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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 34 Lanrou fell slowly. Pill recipes. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 17:58:08 +0000 UTC“What’s this now?” Shen Fei drawled, his voice low and amused.
“The noble and arrogant Miss Huyan Lanrou, spying on me while I fuck my sluts... and fingering herself in the shadows?”
He turned toward the shelf behind which her presence had long betrayed her.
Lanrou froze.
For a moment, shame and panic threatened to overwhelm her. But then—clarity.
She remembered why she had come here, what she truly wanted. Not just to surrender her pride. Not just to become another slut. But to give herself—body and soul—to Shen Fei.
To become his.
With a deep breath, she withdrew her soaked fingers from between her legs and stepped out from behind the shelf. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes burning with defiance and desire.
“I’m here,” she said, voice steady despite the tremble in her body. “I want to be yours. To be ruined, used, fucked senseless. I want to grow stronger. More beautiful. And I want it all… through you.”
Shen Fei’s lips curled. “So,” he said, voice thick with sarcasm, “the ice-cold heiress has finally decided to melt.”
But Lanrou wasn’t finished. She strode forward, grabbed his hand, and pressed it firmly to her chest—her soft, generous breasts straining against the tight fabric that barely contained them. Her eyes locked onto his, burning with challenge.
“So what if I have?” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to play with me? To tear apart this proud, seductive body with your merciless pounding? To make me scream your name until I forget who I used to be?”
Shen Fei’s cock, which had finally softened after hours of punishing Yang Xin’s holes, twitched back to life. He groaned inwardly.
‘Damn minx.’
Before he could act, a soft chuckle interrupted them.
“Who would’ve thought?” Yang Xin’s voice came from the side, low and amused. “The esteemed young lady of the Huyan family… here, begging to be used like a common whore.”
Lanrou turned, startled by the voice.
Her eyes fell on Yang Xin, still lying sprawled across the desk—completely nude. Her flawless body was littered with bite marks, smeared with cum across her breasts, face, hair, even her navel. A sticky mess still leaked from both her holes, evidence of Shen Fei’s hours-long ravaging.
“And you think you can talk down to me?” Lanrou hissed. “Director of the Alchemist Association, reduced to Shen Fei’s personal fucktoy. Look at you—both your holes leaking like a broken faucet, and you still dare to judge me?”
Yang Xin raised an eyebrow, unbothered, her smile almost playful. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, darling. You’ll understand soon enough… once you’ve been used the same way.”
As the tension flared between the two beauties, Shen Fei’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s enough,” he said sharply.
Both women fell silent, though their eyes still burned with rivalry. They turned their faces away from each other with haughty snorts.
Yang Xin sat up slowly, then reached into her space ring.
She pulled out a clean cloth and began wiping herself down with deliberate grace, her expression calm and practiced—as if she hadn’t just been pounded into unconsciousness not long ago.
Within moments, she summoned a fresh set of robes and dressed herself with smooth, elegant motions.
In mere minutes, she looked composed once more—like the respected Director she had once been. But the heat in her eyes and the subtle flush on her cheeks betrayed what she truly was now:
A beautiful, loyal slut.
And Lanrou?
She was just beginning her descent.
“Lanrou, go back for now,” Shen Fei said lazily, reclining in his chair.
His hand casually swatted her round, firm ass with a loud smack, leaving a red imprint. “I’ll fulfill all your filthy little wishes tonight. I have something important to discuss with Yang Xin.”
But Huyan Lanrou didn’t move. Her body lingered by his side, her eyes flickering with reluctance and silent rebellion.
She leaned in close—her breath warm against his ear—and whispered something only meant for him.
A suggestion so vulgar, so unexpected, that it made Shen Fei's blood stir instantly.
“Hiss…” Shen Fei sucked in a cold breath, his pupils narrowing as he processed what she just proposed.
He turned slowly to face her, then gave a silent nod.
A victorious, wicked smile blossomed on Lanrou’s face.
She looked past Shen Fei toward Yang Xin, eyes gleaming with smugness. The game between sluts had begun.
Shen Fei pulled out a blank book, dipped his brush in ink, and began scribbling quickly across the page.
Lost pill recipes flowed from his hand like divine scripture. His expression was focused, but his body was not.
Not with what was happening below the desk.
Lanrou had already dropped to her knees in silence, her pink hair flowing like silk around her shoulders as she ducked beneath.
Her eyes locked onto his exposed cock—already semi-hard from her whisper, now growing thicker by the second.
She didn’t use her hands.
Instead, she leaned in and kissed the tip—slow, reverent, letting her lips imprint worship onto him.
Her hot breath spilled over his shaft, making it twitch with need.
Then her tongue emerged—wet and eager—as she began to trace slow, teasing circles around the tip, licking it like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.
Her mouth parted, and with a wet suction, she wrapped her lips around the head.
Slurp
Slurp
She sucked, gently at first, letting her lips pop off with soft wet sounds before going in again, deeper this time, slower.
Her saliva coated his shaft in glistening sheen as she began to bob her head—up and down—deliberately.
Shen Fei’s breath hitched. Still writing, but with growing urgency.
Under the desk, Lanrou moaned softly, the vibrations making his cock jerk inside her throat. Her lips stretched wider as she pushed deeper, her throat tightening deliciously around him.
Then—he moved.
His free hand reached beneath the table and tangled in her soft pink locks.
With a rough yank, he set her pace, thrusting into her mouth in smooth, dominating strokes.
The wet, obscene sound of her gagging and slurping filled the room.
Above the desk, Yang Xin stood motionless.
She said nothing, but the tension in her body betrayed her awareness.
She stared at the pages, pretending to focus—but her breaths had grown shallower, her chest subtly rising and falling.
Shen Fei’s cock throbbed with every pass into Lanrou’s eager throat.
She was desperate to please.
Every time he pushed deeper, she let him—her throat constricting around his girth, her eyes rolled up in a daze of lust and submission.
Drool and precum leaked from her mouth, coating his length in messy, slick heat.
Slurp
Gluck
Slurp
Shen Fei groaned. The book trembled slightly in his hand as his other one tightened in her hair.
“Damn… this throat… You were made for this.”
He dropped the brush. Both hands now gripped her skull, using her like a living fleshlight.
Her moans were muffled—nearly inaudible—gargled around his cock.
She surrendered completely, eyes half-lidded, arms wrapped around his thighs, as she let him ravage her mouth.
“Aah… Drink it all.”
With a deep thrust, he slammed his cock down her throat and came.
Hot, thick cum flooded her throat in violent spurts—filling her with so much that she couldn’t swallow it all.
She gagged and coughed, his cock still buried as ropes of seed gushed down her throat and out of her nose.
Cough. Cough.
He finally let go.
Lanrou pulled back, gasping for air—saliva and cum dripping down her chin, trailing along her pale neck and disappearing between the deep valley of her flushed breasts.
Her eyes were dazed but glowing with pride.
Yang Xin finally glanced down and smiled gently.
“It seems Master has found another good, obedient slut,” she whispered, her voice soft and affectionate. “I’m happy for him.”
Lanrou, still recovering, leaned in and cleaned his shaft thoroughly—licking up every drop with her tongue, her mouth kissing it clean like a worshiper at an altar.
She stood, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, then flicked a glare at Yang Xin—who had returned her attention to the manuscript as if nothing had happened.
“Damn bitch. Still acting like she’s better than me,” Lanrou muttered under her breath, stepping to Shen Fei’s side and folding her arms beneath her heaving breasts.
Yang Xin didn’t look at her.
She didn’t have to.
And that infuriated Lanrou even more.
Then Shen Fei broke the silence, voice calm and collected once more.
“It’s done,” he said, placing the brush aside and holding out the completed notebook to Yang Xin.
She accepted it with both hands, bowing her head slightly in respect. Inside were rare and ancient pill formulas—each one capable of revolutionizing cultivation in Glory City.
Formulas that could change the future.
Formulas that only Shen Fei possessed.
“Inside this book,” Shen Fei said with a quiet smile, “are many ancient and lost pill formulas—some preserved through my studies of forgotten languages. But more than half of them… I created myself. All of it—for you.”
Yang Xin, still breathless after examining the pages, gently closed the notebook and tucked it into her space ring.
Her expression was dazed, almost reverent. Then, regaining her usual teasing charm, she tilted her head seductively.
“Does Brother still want to keep his contributions secret like last time?” she asked, voice low, fingers tracing along the collar of his robe.
“No need.” Shen Fei pulled her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist in one swift motion.
His thick, hard rod pressed firmly against the folds of her cunt through the thin barrier of her alchemist robe.
“With my current strength,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot, “I no longer need to fear the Dark Guild… or anyone else.”
He began kneading her large breasts through the fabric, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. “This time, do it in my name. Announce everything—even my earlier findings on the enhanced uses of common herbs. I want the name Shen Fei to be known across Glory City… as the greatest genius alchemist alive.”
“Uuhm… yes, Master…” Yang Xin moaned, her face flushed with heat.
She rocked her hips on his lap, grinding her dripping core along his length through the layers of clothing, feeling his cock pulse beneath her.
Across the room, Huyan Lanrou watched the scene unfold, her fists clenched at her sides, jaw tight with jealousy.
She hated how easily Yang Xin fit into his arms—how shamelessly she moaned and melted under his touch.
But her thighs rubbed together all the same.
Shen Fei pushed Yang Xin’s robe down her shoulders, revealing her creamy, round breasts.
He leaned in, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he bit and tugged gently, making her cry out softly.
Her robe was soon bunched around her hips, and without a word, Shen Fei lifted her and brought her down onto his cock in one smooth, practiced motion.
“Ahh… Shen Fei…” she moaned, her inner walls gripping him like a vice.
She began riding him, slow at first—each bounce making her ass jiggle, her breath grow heavier.
Her firm, heart-shaped ass slapped against his thighs, wetness dripping with every thrust as she took him all the way inside, again and again.
Shen Fei simply leaned back, watching her move.
His hands guided her rhythm, gripping her waist, then her breasts, then her throat. Her body was flushed, dripping, trembling with bliss—but she didn’t stop.
She wanted all of him. Every inch. Every drop.
And he gave it to her—filling her once again with thick, potent seed that made her gasp and shiver.
He didn’t let her change clothes this time.
“You’ll walk out like this,” he said with a smirk. “My scent all over you. My seed still leaking from your cunt.”
Yang Xin only nodded obediently. Her legs shook slightly as she stood, robe barely adjusted. She didn’t mind the slick warmth between her thighs.
She didn’t care that her hair was messy, her breasts marked with bites.
She was still lost in the miracle of those 233 pill formulas. And her master’s touch.
With the book secured and her purpose clear, she left the library without another word, stepping into the awaiting carriage. Her goal: the Alchemist Association.
—
Back inside the library…
Lanrou knelt again, lovingly cleaning Shen Fei’s cock with her tongue, worshiping every inch of his shaft.
But when she began to climb into his lap, he stopped her.
“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly, grabbing a fistful of her pink hair and pulling her back. “My pink-haired virgin slut. I’ll be fucking you tonight… in your private dorm. All night long.”
His eyes glinted with hunger as he leaned down and whispered, “I’m going to mold your insides into the shape of my cock. So don’t act like a desperate whore in heat who needs to be fucked in a public library. Obey.”
Then, without warning, he yanked down her top and resumed biting and sucking her tits. Lanrou whimpered under his attention, her moans soft and filled with frustration and arousal.
When he finally let her go, she staggered to her feet—lips swollen, breasts marked, cunt wet and aching.
Wordlessly, she left the library and headed back to her private dormitory.
Her legs were shaky.
Her thoughts scattered.
Her heart raced with both anticipation and fear—knowing tonight would be the night she truly surrendered herself. Completely.
—
One and a half hours later…
Yang Xin’s carriage stopped in front of the Alchemist Association. She stepped out briskly, robe slightly disheveled, hair still clinging to her neck with sweat. But she didn’t care.
Inside the grand hall, the elders and even the President of the Alchemist Association were already gathered. If this had been a few months ago, they might not have even attended—despite her title as Director.
But everything had changed since Shen Fei’s last anonymous contribution.
The knowledge he’d given—regarding the hidden properties of dozens of common herbs—had revolutionized the way pills were refined.
It made low-cost pills more effective. It elevated entire schools of alchemy. It raised her prestige beyond question.
And now, she carried something even more world-shattering.
Something that would shake the foundation of Glory City.
She stepped forward and stood before them, letting silence linger for a moment.
Their eyes were on her—calm, expectant.
Then, without a word, she opened her space ring.
And drew out the notebook.
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Alazmi Q8
Thanks for the chapter keep up the good work
