"I appreciate the hospitality, Sect Master," she said as she sipped her tea. "But I must return to my husband soon. We have much to discuss regarding our upcoming alliance."
Wang Li smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Of course, Lady Li. But before you go, allow me to offer you something to ease your mind. I understand that this alliance may be a heavy burden on you and your husband. Perhaps a moment of relaxation is in order."
Li Yue frowned slightly, sensing the shift in his tone. "I don't think that will be necessary—"
But before she could finish, Wang Li stepped closer to her, his presence overwhelming. His aura radiated power, seduction, and a dark, magnetic pull that was hard to resist. Li Yue felt her breath catch in her throat as he stood behind her, his hands lightly resting on her shoulders.
"You seem tense," Wang Li whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. "Let me help you relax."
Li Yue's heart raced. She tried to pull away, but Wang Li's grip was firm yet gentle. His hands moved from her shoulders to her neck, massaging her skin with a slow, deliberate touch. Despite herself, Li Yue felt her body respond, her muscles relaxing under his skilled fingers.
"Stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I...I can't..."
"You can," Wang Li murmured in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. "You want this. I can feel it. Let me show you pleasure like you've never known."
Li Yue's mind screamed at her to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the heat rising within her, the pull of desire that Wang Li seemed to stir effortlessly. His hands moved lower, caressing her curves, and before she knew it, she was melting into his touch, her protests fading into soft moans.
Wang Li led her to his bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He stripped away her robes, revealing her lush body, and devoured her with his gaze. Li Yue's cheeks flushed with shame, but her body ached for more. Wang Li's touch was like fire, burning away her resistance until all that was left was the overwhelming need to submit to him.
As Wang Li took her, his pace slow and methodical, he watched as the last vestiges of her loyalty to her husband crumbled. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he filled her with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.
Wang Li smirked, knowing that by the time he was finished with her, Li Yue would be his—mind, body, and soul.
That evening, Wang Li prepared for another encounter, one he had been looking forward to. The wife of the powerful head of the Iron Claw Sect, Madam Chen Wei, had arrived earlier that day. She was known for her sharp mind and even sharper tongue.
She had heard the whispers of Wang Li's prowess with women and had made it clear to her husband that she would not allow herself to be manipulated by this man.
Wang Li smiled as he awaited her arrival in his chambers. He knew it was a challenge, but he thrived on such challenges. His methods were subtle—no force, just charm and patience.
When Madam Chen Wei entered, her stance was rigid, and her eyes were cold. She was a stunning woman, her long raven hair cascading down her back, her piercing eyes showing both intelligence and suspicion. She wasted no time.
"I've heard what you've done to other women," she said bluntly, her voice cool. "I am here to represent my husband's interests, but I will not fall prey to your games, Wang Li."
Wang Li smiled, undeterred by her harsh words. "Madam Chen, I would expect nothing less from a woman of your stature. Your reputation precedes you, and I admire your strength. However, you misunderstand me—I have no intention of forcing anything. I simply wish to enjoy your company for a while."
She remained standing, her arms crossed. "I'm not a fool. I know you seduce women, twist their minds, and make them betray their husbands. I will not be one of them."
Wang Li's expression softened, and he gestured for her to sit. "Please, let's not start with such hostility. I've always believed that the strongest alliances are built on mutual respect. Let's talk, and you'll see that I have no ill intentions."
Her eyes narrowed, but she took a seat, albeit cautiously. Wang Li began to talk, his voice smooth and soothing as he discussed topics of politics, power, and the delicate balance of alliances. He asked for her opinion on matters, genuinely listening to her responses, and slowly, Madam Chen found herself relaxing. He did not push her, did not invade her space, but simply spoke to her as an equal.
After an hour had passed, Madam Chen realized that she had been laughing at one of Wang Li's stories. She blinked, surprised by how comfortable she had become in his presence. She shook her head, her defenses snapping back into place.
"I should leave," she said quickly, rising from her seat.
Wang Li stood as well, though he made no move to stop her. "Of course, Madam Chen. It was a pleasure speaking with you. I hope that in the future, you'll feel comfortable enough to visit again."
She hesitated at the door, confused by his lack of aggression. She had expected more from him—something sinister, something manipulative—but instead, she had found herself...enjoying his company. Still, she left quickly, her heart pounding, her mind racing.