A soft flutter of wings broke the tension.

Yu Xiang materialized beside Tianlong in her butterfly form—delicate, trasitioning to human, her translucent wings vanishibg.

But the moment she took human shape, her body pressed against his side, soft and warm.

Her breasts, full and heavy, mashed against the back of his free hand—the one that wasn't currently buried between Akane's ass cheeks.

"Honey~" Xiang's voice was sweet, almost innocent, as she hugged his arm and nuzzled against him. Her pink eyes glanced toward the others, then back up at him with a knowing smile.

The elven woman—Zhaoshenya, or Sylvea, or whatever the fuck her name actually was—stood there watching. Her green eyes tracked every movement, every reaction.

Her gaze lingered on Akane's trembling form, then slowly drifted down toward the mass of fluffy tails covering her lower body.

Nothing was visible. Just fur and the occasional twitch.

But Sylvea narrowed her eyes. She'd lived long enough, seen enough, to recognize what was happening.

The way Akane's breathing hitched. The way her fingers clawed at Tianlong's robes. The way her entire body shuddered with each passing second.

She shook her head, composing herself. Her emerald dress flowed around her as she straightened her posture, forcing calm into her expression.

Because she'd seen it. The tiger woman standing there—Sabrina—radiating raw physical power that could shatter mountains.

And this man, Tianlong, who'd turned her into a terrified mess with nothing but a look and a grip.

The balance of power wasn't in her favor. Not even close.

So she did what she always did in situations like this.

Survive. Adapt. Negotiate.

"I guess," Sylvea said, her voice steady despite the chaos, "we should all talk this out."

Tianlong's gaze lingered on Sylvea for a moment, his crimson-gold eyes unreadable. Then, without warning, a smile spread across his face.

"Let's do it."

**SNAP!**

The sound of his fingers snapping echoed through the clearing, but it wasn't just sound—it was reality bending to his will.

The forest floor beneath them rippled like water, the grass and dirt dissolving into polished marble that spread outward in concentric circles. Trees warped and twisted, their trunks elongating and flattening into walls covered in deep crimson wallpaper with golden patterns that seemed to move when you weren't looking directly at them.

Red velvet curtains materialized out of thin air, heavy and luxurious, draping from a ceiling that formed above them like solidifying fog. Ornate golden fixtures appeared along the walls—candelabras that lit themselves with warm, flickering flames.

And in the center of it all, a massive king-sized bed rose from the marble floor. The frame was carved from dark wood with intricate designs of dragons and phoenixes intertwined in eternal dance. The mattress looked impossibly soft, covered in silk sheets that shimmered between deep red and black depending on the angle of the light.

The Pleasure Palace had manifested.

Tianlong stepped back, creating distance between himself and the women. His posture shifted, straightening as he placed one hand over his chest and gave a small, gentlemanly bow.

"So, ladies," he said, his voice smooth and courteous, "forgetting our enmities for a moment—should we take our seats?"

Sabrina stood frozen, her mouth hanging open. Her golden eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. The walls. The ceiling. The fucking chandelier that definitely wasn't there two seconds ago.

"What the—" She moved toward the nearest wall, her clawed hand reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact, she dug them in, scratching deep gouges into the crimson wallpaper.

The scratches healed instantly, the wallpaper regenerating like living flesh.

"How..." Sabrina's eye twitched. She punched the wall. **CRACK!** A spiderweb of fractures spread from the impact point, but within seconds, they sealed themselves, the wall pristine once more.

Unlike before, when the Pleasure Palace would collapse if damaged, the fusion with his Absolute Domain had made it permanent, self-healing, unbreakable.

"*Ahem.*" Tianlong cleared his throat. "I'm telling you again. Ladies, please take your seats." His gaze shifted to Sabrina, and his smile widened. "Including you too, wild rat."

Sabrina's head snapped toward him, her hand freezing mid-scratch. She pointed at herself, her expression a mix of disbelief and rage.

"Did you just—" Her canines became fully visible as her lips pulled back in a snarl. "Did you just fucking call me a rat?"

Tianlong nodded, completely unbothered.

Her hand moved to her hair, running through the dark strands as she let out a low, dangerous chuckle. "You might be calling for your death, insect."

But then her eyes caught sight of the bed again. That massive, ridiculously oversized bed sitting in the middle of the room.

"What's that for?" she asked, her tone suspicious.

Tianlong walked over and sat on the edge, his movements casual. Yu Xiang followed immediately, sitting close to him with her pink eyes sparkling. Akane, still recovering from having his finger in her ass moments ago, sat on his other side, her face flushed but her expression possessive as she pressed against him.

"Of course," Tianlong said matter-of-factly, "it's to rest. To sleep."

Sabrina's mouth twitched. "Sleep? In the middle of a—"

But curiosity got the better of her. She approached the bed, her clawed hand reaching out to touch the silk sheets.

The moment her fingers made contact, her eyes widened.

It was soft. Impossibly soft. Like touching a cloud made of the dreams of sleeping gods.

Without thinking, Sabrina climbed onto the bed and lay down flat on her back, her entire body sinking into the mattress. Her tiger-skin coverings phased slightly, adjusting to her position as she let out an involuntary groan.

"Holy shit," she muttered, her voice muffled. "I've never felt something so soft."

Sylvea watched the scene unfold, her green eyes narrowing. The elf hesitated, clearly weighing her options, before finally climbing onto the bed as well. She sat at the edge, her emerald dress pooling around her legs, maintaining as much distance from Tianlong as possible.

Now four women sat on the bed—Akane and Yu Xiang pressed close to Tianlong, Sabrina lying flat on her back, and Sylvea perched at the edge like she might bolt at any moment.

Tianlong leaned backward.

His head fell directly onto Sabrina's chest, nestling between her breasts like they were the world's most comfortable pillows.

"Of course," he said casually, his voice slightly muffled, "I've never felt something so soft either."

Sabrina's entire body went rigid. Her golden eyes snapped down to look at his face—so close she could count his eyelashes. Her cheek burned with anger, and he seemed to smell so good in this whole place cozy enough to make her feel like drifting into a nap.

Yet, she couldn't let herself sway; his head was causing her breast to harden as a biological response that she could not accept.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed, her lips right next to his ear.

Tianlong simply pointed to his left, where Akane had already laid her head on his chest, her fox ears twitching contentedly. Then he pointed down, where Yu Xiang had settled with her head resting on his thighs, her pink hair spilling across his legs.

"You see," he said with complete sincerity, "this is the tradition here. We don't use pillows. We use each other."

Sabrina's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. Her eye twitched violently.

But before she could formulate a response, Akane's head turned, her golden eyes locking onto Sylvea with razor-sharp intent. Spiritual energy leaked from her body, creating pressure in the air.

"Didn't you hear what husband said?" Akane's voice was sweet, but the killing intent beneath it was unmistakable. "Lie down."

Sylvea's hands clenched the silk sheets. Her pride warred with her survival instincts. The balance of power. The tiger woman who could shatter her bones. The man who'd turned her into a terrified mess.

Slowly, with trembling movements, Sylvea lay down. Her head came to rest on the edge of Tianlong's chest, as far from him as she could manage while still technically obeying.

Sabrina stared at this new angle—all of them lying on the bed, using each other as pillows in some perverted cuddle pile. Her mouth twitched. The absurdity of it all crashed over her.

"Whatever," she muttered, her body relaxing into the impossibly soft mattress. "Start whatever discussion you want. I've decided to kill you all anyway."

She closed her eyes. "After I take a nap."

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