a sex-astrophe waiting to happen

The rest of the day became something neither Aether nor Rosaria would ever forget.

They brought Ganyu back to the mansion and slowly, methodically unraveled three hundred years of pent-up desire, frustration, and denial.

At first it was intense but controlled.

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Then it became feral.

Ganyu’s hidden qilin side came out in full force. The shy, overworked secretary disappeared completely, replaced by a wild, honest, incredibly destructive adepti in heat.

Every time she came — and she came a lot — her unrestrained power flared.

By the third hour, the bedroom was trashed.

By the sixth hour, half the west wing was gone.

Walls crumbled. Furniture was obliterated. Entire sections of the mansion were reduced to rubble as Ganyu’s destructive orgasms literally shook the building. At one point she accidentally froze half a room solid during a particularly violent climax, only for the ice to shatter moments later from the force of the next one.

Through it all, Ganyu was deliriously happy.

She confessed everything — every filthy fantasy, every shameful desire, every time she had touched herself thinking about being used — all while getting fucked senseless. Her honesty was merciless, even as she begged to be bred like an animal.

Aether kept every single promise he made.

By the time the sun began to set, the entire west wing of the luxurious mansion was in ruins.

Ganyu finally passed out in the middle of what used to be the master bedroom, curled up peacefully in a nest of shredded silk sheets and rubble. She had a soft, utterly content smile on her face — the most relaxed she had looked in centuries. Cum leaked steadily from her well-bred pussy as she slept like a baby.

Aether and Rosaria sat on the only remaining intact piece of furniture (a half-broken couch) on the edge of the destruction, both looking slightly shell-shocked.

Rosaria took a slow drag from her cigarette, staring at the devastation.

“…I think I just watched a natural disaster get fucked into submission.”

Aether nodded slowly, eyes wide. “Yeah. I didn’t expect that much power.”

A short while later, Ningguang arrived for a “casual check-in.”

She stepped delicately through the rubble of what used to be the west wing of her mansion, golden eyes scanning the destruction with a mix of surprise and dark amusement.

In the center of the ruins, Ganyu was sleeping peacefully, curled up like a satisfied kitten, glowing with contentment.

Ningguang’s lips curved into a slow, elegant smile.

“My… it seems my secretary had quite the productive day.”

She looked over at Aether and Rosaria, who were still sitting on the sidelines looking mildly traumatized.

“I see she was well taken care of,” Ningguang purred, clearly pleased. “I’ll have the mansion repaired immediately. And perhaps reinforced with stronger materials next time.”

She gave them both a graceful bow, though her eyes sparkled with hunger.

“Should you require any more… stress relief for my secretary — or any other adepti — please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make sure everything is prepared.”

Ningguang glanced one last time at the blissfully sleeping, thoroughly bred Ganyu, and chuckled softly to herself.

“Some things truly cannot be bought with money… but they can certainly be arranged.”

The sun had fully set over Liyue Harbor.

Aether and Rosaria were still alive.

The west wing… was not.

After the absolute warzone that used to be the west wing finally fell quiet, Aether and Rosaria sat among the rubble in stunned silence.

Eventually, Aether reached over and took one of Rosaria’s cigarettes.

Rosaria raised an eyebrow but lit it for him without comment.

They both took a long drag, staring at the peacefully sleeping Ganyu curled up naked in the middle of the destruction, a soft, innocent smile on her face like she hadn’t just nearly demolished an entire mansion wing with her orgasms.

“…I can’t even be mad at her,” Aether muttered, exhaling smoke.

Rosaria nodded slowly. “She’s like a fucking puppy. A terrifying, building-destroying puppy who tells you every embarrassing secret while getting railed.”

They both looked at the blissfully content half-adeptus again.

Impossible to hate.

Aether eventually stubbed out the cigarette and stood up. Together with Rosaria, they carefully carried the sleeping Ganyu to another, still-intact wing of the mansion and tucked her into a fresh bed.

She nuzzled into the pillow with a tiny, happy sigh, still leaking cum and glowing with satisfaction.