the one Women Calamity

The “battle” began more like a wrestling match than sex.

Shenhe moved with terrifying precision and power. There was no teasing, no foreplay. She simply closed the distance and engaged Aether physically, using her superior strength and technique to dominate him from the start.

Within the first ten minutes, she had him on his back, legs pinned, and her tight, incredibly skilled pussy swallowing his cock to the hilt.

Aether moaned — loud and shameless.

Rosaria’s eyes widened. “He’s… moaning? Already?”

Ganyu covered her mouth, stunned.

Cloud Retainer watched with clear pride, a small smile on her lips. “As expected of my disciple.”

Shenhe rode him with mechanical, devastating efficiency. Every roll of her hips, every clench of her inner walls was perfectly calculated. She showed zero emotion on her face — no pleasure, no exertion, nothing. Just cold, relentless dominance.

She disassembled him.

Every technique Cloud Retainer had ever taught her was on full display. She milked him, edged him, used angles and rhythms no normal woman could replicate. Aether, who had broken so many women before, was now the one fighting for his life.

Twenty minutes in, Rosaria started looking genuinely worried.

“Cloud Retainer… maybe we should stop this. He looks like he’s going to pass out.”

Aether, sweating and moaning beneath Shenhe, managed to gasp out:

“I’m… fine—! Keep… going—!”

He looked like he was battling a boss monster, not having sex.

Shenhe never broke a sweat. Her expression remained blank the entire time.

Another half an hour passed.

One full hour of Shenhe completely dominating him.

Cloud Retainer finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of praise and amusement:

“You have done well, Traveler. Lasting this long against my disciple is no small feat. Truthfully, this fight was never fair to begin with. She is—”

She was cut off mid-sentence.

A single, soft, barely audible moan escaped Shenhe’s lips.

“……Nn.”

The entire terrace fell silent.

Cloud Retainer froze, eyes wide with genuine shock. Rosaria and Ganyu both stared in disbelief.

Shenhe — the emotionless, stoic monster who had never once shown pleasure in her life — had just moaned.

It was quiet. Almost imperceptible.

But it happened.

Shenhe herself didn’t seem to notice. She continued riding Aether with the same mechanical precision, but Cloud Retainer looked absolutely stunned.

“…Well,” the adepti finally murmured, voice slightly hoarse. “It seems you truly are special, Traveler.”

Aether suddenly found a second wind.

With a primal growl, he flipped Shenhe onto her back and took control for the first time. He poured every ounce of his strength, skill, and willpower into her — fucking her with raw, desperate intensity.

The shift was immediate.

Shenhe’s blank expression began to crack.

Her breathing grew heavier. Her red eyes widened slightly. Soft, involuntary moans started slipping from her lips — first occasional, then more frequent.

“Nn… ah… haa…”

Cloud Retainer nearly knocked the entire tea table over as she shot to her feet, eyes wide with disbelief. She moved closer to the edge of the terrace to get a better view, her usual graceful composure shattered.

Shenhe’s face — usually completely emotionless — was now showing clear, gentle signs of pleasure. Her cheeks were faintly flushed. Her lips parted. Her powerful body trembled beneath Aether as he railed her with everything he had.

Aether was fighting for his life, sweating, groaning, pushing himself to the absolute limit.

He lasted barely ten more minutes in that dominant position.

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed everything.

Shenhe’s eyes fluttered. Her back arched.

For the first time in her entire life…

She climaxed.

“……Ahh—!!”

It was a single, beautiful, shocked moan — soft but unmistakable.

Her entire body tensed violently around him as her first-ever orgasm tore through her. Her inner walls spasmed wildly, milking him dry as she came hard for the very first time.

Aether groaned deeply… and then immediately passed out cold on top of her, completely spent.

Shenhe lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, staring up at the sky with an utterly unfamiliar expression on her face — something between confusion, wonder, and quiet bliss.

She slowly sat up, cradling Aether’s unconscious body against her chest, letting his head rest on her soft breasts and lap. Her red ropes were disheveled, her body marked by his hands and teeth. She looked down at him with that strange, almost gentle look.

Cloud Retainer stood frozen on the terrace, her expression rapidly switching between:

Disbelief

Pride

Anger

Amazement

“…Impossible,” she muttered. “She has never once reached climax in her life. Not once.”

Rosaria immediately jumped down from the terrace and walked over possessively. She gently but firmly took Aether from Shenhe’s lap, cradling him against her own body instead.

“Mine,” she said simply, shooting Shenhe a warning look.

Shenhe didn’t resist. She simply sat there naked, red ropes loose, quietly processing what had just happened to her.

Rosaria stroked Aether’s hair, looking both proud and slightly worried.

“You crazy idiot…”