Ningguang wasn’t prepared for this

The voyage home was anything but restful.

Whatever had happened inside the Plane of Euthymia had changed Aether. The weeks of non-stop exertion against an Archon and an ancient kitsune had acted like a brutal training arc. His stamina, control, and sheer sexual presence had all jumped to another level. On top of that, Yae Miko had left him with an entire library of refined techniques — subtle angles, pressure points, rhythms, and psychological tricks that made every thrust more devastating than before.

The result was currently on full display in the captain’s cabin.

Aether’s pregnant harem was being fucked into a collective coma.

Ganyu lay sprawled on her back, cowbell still jingling weakly with every residual twitch, eyes rolled back and drooling after her fifth consecutive orgasm. Rosaria was face-down, ass up, completely limp, a thick creampie slowly leaking out of her as she mumbled incoherently into the sheets. Cloud Retainer had long since lost her elegant composure and was currently twitching in a corner. Yelan, still not fully used to being part of the group, had passed out with her legs spread and a dazed, ruined expression. Beidou was snoring loudly, planted face first onto the floor, thoroughly satisfied and thoroughly unconscious.

And then there was Shenhe.

Even with her restraints fully restored, Aether had managed to tire her out.

The stoic, socially awkward woman who could normally go for hours without changing expression was currently on her side, breathing hard, face faintly flushed, one hand weakly gripping the sheets. Her usual blank mask had cracked into something closer to exhausted disbelief. For the first time since putting the ropes back on, she looked genuinely spent.

Aether finally slowed, still buried deep inside her, and brushed a strand of silver hair from her face.

Shenhe stared up at him with those red eyes, voice flat but quieter than usual.

“…You improved.”

It was the closest thing to a complaint — or a compliment — she could manage before her eyes drifted shut and she too slipped into exhausted sleep, still full of him.

The cabin was quiet except for the heavy breathing of a completely wrecked, pregnant harem and the soft creaking of the ship.

Aether sat back against the headboard, the only one still fully conscious, and looked over the pile of thoroughly used women with a small, satisfied smile.

Whatever Yae Miko had taught him — and whatever the Plane of Euthymia had forged into him — had clearly stuck.

The return trip to Liyue was going to be a long one.

For everyone except him.

When the ship finally docked in Liyue Harbor, Ningguang was already waiting.

The Tianquan stood at the edge of the pier in one of her usual barely-there golden outfits, an entire cohort of maids, doctors, and attendants lined up behind her in perfect formation. She had prepared for every possible contingency — exhaustion, injury, political complications, even the chance that the Traveler might want to fuck her on the spot.

She had not prepared for this.

Sailors began carrying limp bodies down the gangplank one after another.

Six of them.

Every single woman looked like she had been fucked to the edge of death and then a little further. Clothes disheveled or missing, thighs streaked with dried cum, beyes glazed, limbs completely unresponsive. A few of them were still faintly twitching.

Ningguang’s carefully prepared medical team immediately swarmed the unconscious harem, lifting them onto stretchers with professional urgency.

The Tianquan herself could only stare.

Then Aether stepped off the ship.

He looked completely fine — better than fine, actually. There was a new depth to his presence, a quiet, dangerous confidence that hadn’t been there when he left for Inazuma. When his eyes met hers, he gave her a slow, sly smile that sent a direct pulse of heat straight between her legs.

Ningguang swallowed hard.

Her conditioning flared in anticipation, thighs pressing together as a familiar, treacherous wetness began to gather. She already knew that smile. She already knew what it meant.

Whatever had happened in Inazuma had made him even worse.

And her body was already reacting to it.

“…Welcome back, Traveler,” she managed, voice only slightly unsteady. “I see your journey was… productive.”

Aether’s smile widened just a fraction as he walked toward her, the limp, thoroughly destroyed forms of his harem being carried past them toward the waiting carriages.

Ningguang’s cohort had expected to treat exhaustion, battle wounds, or political stress.

Instead they were dealing with seven women who looked like they had been fucked into comas.

And their mistress was already wet from a single smile.