The moon hung heavy and red in the night sky, its glow spilling through jade windows and casting long shadows across the sacred Mist Lotus Spring. The waters rippled like molten silk—infused with a rare aphrodisiac mist that could melt the resolve of even the most ascetic cultivators.
At the center of it all, he reclined like a god made flesh.
Draped in a half-open black-and-crimson robe soaked in steamy mist, his torso bared and glistening, his long raven hair floated around him. Crimson runes pulsed across his chest, his cultivation aura thick enough to warp the air. He did not need to move. The world bent to his will.
Around him, they gathered.
Fox spirits with lust-clouded eyes knelt at the edge of the pool. A pair of elf priestesses, skin painted in spiritual ink, trembled as they entered the waters. Their robes—sheer as breath—clung to their curves before dissolving completely in the enchanted bath.
A dragonkin maiden with crimson scales trailing down her thighs dipped into the water, her tail swaying behind her. Her breasts—heavy, pierced, and still marked with glowing obedience crests—bobbed above the surface as she approached him.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
With a flick of his finger, she gasped and collapsed into his lap, straddling his legs under the water, her body trembling from just a touch of his spiritual intent.
More joined. Succubi licking their lips, beastkin crawling on all fours with dripping bodies, and high priestesses muttering moans as if in prayer.
The mist thickened. It pulled at their senses.
The aphrodisiac Qi seeped through their skin, turned their blood to fire. Their breaths grew shallow. Pupils dilated. Their legs trembled even when still. One by one, they began to submit fully to the ritual of the sacred bath.
"Master…" a fox girl moaned, clinging to his thigh, her cheeks flushed, "Please… please purify us…"
He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes half-lidded.
"Then worship," he said, voice like thunder in silk.
And they did.
One buried her face between his legs, her moans swallowed by the water. Another straddled his arm and ground herself shamelessly against the muscle. Two elf twins pressed their breasts together, licking the mist off each other's skin while looking at him with glazed obedience.
His aura flared—and with it, their pleasure crested.
Dozens cried out in unison, their Qi bonding to his like moths to a divine flame. The waters glowed red and gold, the pool pulsing with heat and lust.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leaned back, the women wrapping around him like living offerings.
This was cultivation. This was obedience.
And in this sacred pool, he was not bathing to cleanse—but to claim.