"Some women can't be claimed. Unless they want to be."
The Sect hadn't settled since Lucien's rise.
His awakening of the Lust Dominion Core had thrown the Crimson Sect into a frenzy. Disciples whispered his name like prayer. Elders convened behind locked doors. The outer sect's Yin cultivators lined up outside his residence — not for power, but for permission to be near him.
He had become more than a man. He was desire incarnate.
But some didn't kneel.
Some didn't moan.
Some watched — from the shadows.
Scene: The Silent Tower
Deep within the Crimson Sect's forbidden wing, atop the Silent Tower where no disciple had walked in decades, sat a woman on a black lotus throne.
She wore violet robes that shimmered like living smoke. Her silver-white hair flowed endlessly behind her like moonlight turned solid. Her mask was obsidian, etched with runes.
They called her:
Empress Shae.
The oldest living cultivator in the Sect. A woman who hadn't been seen in 57 years.
She opened her eyes for the first time in two decades.
> [Observation Protocol Triggered: Lust Dominion Core Detected in Disciple #0138: Lucien Blackthorn]
She smiled beneath the mask.
"I suppose it's time someone tested the boy."
Scene: Lucien's Chamber
Lucien sat cross-legged, robe loose, eyes closed.
He was meditating, but his body betrayed him. His aura — uncontrolled for the first time — was pulling Yin sources toward him even in rest.
Lira watched from the side, annoyed and amused as two new inner disciples pretended to 'accidentally' clean near his door.
Lucien opened one eye. "If one more Yin cultivator pretends to drop a scroll outside my window, I swear I'll—"
He stopped.
The air shifted.
Not like a wave. Like a void.
Every sense in his body screamed: Predator. Above him. Watching.
> [System Alert: Unregistered Entity Detected. Aura: Null. Seduction Resistance: Unknown.]
Lucien stood.
A scroll appeared at his feet. Violet ink. Single line:
"Come alone. Midnight. Tower of Silence."
Scene: Tower of Silence [Midnight]
Lucien entered the cold, stone chamber. No guards. No wards. No light. Only one thing waited inside:
A woman.
Seated. Still. Watching.
Lucien's aura pulsed — subtle waves of seduction, charm, Incubus will.
Nothing.
She didn't blink. Didn't twitch. Didn't breathe.
> [Warning: Lust Field ineffective. Target immune to passive charm.]
Lucien smiled.
"Interesting."
She stood. Her mask glowed with violet lines.
"You are not a threat," she said. "Not yet."
Lucien stepped forward. "Then let me show you why I will be."
Scene: Seduction vs Control — The Game Begins
Shae didn't react to his words. But her body — it betrayed her. The rise of her breath. The subtle parting of her lips. Her pupils dilating for a second too long.
Lucien circled her slowly. He didn't touch. Didn't even speak again. Just moved.
Let her watch his confidence. His grace. His restraint.
And that — that got her attention.
"You control your aura well," she said.
Lucien smirked. "I control everything I enter."
Her lips curled. "Arrogant."
He stepped closer. Now inches away. His hand hovered near her mask.
"Remove it," he whispered.
Shae didn't move. But the mask cracked. Split down the middle.
It fell.
She was… beautiful. Not young. Not fragile.
Timeless.
Her skin shimmered with traces of ancient runes. Her eyes glowed faint violet. Her lips were cold and full.
She said nothing.
Lucien lifted her hand and pressed it to his chest. His heart was racing.
"You feel that?" he asked.
She nodded once.
And then, she kissed him.
[18+ Scene Begins]
It wasn't a lover's kiss. It was a test. A challenge. A demand.
Lucien grabbed her waist and pulled her body flush to his. She gasped — the first real reaction she gave him.
He lifted her onto the altar behind them. Pushed her robes aside. Bit her neck.
And she moaned.
Quiet. But real.
He entered her with no prelude — but with complete control.
She dug nails into his shoulders, not to push away — to anchor.
Every thrust echoed through the tower. Her legs wrapped around him.
Her control cracked. Her silence broke.
> [Yin Source Acquired: Empress Shae. Purity Tier: Ancient. Yin Density: 9.9/10] [Lucien Core Reaction: OVERDRIVE]
She came first — biting his shoulder, voice trembling. He followed, collapsing against her, breath ragged.
And for a moment — There was nothing divine about either of them.
Only heat. Only hunger. Only Lucien.
Final Scene: Aftermath
Shae lay on the altar, glowing, dazed.
Lucien dressed slowly. Smiling.
She sat up.
"You passed."
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"Passed what?"
She stood, her aura reconfiguring.
"Your first Empress."
She vanished.
Only a black lotus petal remained on the stone.
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To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: The Inner Sect Stirs — A Feast of Flesh and Politics [18+]