My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley didn't wait. The moment he had Jade alone, he descended upon her like a man possessed, repeating every sensual sweet thing he had done to Fay—only this time, with even more hunger, more focus. His lips, warm and insistent, found her without hesitation, and within seconds, Jade's world began to unravel.

His tongue moved with practiced precision, dancing across her sensitive petals, teasing, coaxing, devouring. He took his time, savoring her taste like it was his favorite forbidden fruit. The soft, wet sounds of his mouth at work mixed with her gasps and moans, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered pleasure that filled the room like a heavy perfume.

Jade writhed beneath him, fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arching involuntarily.

"A-ahhh… Elder Riley…"

"O-ohhh, it's too much…"

"Ughhh—please don't stop…"

But he didn't stop. He couldn't. Her nectar was addictive, sweeter than anything he'd ever known, and the way her body responded to his every flick and suck only urged him to go deeper, to give her more. Each time she came—shaking, breathless, gasping his name—he held her through it, then dove back in with maddening devotion.

Time lost all meaning. Minutes turned into half an hour, her thighs trembling, her voice hoarse from all the moaning. She came again and again, each orgasm crashing over her harder than the last, her body reduced to a trembling, overstimulated mess. Riley didn't give her a moment to recover. He reveled in her cries, in the way she begged him to stop yet clung to him as if she never wanted it to end.

And then, finally, after one last, drawn-out swirl of his tongue—perfectly placed, perfectly timed—Jade shattered.

Her cry echoed through the room, primal and raw. Her body tensed, then collapsed into a flood of release so intense it left her breathless. Fragrant, glistening streams of her essence soaked the sheets beneath her. She lay there, legs still trembling, chest heaving, eyes dazed with the aftershocks of pleasure.

The bed, once pristine, was now utterly ruined—but somehow, it had never looked more inviting. It was a testament to what Riley had done to her… and to how many times she had surrendered completely.

Riley stood up, and for a fleeting moment, Jade's heart sank. Was he going to leave her just like that? After everything? Her body was still trembling, her mind foggy with the lingering waves of ecstasy—and yet, a sense of emptiness crept in at the thought of his sudden departure.

But then, his voice rang out, calm and commanding.

"Focus, Jade. Cultivate now—concentrate everything you have."

She blinked, startled by the unexpected order. Her eyes widened, but something in his tone—firm yet gentle—pushed her to obey without question. Still naked, her body flushed and damp with the afterglow, she slowly adjusted herself into a lotus position on the soaked sheets, taking a deep breath to center her thoughts.

As she closed her eyes and reached inward, her spiritual core roared to life.

"BANG!"

A surge of spiritual energy exploded from within.

Golden Core Realm—First Stage!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The breakthroughs came one after another, each more powerful than the last. The room vibrated with intensity as the air thickened with spiritual essence, drawn irresistibly toward her like moths to flame. Tendrils of golden energy danced around her body, illuminating her flawless skin with a soft, otherworldly glow.

She wasn't just cultivating—she was ascending.

Jade's heart pounded with joy. In mere moments, she had reached the peak stage of the Golden Core Realm, something most cultivators would spend decades striving for. It was nothing short of a miracle.

She wanted to leap up and scream in triumph. To laugh. To cry. But the sheer amount of energy still lingering in the air tempted her to keep going. Her instincts screamed to draw it all in, to push further, to solidify her foundation while the opportunity still lingered.

She nearly gave in to the temptation—until Riley's voice cut through the trance.

"Enough, Jade," he said, stepping closer, his gaze sharp and protective. "You can stop now. Perfection isn't built in a single day. Absorb any more, and your body won't be able to handle it. You'll burst from within."

His words carried a weight she couldn't ignore. She opened her eyes, the golden aura still faintly surrounding her, and slowly allowed the energy to settle. Her breath came in slow, steady exhales, her heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

When she finally looked up at him, her eyes shimmered with disbelief, wonder, and admiration.

"Elder…Riley," she whispered, awe written all over her beautiful, glowing face. "What… are you?"

"I'm nothing more than a simple elder of the sect," Riley said, his voice gentle yet distant, as though he were reminding her—and himself—not to look too closely at the truth behind those words.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Jade. You've done remarkably well. With this, you've officially stepped into the realm of the elite. Soon, you'll be eligible to take the trials to become an elder yourself. Continue on this path, and I have no doubt your future will shine brighter than most."

His words rang like a blessing, but Jade could barely register them through the whirlwind of thoughts tumbling inside her.

Her heart was still beating wildly—not from fear or exertion, but from the lingering intimacy, the overwhelming surge of power, and the man who stood before her like some ancient, unknowable force cloaked in a mortal form.

But even amid that storm of emotions, a deeper worry surfaced. Something she couldn't ignore.

"What about my body?" she asked, her voice small. "What was wrong with my heart in the first place? Why did I feel like I was… dying when I was cultivating and trying to achieve a breakthrough?"

Riley turned slightly, just enough to glance at her over his shoulder—and it was in that single glance that she realized he had known the danger from the very start.

Before he could answer, she suddenly became aware of herself—of her bare skin, glistening with sweat, her legs folded beneath her, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the lingering energy in the air. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she quickly reached for the blanket near the edge of the bed, pulling it over herself with trembling hands.

She looked down, suddenly shy under his gaze. Her earlier brazenness—fueled by passion and desperation—crumbled in the silence that followed.

Riley, however, was unfazed. His gaze didn't linger, didn't ogle. He had seen countless beautiful women in his life—many of whom willingly offered themselves to him. The members of his private harem were among the most powerful and enchanting cultivators in the entire continent. Their bodies were temples sculpted by heaven itself, and yet none of them had ever drawn his full attention the way Jade had in that moment.

Even so, he kept his expression neutral. Calm. Unreadable.

Despite his practiced restraint, a pressure pulsed in his lower body. The memory of her taste, the way she writhed beneath him, the way she begged for release—it still lingered in his mind, hauntingly vivid. He was hard as stone beneath his robes, his body refusing to forget what had just transpired. He'd be visiting his women tonight, that much was certain.

But right now, Jade needed answers.

"It's not uncommon," he finally said, his tone returning to its usual composed cadence. "Talented cultivators like you often face this problem. Your spirit ascends quickly, your core evolves, your soul expands—but your body remains unchanged. The imbalance becomes dangerous. If you continue to break through without strengthening your physical form, your own essence will turn on you."

Jade listened closely, eyes wide as his words sank in.

"You're saying… I grew too fast?"

Riley nodded. "Precisely. A vessel too small will shatter if you pour too much into it. A cup can't hold the ocean, after all. Before your next breakthrough, focus on refining your physique. Temper your muscles, strengthen your bones, nourish your meridians. You have the talent—now you need the foundation."

"I see…" she murmured, eyes falling to the blanket clutched to her chest. "I'll remember that. Thank you, Elder Riley… for everything."

She hesitated then, chewing her lower lip as another thought rose in her chest—an embarrassing, fragile thing that danced on the tip of her tongue.

"And about that… earlier, you… I mean…" She trailed off, her face flushing scarlet as the memory returned in full force—his tongue, his fingers, the ecstasy that had ripped through her body like lightning through silk. She couldn't even say it aloud. How could she? What words could possibly fit what they had done?

Riley raised a hand calmly, cutting her off.

"There's no need to speak of it," he said. "Tell no one. They'd misunderstand."

His words were firm but not cold. It wasn't shame he was protecting—no, it was her reputation. Her future. In the rigid world of cultivation sects, even the whisper of scandal could ruin a promising disciple. And Jade was now far more than that—she was an emerging powerhouse, someone the sect would soon rally behind.

She looked up at him again, her heart aching with something she didn't yet understand. Respect? Gratitude? Attraction? Maybe all of them at once.

Riley turned without another word, walking toward the door with long, confident strides. His robe billowed faintly behind him, and the golden threads embroidered into the fabric shimmered as they caught the candlelight. He didn't look back, didn't explain himself, didn't linger.

Then—he was gone.

The door closed gently behind him with a quiet click.

And Jade was left alone, sitting in the aftermath of something she couldn't name.

She stared at the empty doorway for a long moment, then down at her hands—still trembling, still warm. Her body felt different. Her soul felt new. Her core burned with power. It was as if she had been reborn in a single afternoon.

So much had changed in just one day.

So much… and yet, all she could think about was him.