Hidden behind silken veils and guarded by twin kitsune priestesses in nothing but golden chains, the Garden of Moaning Blossoms stretched endlessly in all directions. Its petals never withered. Its vines never slept. And its cries of ecstasy and agony could be heard by anyone within ten miles of the Imperial Harem Palace.
Here, no sunlight entered — only the soft glow of bio-luminescent flowers feeding on spiritual Qi, moans, and body heat.
Xie Wuyou stepped into the garden barefoot, robes open, followed by a new group of collared deities and demonesses. Each woman had been brought here for one purpose:
To be broken open like a ripe fruit, until their cultivation reached orgasmic surrender.
Petals brushed their bare thighs as they entered. The air itself pulsed with invisible aphrodisiacs, making their legs tremble and their breaths shallow.
All around them were the results of previous "flowerings" — women suspended in vines, moaning endlessly, pierced by tendrils that fed on their Qi and gave back corrupted pleasure. Some were wrapped in silken cocoons, twitching in post-orgasmic delirium. Others knelt at living altars, permanently bent in worship, blooming with magical piercings and crest marks.
"This is where devotion becomes cultivation," Wuyou said, stepping onto a living root that rose to form a throne. "And where disobedience is reshaped… until it begs to bloom."
He gestured, and the vines awakened.
Screams — both sacred and sinful — echoed through the garden.
One goddess was seized by the ankles, flipped into the air, her body bent backward as glowing thorns slid gently across her inner thighs.
Another was dragged into a pool of pink nectar, where her moans rippled the surface as enchanted lotuses bound her wrists and ankles in place.
A third was forced to straddle a growing vine, her womb crest glowing as it pulsed with every inch she sank, chanting his name with every breath.
Each moment was a test. Each climax, a trial. Each scream, a petition for approval.
Above it all, Wuyou watched — the Flesh God, the Unchallenged Master, the Dark Gardener of Submission. His harem was his garden, and tonight he would water it with tears, sweat, and worship.
He rose from his throne.
"Who among you will be the first to bloom fully?" he asked, power flaring in his voice.
The women screamed his name, their bodies bending in impossible positions, their collars glowing white-hot.
From the ground, a new flower bloomed — one that would only open for the goddess who surrendered her pride the deepest.
And when it opened… he would enter.