CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130 - ENSLAVEMENT

She bit her lip, her body trembling as I teased her, but she managed a nod. "F-fine... but don’t forget your promise."

Her voice was a mix of defiance and need, her thick thighs squeezing together around my hand.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as she moaned into it.

My fingers rubbed her pussy harder over the fabric, circling her clit through the wet silk, making her hips buck against my hand.

She whimpered, her massive tits heaving against my chest, her body arching as I brought her right to the edge—her juices soaking my fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Finally, I broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our lips. She panted, eyes glazed with lust, her robe disheveled and clinging to her curves.

"Now," I said, holding up a small, pink object that gleamed faintly in the chamber’s light, materialized at will in this pleasure chamber, "can you take this?"

Her eyes widened, confusion cutting through the haze.

"What... what is that?" She stared at the smooth, egg-shaped device, about the size of a small fruit, vibrating faintly in my palm.

I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear, as I lifted the hem of her robe, exposing her dripping pussy and the curve of her ass, her panties clearly wet, as if she had become like this after watching Mei and me going at it like animals.

"It’s called a vibrator. It will make you wet enough to be fucked all night." Before she could protest, I pressed it against her entrance and slid it inside with a gentle push.

"Ahh!" She jolted, her body tensing as the device settled deep inside her, buzzing to life with a low hum. Her eyes went wide, mouth agape in shock. "I-it’s vibrating... T-Tianlong, what... oh gods!"

I clicked the remote in my hand, increasing the intensity slightly, watching as her knees buckled, her hands gripping the table for support.

"Just a little toy to keep you ready for me," I murmured, kissing her neck.

"Ungh—Y-you!"

But then—crack!—the remote in my hand froze solid, ice crystals forming over it in an instant.

The vibrator slipped out of her, falling to the floor with a clatter, completely encased in frost.

She straightened, her pussy clenching on nothing, a mix of frustration and amusement on her face.

"My god," I said, staring at the frozen toy, "your pussy is so cold, you might just freeze my dick."

"Yue was right... You are too much." Her voice came like any wife’s as her hand directly landed on my dick with her thin, delicate fingers. Its girth wasn’t even able to fit in her hand before she literally pulled it, causing me to be dragged along behind her towards the wardrobe, her cheeks still flushed but her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Come on, husband. Wear your clothes. Let’s fulfill your duty as Emperor instead of lusting for your wives."

I followed, laughing as she dragged me along, the tension from earlier melting away like the ice on the vibrator. "What could I do? My wives are that beautiful."

"I will not act horny in front of others..." She suddenly said something—muttered—but enough for me to hear it and realize exactly why she had broken that vibrator. Indeed, I nearly forgot, causing me to lean, nudging my nose over her head.

"Okay... dear wife," I just whispered in her ear, seeing her tremble. Clearly wrapping her thighs, but given what she said, it seemed genuine.

"Is this why people prefer girlfriends over wives?" I muttered, shrugging my shoulders as dust got tracked. Arriving at the wardrobe, I swiftly moved, taking out a robe as I started to wear it, my hands open for her to help.

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The golden light of the Pleasure Palace dissolved around us as we materialized back in the physical world, our forms now properly clothed in imperial dress code.

I wore flowing black robes embroidered with golden dragons, the fabric radiating subtle qi that was befitting for an Emperor.

My two wives flanked me in elegant court dress—Feng in ice-blue silk that complemented her pale beauty, Mei in earth-toned robes that seemed to shimmer with living energy.

Overall, the signs of our passionate moment were not present at all.

The moment we appeared, the atmosphere shifted palpably.

What had been distant murmurs became a wave of hostile energy washing over us from the gathered crowd of cultivators below.

"—tyrannical bastard thinks he can just return—"

"—murdered innocent disciples without mercy—"

"—destroyed the natural order, ascending through demonic means—"

"—should have stayed dead in that dungeon where he belonged—"

The voices carried clearly through the mountain air, hundreds of cultivators who had once bowed before my throne now openly voicing their contempt.

Former sect members, rogue cultivators, even some who had sworn new allegiance—all united in their resentment of my return to power.

Zhang Wuji materialized beside me with his characteristic fluid grace, his weathered face set in stone as he surveyed the hostile crowd.

His hand rested casually on his sword hilt, and I could feel the deadly intent radiating from him like heat from a forge.

"Master," he said, his voice low and controlled, "just give the order. I will silence every voice raised against you."

I smiled, the expression carrying none of the warmth I’d shown my wives moments before.

This was the smile of an Emperor—calculating, cold, absolute.

"Zhang Wuji," I said, my voice carrying easily across the distance despite its conversational tone, "do you know what is better than killing those who oppose us?"

The legendary swordsman paused, his gray eyes meeting mine with respectful curiosity. "Forgive my undersightedness, Master. What would that be?"

"It’s to enslave them."

The word hung in the air like a blade drawn from its sheath.

My wives tensed slightly beside me—they knew what was coming, could feel the shift in my aura as the playful, loving husband transformed into something far more dangerous.

As we began our descent toward the main hall, I felt the familiar interface materializing in my vision.

’System,’ I commanded internally, ’activate the Absolute Dominion Field. Full power.’

[System Response: Activating Villain Route Ability - Absolute Dominion Field]

[Range: 10-mile radius expanding from Host position]

[Effect: Host’s will becomes reality within field boundaries]

[Secondary Effect: Soul Chain Binding available for mass deployment]

[Warning: High stamina energy expenditure - recommend selective targeting]

The change was instantaneous and overwhelming.

Reality itself seemed to bend around me as an invisible wave of absolute authority exploded outward, washing over the mountain complex like a tsunami of compressed will.

The very air grew thick, pressing down on every living being within miles.

At that moment, I realized how a domain master actually feels ruling a place where they can sense from a molecule of the atom to the mountains.

"Kurghh—!—THUD"

Weaker cultivators—those at Foundation Establishment and below—immediately collapsed to their knees, their bodies no longer obeying their own commands.

Their cultivation bases, which should have provided resistance, instead seemed to amplify the effect, turning their own qi against them in submission.

"What—what is happening?" someone screamed from the crowd, their voice cracking with terror as they found themselves prostrating against their will.

Core Formation experts fared slightly better, managing to remain standing but visibly trembling as invisible chains of authority wrapped around their souls.

Their faces contorted with the effort of resistance, veins bulging as they fought against a force that existed beyond the physical realm.

Even the Nascent Soul elders—proud cultivators who had spent centuries building their power—staggered under the assault.

Their auras flickered and dimmed as my Dominion Field pressed against their very essence, offering them a choice that wasn’t really a choice at all: submit willingly, or be crushed beneath the weight of absolute power.

"Impossible," Elder Liu Tianmeng gasped, the former Immortal Sect military commander dropping to one knee as his Late Nascent Soul cultivation proved insufficient against cosmic-level authority. "This... this isn’t cultivation. This is..."

"Tyranny," I finished for him, my voice carrying to every corner of the complex despite speaking barely above a whisper. "Yes, Elder Liu. This is exactly what it appears to be."

I continued walking toward the main hall, my wives beside me, each step causing the Dominion Field to intensify.

Zhang Wuji followed with evident satisfaction, his earlier offer to kill them all now seeming quaint by comparison.

’System, target the strongest resisters for Soul Chain Binding. I want their loyalty absolute.’

[Soul Chain Binding - Mass Deployment Initiated]

[Targeting: 47 Nascent Soul realm cultivators showing resistance]

[Method: Domination-based spiritual binding]

[Duration: Permanent unless Host chooses to release]

It was the power that I awakened after choosing the villain route, where everyone below my cultivation level could be enslaved.

Golden chains materialized in the air around the most defiant cultivators—ethereal bonds that passed through physical matter to wrap directly around their souls.

The chains weren’t visible to normal sight, but every cultivator could feel them settling into place like shackles of pure will.

"No!" Elder Chen Wuxian, the former intelligence chief, tried to burn his life force in a desperate bid for freedom.

But the chains simply absorbed his energy, using his own power to strengthen their grip. "I won’t... I won’t serve..."

His words died as his eyes went blank for a moment, then refocused with an entirely different light.

When he spoke again, his voice carried absolute devotion.

"We... we live to serve our Emperor," he said, the words torn from his throat by forces beyond his control.

Around him, dozens of other elders echoed the sentiment, their resistance crumbling as the Soul Chains rewrote their deepest loyalties.

"Please give us further orders, Emperor."

Their voices came in unison, and naturally, the order I wanted to give was simple.

"Search for my eldest son’s wife, the mother of my grandson who fled the palace on the night of the coup. Turn the whole continent upside down and give me her location," I ordered. As if it was to cause despair, then shouldn’t I be changing my title from grandfather to father?

I turned before walking away, snapping my fingers and scattering them. "You all can leave now."