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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 18 Approaching bet. Alchemist apprentice exam. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-04-20 22:11:19 +0000 UTCHe kept thrusting his dick in and out of heavenly softness as her tits squeezed it. Her soft squishy boobs kept massaging his dick.
After a few minutes.
“Aah, open your mouth bitch.” overwhelmed with pleasure tingling his cock, loads of his baby-batter spurted out of his cock, painting her face, and tits white, while more of it fell directly inside her open red lips.
“Gulp”
Shen Xui drank it all down, then opened her mouth, showing her empty mouth to Shen Fei.
Just like that, Shen Fei and Shen Xui surrendered themselves to carnal pleasures, their bodies entwined in passion that lasted through the entire night.
The chamber was filled with the intoxicating symphony of unrestrained moans and the rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin. Their fervent cries echoed off the walls, a soundtrack of lust and desire that didn’t fade until the first light of dawn.
The dual cultivation session proved immensely rewarding. Shen Fei, bathed in the afterglow of indulgence, broke through to the rank of Gold Demon Spiritualist, his aura now radiating a new, potent energy.
Shen Xui, too, felt her cultivation deepen. Her body tingled with lingering pleasure and spiritual gains. After gently wiping away the traces of their debauchery from her flawless skin, she draped a shawl over her figure and slipped out of the room with silent grace. She couldn't risk anyone discovering their secret affair.
Shen Fei, fully satiated, fell into a deep slumber, his breathing calm and steady. He remained in peaceful rest for nearly three hours after Shen Xui's departure.
Knock. Knock.
The firm yet respectful tapping on the door stirred Shen Fei awake. He furrowed his brows and groaned slightly before calling out, his voice laced with irritation, “Come in.”
The door creaked open, and a timid maid entered, carefully pushing in a wheeled table adorned with a steaming breakfast.
“Master,” she said in a soft, nervous tone, bowing slightly, “you instructed me yesterday to bring your breakfast at this time.”
“I remember,” Shen Fei replied with a dismissive wave. “You may leave.”
Without another word, the maid bowed again and quietly exited the room.
Shen Fei rose from the bed, stretching briefly before walking into the adjoining bathroom. The warm water soon cascaded over his toned body as he refreshed himself with a quick bath. A faint smirk played on his lips, remembering the night’s indulgence.
After drying off, he dressed in a fresh set of dark robes, the fabric accentuating his refined frame. Taking a seat at the table, he dined slowly, savoring the taste of the well-prepared meal.
Once finished, he stepped out of the manor, his expression calm and composed, and made his way toward the Alchemist Association.
The shy receptionist blushed as she saw him approaching, lowering her head as she greeted him, “Good morning, Master Shen.”
He gave a faint nod in acknowledgment, saying nothing as he entered the grand library beyond the reception hall.
Within moments, he was immersed in his studies. He picked up from where he had left off the previous day, his sharp eyes scanning pages with incredible speed.
His mind devoured knowledge with a hunger rivaling his lust. Shelf after shelf, tome after tome—his reading pace quickened with each book he consumed. In less than forty minutes, he had already finished two entire shelves, and still, his momentum showed no sign of slowing.
Each line he read added to his growing understanding of alchemy and cultivation, sharpening his insight and refining his path forward.
Shen Fei remained in the library, voraciously devouring knowledge as the hours passed in silence.
By the time he finally emerged from the Alchemist Association, the sun had already dipped below the horizon. A gentle orange hue painted the streets of Glory City, and the chill of evening began to settle in.
Waiting outside were his loyal subordinates, standing in neat rows with respectful posture.
“Master,” they greeted in unison, bowing low.
Only after Shen Fei gave a casual nod did they straighten their backs and step forward, each presenting a space ring.
“These contain the Purple Haze Grass and other herbs we've gathered,” one of them reported.
Shen Fei took the rings and inspected them one by one. His lips curved into a satisfied smile.
“Good work,” he said, his tone pleased.
A quick scan of the rings revealed that his men had successfully swept up over half of Glory City’s entire stock of Purple Haze Grass.
‘Just one more haul like this,’ Shen Fei thought, barely able to contain the smirk tugging at his lips, ‘and I’ll monopolize the supply. Once I flood the Alchemist Association with newly discovered uses for the Purple Haze Grass, I can sell it all back to them at prices several times higher.’
He handed each of them another storage ring filled with Demon Spirit Coins. “Continue. Acquire everything that remains.”
“Yes, Master.”
With that, he turned and made his way back to the Sacred Family Mansion. Upon arriving at his quarters, he settled in quietly and focused on cultivating his soul force, sinking into meditation until a soft knock came at the door.
“Master Shen,” a maid’s gentle voice called. “Dinner is ready.”
He opened his eyes slowly, nodded, and stood.
That evening, he dined alongside Shen Xui in the opulent dining hall. Throughout the meal, he toyed with her, letting teasing words and subtle touches provoke her flustered reactions. Her cheeks flushed faintly with embarrassment and desire, but she said nothing.
After dinner, he returned to his room and began refining his techniques—his focus alternating between poison arts and alchemy. Hours passed as he meticulously honed his skills, and his proficiency in both grew noticeably.
As the night deepened, Shen Fei finally ceased his training and began tidying up the room. His divine sense had already detected the familiar presence approaching.
Moments later—
Creak.
The door opened slowly. Shen Xui stepped inside, wrapped in a delicate shawl. With the door closed behind her, she let the fabric fall from her shoulders.
Beneath it, she wore another one of her provocative outfits—revealing and enticing, designed to tempt. Her creamy thighs, her full chest, the teasing transparency of her ensemble—it all screamed seduction. She stood there silently, like a siren luring her prey.
Seeing her like this, Shen Fei’s restraint shattered. He strode forward, grabbed her with forceful affection, and tossed her onto the bed before climbing on top of her.
The room was soon filled once again with the sound of passion. The creaking bedframe, the gasps, the moans, and the raw slap of flesh against flesh created a sinful symphony that echoed long into the night.
They burned together until dawn.
Over the following days, Shen Fei’s routine remained largely unchanged.
Each day, he immersed himself in the vast library of the Alchemist Association. He had already devoured every book in the beginner’s section and, with the pass he possessed, he now roamed freely into more advanced areas, reading without restriction.
Occasionally, Yang Xin would visit him. Their banter was laced with flirtation, their conversations more than just scholarly. Her presence brought a subtle thrill to his afternoons, though he remained composed.
Meanwhile, all of Shen Fei’s lackeys in Glory City were marked with slave inscriptions. Their loyalty was absolute. They continued to run his errands, complete his tasks, and carry out every command without question.
At night, Shen Fei gave himself over to indulgence. Shen Xui became his nightly obsession, her body a canvas upon which he painted his desires. Not a single inch of her was spared as he explored her to his heart’s content.
Their affair burned hot, secret, and unrelenting.
And just like that, time slipped by.
The day of the much-anticipated bet between him and Yang Xin had finally arrived.
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the embroidered silk curtains, casting a warm golden hue over the lavish chamber.
Within the folds of luxurious bedding, Shen Fei stirred, his body slow to awaken—but the sensation that greeted him was anything but subtle.
A warm, wet, rhythmic pressure enveloped his hardened length.
His crimson eyes opened slowly, still adjusting to the morning light, only to be met with an intoxicating sight that made his breath hitch.
There, kneeling between his legs, was his dear aunt, Shen Xui.
Her luscious crimson hair cascaded freely down her bare back, the strands clinging slightly to the sheen of sweat and cum stains that still lingered from last night’s intense passion.
Her flawless skin coated in his cum and red bite marks, glowed softly in the morning light, her supple curves barely concealed by the silken sheet draped carelessly around her waist.
Her eyes were closed, lost in her work, lips wrapped around his dick with affectionate reverence. Each time she slid her mouth down, taking him deeper, her throat flexed with practiced ease, and a quiet moan rumbled in her throat—half pleasure, half devotion.
Slurp
Slurp
She was savoring him.
The contrast of her red lips moving over the pale skin of his rod was a sight that could have driven any man mad.
Shen Fei lay there, head propped lazily against the pillow, one hand gripping the sheets as his other reached out to brush her hair aside, tucking the fiery strands behind her ear to fully take in the view of her flushed, determined face.
“Mmm… you really don’t know how to rest, do you?” he muttered with a smirk, voice still hoarse from sleep.
Shen Xui gave no reply—only hummed in response, the vibration of her throat around his cock, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his spine.
“Aah… good girl…” he groaned softly, hips twitching as she increased her pace.
Moments later, he tensed. With a deep grunt, Shen Fei released his load, thick streams of his spunk spilling directly into her throat. Shen Xui didn’t flinch—she swallowed every drop, her lips locked tightly around the base until he was fully spent.
She slowly pulled back, a thin string of saliva connecting her tongue to the tip. She licked her lips clean, her eyes finally rising to meet his.
Her expression was smug. Satisfied.
“Mmm… morning, Nephew Fei,” she whispered playfully, voice husky with arousal. “Consider that a little reward… for last night of hard work.”
Shen Fei chuckled lowly, reaching out to pinch her chin.
“You will spoil me, Bitch.”
She leaned forward and kissed his chest gently, before slipping off the bed with feline grace. Her bare form moved across the room like a sensual dream.
As she picked up her discarded robes and began dressing herself, she looked over her shoulder and added coyly, “Only you deserve to be spoiled.”
Within minutes, she had tidied herself, gave him one last flirtatious glance, and silently slipped out the door.
Shen Fei exhaled, chuckling again as he sat up, brushing his fingers through his tousled hair.
His thoughts lingered on her for a moment—her lips, her body, her eager submission.
But the day had begun, and he had other goals to conquer.
Rising from the bed, he stretched, his body still bearing faint bite marks and scratches from their night of indulgence. After a quick wash and change, he headed to the dining hall, where breakfast awaited.
He ate quickly but efficiently, his mind already racing ahead to the Alchemist Association.
To the exam.
To proving once again that he wasn’t just a prodigy.
He was inevitable.
……
He recalled the day Yang Xin handed him the library pass.
She had been skeptical of his incredible reading speed, convinced he was bluffing. On a whim, she had proposed a playful bet, her eyes glinting with confidence.
“If you manage to pass the Alchemist Apprentice Exam within a week,” she said with a teasing smile, “then I’ll let you massage me… wherever you want.”
That memory alone made Shen Fei chuckle.
……
Now standing before the towering gates of the Alchemist Association, a wicked grin curved across his face.
‘Forget about a massage, Yang Xin… Once I surpass even the apprentice level and pass the Master Exam in less than a week, you’ll be offering me your entire body to toy with, begging for more. Just wait.’
His dick stirred with excitement at the thought.
With confidence radiating from every step, he pushed the doors open and approached the front desk.
The young receptionist, already blushing the moment she saw him, stood up promptly.
“Welcome, Master Shen Fei,” she greeted softly, her eyes not quite meeting his as a faint redness colored her cheeks.
“I’d like to take the Alchemist Apprentice Exam,” he said directly, his voice calm and unwavering.
The receptionist blinked, slightly stunned by the request. He had only been visiting the association for less than a week. Most alchemists trained for years—sometimes decades—before even daring to take this exam.
“I-It’s five thousand Demon Spirit Coins,” she finally managed to say, regaining her composure.
Without hesitation, Shen Fei handed her his DSC card.
She bowed slightly and motioned for him to follow.
They walked through a quiet corridor until they reached a spacious exam room. Inside were several long tables, each arranged with books, parchments, and alchemy tools.
At one end of the room sat a composed, middle-aged man dressed in traditional alchemist robes—Alchemist Huang.
The receptionist approached him and spoke politely, “Master Huang, Young Master Shen Fei is here to take the apprentice examination. He has already paid the fee.”
Huang looked up, his expression neutral—until he heard the name. His eyes flickered with intrigue.
“Ah, Shen Fei,” he said with a courteous nod and gestured toward an empty exam desk. “Please, have a seat.”
Shen Fei sat down, surveying the array of materials with calm confidence.
“Select any ten question sheets from the table,” Master Huang instructed, “and complete them within one hour. You may begin when ready.”
Shen Fei paused for a moment, then raised his head.
“Master Huang,” he said respectfully, “would you be willing to choose the ten sheets for me? I wish for there to be no doubts. I want this test to be beyond reproach.”
Huang raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by the gesture.
“Very well,” he replied, rising from his seat. He carefully selected ten sheets from a random stack and placed them before Shen Fei. Once done, he returned to his chair, his gaze now sharper and more focused, observing Shen Fei closely.
No words were exchanged.
The room fell into silence.
It was time to prove himself.
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