared wildly around her horns. Her unrestrained adepti strength exploded outward for a brief moment.

CRRRRRACK—!!

The entire wall she was leaning against shuddered dangerously. Large cracks spiderwebbed across the stone. Chunks of masonry broke off and fell around them. For a terrifying second, it looked like the whole building might collapse.

Aether and Rosaria both froze, eyes wide.

“...Holy shit,” Rosaria muttered, genuinely intimidated for once.

Aether quickly pulled out, catching Ganyu before she could collapse. The half-adeptus was completely cock-drunk — eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, drooling, twitching, and leaking heavily down her thighs. She didn’t even seem to register the destruction she had nearly caused.

Rosaria exhaled sharply. “We are not doing the rest of this here. She’s going to level half the harbor if we keep going.”

Aether nodded in agreement, still slightly shocked by the raw power that had just been unleashed.

They quickly fixed Ganyu’s clothes as best they could, and Aether scooped the blissed-out secretary into his arms. She nuzzled weakly into his chest, mumbling incoherently about “more breeding” and “being a good cow.”

Rosaria walked beside them, occasionally glancing back at the cracked wall with a mix of awe and concern.

“...Remind me never to piss her off when she’s actually horny.”

They made their way back to the luxurious mansion Ningguang had provided, Ganyu still half-conscious and happily cock-drunk in Aether’s arms.

The “stress relief” session was far from over.