end all contracts

As the sun began to settle over Liyue Harbor, Zhongli arrived at the Jade Chamber.

He stepped through the entrance with his usual calm, measured stride and immediately took in the destruction. Shattered vases. Overturned tables. Broken chairs. Silk screens torn down. The once-immaculate halls of the Tianquan’s floating palace looked like a storm had torn through them — a very specific kind of storm.

Zhongli’s expression did not change. He simply continued deeper into the Chamber, following the increasingly loud, wet sounds of flesh and broken moaning.

In a further room he found exactly what he expected.

Ningguang was bent nearly in half on what remained of her desk, eyes rolled back, tongue out, as Aether railed her with every new technique he had absorbed in Inazuma. The improved stamina, the refined angles, the psychological pressure, the sheer overwhelming control — all of it was on full display as he rearranged her guts with deep, relentless thrusts. Thick creampies from earlier rounds already leaked down her thighs and pooled on the floor.

In the corner, Keqing lay completely destroyed — limbs limp, clothes torn, a vacant, well-fucked expression on her face as soft aftershocks still made her twitch.

Aether didn’t stop thrusting even as Zhongli entered.

The Geo Archon watched for a moment, then spoke in his usual composed tone.

“I have come to uphold my end of the contract. The information regarding your sister’s current location.”

He calmly delivered the details while Aether continued to fuck Ningguang through another screaming orgasm. The Tianquan’s conditioned body clenched and squirted around him, but Aether never broke rhythm, listening to the Geo Archon’s words even as he kept using her.

Zhongli did not mind in the slightest.

If anything, the scene stirred distant memories. There had been a time, many centuries ago, when he himself had treated more than a few female gods and adepti as little more than convenient cocksocks for decades at a time. The sight of the proudest woman in Liyue being reduced to a drooling, pregnant, continuously creampied mess while important business was discussed felt almost nostalgic.

When he finished giving the information, Zhongli gave a small, polite nod.

“The contract is fulfilled. Use the knowledge as you see fit.”

Aether finally buried himself to the hilt and pumped another heavy load into Ningguang’s already overflowing womb, holding her there as she convulsed through yet another climax.

“Appreciate it,” he replied, still balls-deep in the ruined Tianquan.

Zhongli turned to leave, stepping carefully over a broken chair and a discarded golden heel.

Behind him, the wet sounds of Aether starting another round with Ningguang resumed almost immediately.

The Geo Archon allowed himself the faintest hint of a smile as he walked back through the devastated Jade Chamber.

Some things, it seemed, never truly changed across the ages.

Aether absorbed the information from Zhongli without ever pulling out of Ningguang.

His sister had last been sighted near the World Tree in Sumeru after traveling from fontain.

The next destination was already clear.

He leaned down over the thoroughly ruined Tianquan, still buried deep inside her, and spoke against her ear while continuing the slow, devastating thrusts that kept her mind from fully forming coherent thoughts.

“You’re going to arrange the voyage to Sumeru for me. Fastest ship, best supplies, full support. And you’re going to do it while I keep fucking you like this.”

Ningguang’s golden eyes rolled back again as another forced orgasm crashed through her. The combination of the order and the relentless stimulation short-circuited whatever remained of her composure. She tried to nod, tried to speak, but all that came out were broken moans and the wet sound of her pussy being continuously rearranged.

Aether smiled and kept going, already forcing her to lose her mind all over again while she mentally scrambled to fulfill his request between climaxes.

Meanwhile – Far Away in Mondstadt

In the Acting Grand Master’s office, Jean sat behind her desk with the latest intelligence report from Inazuma open in front of her.

The details of what the Traveler had done to the Raiden Shogun — rewriting an Archon’s very definition of Eternity, turning her into a public free-use fucktoy for her entire nation — were laid out in dry, official language that still somehow managed to feel obscene.

Jean’s thighs tensed.

Beneath the desk, Eula was on her knees in full broken-bimbo mode, happily eating her out like a starved animal. The once-proud Lawrence knight had her face buried between Jean’s legs, licking and sucking with messy, devoted enthusiasm, soft happy noises muffled against her wet folds. The collar around Eula’s neck jingled lightly every time she moved.

Jean bit her lower lip hard, trying to keep her breathing steady as she read further.

The news from Inazuma was almost unbelievable.

And yet, with every new detail, the heat between her legs grew worse — especially with Eula’s eager tongue working her so thoroughly.

“…He’s getting stronger,” Jean murmured under her breath, one hand settling on the back of Eula’s head to press her closer. “And more dangerous.”

Eula only moaned in agreement and kept eating her out like it was her sole purpose in life, completely uninterested in geopolitics as long as she could stay between her mistress’s thighs.

Jean’s eyes stayed fixed on the report, even as her hips began to roll subtly against Eula’s face.