Chapter 14: Chapter 14 – Essence Sharing

“Now, should I wear some clothes….”

I muttered that to myself, standing there in my new god-like body, still buck naked and feeling like a king who’d just conquered his first real battle.

The chamber hummed around me, like it was waiting for orders.

Snapped my fingers again, testing this shit out.

Walls shifted like living things, expanding outward with a low rumble.

First up, a whole wardrobe section unfolded—racks of clothes from emperor silks to some modern-looking suits I’d never seen in this world.

Leather, velvet, all that fancy crap, colors changing as I looked.

Not bad.

To the side, a kitchen popped open—counters gleaming, stoves fired up with qi flames, shelves packed with meats, fruits, spices that smelled like they’d make your mouth water and your dick hard.

Next to it, a wine bar—bottles of every color, labels promising shit like “Eternal Ecstasy Elixir” or “Lustfire Brew.”

Perfect for loosening up a girl… or an army.

More snapped into place: rooms with silky bedsheets and perfumes that hit you like a seduction spell, cabinets full of oils and toys that screamed R-18.

Even a strategy den with maps that shifted like they were alive, showing paths to power, wealth, women.

The whole place screamed greed, pleasure, ambition—everything a man could want to build an empire of sin.

Behind the bed, a huge mirror formed, gilded edges glowing.

I stepped up to it, ignoring the two naked beauties sprawled out under the sheet for a second.

Damn, the reflection staring back was a beast—Greek god shit, ripped muscles everywhere, abs like carved stone, broad shoulders that could carry the world.

Skin smooth and golden, black hair falling just right, eyes sharp enough to cut glass.

Beard trimmed perfect, adding that rugged edge.

My cock hung heavy, even soft—nine inches of pure dominance.

Smirked at myself. “Not bad, old man. Not bad at all.”

Turned to the wardrobe, grabbed a black suit and tie—sharp, modern, felt like it was made for me.

Slid it on, the fabric hugging every muscle without binding, comfy as hell but screaming power.

Tucked my hands in the pockets, struck a pose.

Yeah, this was the look—elegant killer.

The ring on my finger pulsed, the chamber ready to fold up.

But first, a rustle from the bed.

Mei Ling was stirring, sitting up slow, rubbing her eyes.

She blinked at me, then her gaze dropped—probably checking if she was still “intact.”

Her hand flew between her legs for a quick feel, face going pale.

“Who the fuck are you?!” she yelped, yanking the sheet up to cover her tits, eyes wide as saucers. “Where’s Tianlong?!”

Didn’t wait for an answer—turned and shook Lin Yue awake. “Wake up! There’s a stranger here!”

Lin Yue groaned, eyes fluttering open.

She sat up, the sheet slipping a bit, her jiggling boobs bouncing as she shook off the sleep.

Rubbed her head, warrior instincts kicking in fast.

Looked at me, scanned my qi—matched perfectly.

“Tianlong?” she whispered, voice shaky.

I nodded, keeping it cool.

Tears hit her eyes like a flood.

She launched off the bed, arms wide, body slamming into mine.

Her tits jiggled wildly as she jumped, pressing hard against my chest in the hug, head burying into my neck.

“What the hell are you made of? I don’t get you at all.”

Rubbed her back, feeling her curves mold to me. “It’s fine. I know you both deserve better than some old fart like me—someone stronger, more capable.”

They both flinched like I’d slapped them.

Mei Ling was piecing it together now, memories flooding back.

She pulled back a bit, eyes glistening.

Lin Yue smirked through her tears, whispering, “No man could’ve held back in that mess.”

Smirk tugged at my lips. “After all, I ain’t just any man, am I?”

“Y…yes, you are Emperor Tianlong,” she said, slowly retreating with her head down as if embarrassed.

Suddenly, she noticed something.

Lin Yue, but when she realized, she bolted upright too, tits jiggling free before she snatched at the sheet. “The fuck? Where are our clothes?!”

“W-What?! I’m naked!” Mei Ling yelped, yanking the sheet up to cover everything, face going red as a tomato.

They both scrambled, trying to wrap themselves, looking soft and confused—like kids lost in a candy store that turned out to be a trap.

I chuckled, snapping my fingers again.

The wardrobe shimmered, spitting out two outfits.

“Here,” I said, tossing them over.

For Lin Yue, a floral silky skirt—light and flowing, the kind that tightened around her boobs like a second skin, pushing them up and out, while the bottom cascaded like a waterfall over her thick ass, hugging the curves but flaring just enough to tease.

She caught it, frowning. “What the hell is this? Feels… weird.”

She pulled it on, the fabric clinging to her athletic body, accentuating those firm D-cups and toned legs, the skirt riding up her thighs as she tugged at it awkwardly.

For Mei Ling, a pencil skirt—sleek and tight, wrapping her curvy figure like a glove, squeezing her perky C’s and hugging her plump ass so close it looked painted on.

She stared at it, shocked, still glancing at me like I was a stranger. “This… this isn’t like anything I’ve worn.”

She slipped it on right there, the skirt molding to her rose-glow skin, her boobs straining the top, ass popping out as she adjusted, looking all innocent and sinful at once.

I leaned in close to Mei, my breath brushing her face. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She blushed crimson, cheeks heating up as my presence hit her. “N-No… you just look… different. So different.”

Lin Yue snorted, still fiddling with her skirt. “Are you nuts? Can’t you see he went through body reconstruction? The guy’s a walking miracle now.”

Mei Ling’s eyes widened, piecing it together. “Indeed… you did. But how…?”

I teased, stepping closer, voice low. “Do I not look good?”

My breath grazed her skin, making her shiver, that naive spark in her eyes turning to something hotter as she dressed in front of me, too flustered to hide.

Lin Yue glanced down, adjusting the skirt that clung to her like a lover’s grip. “Is there nothing underneath to wear? Feels… exposed.”

I shook my head, casually sliding a drawer shut that held all the undergarments—bras, panties, the works. “Nah, this is the style here. Deal with it.”

They both awkwardly tugged at their outfits, skirts riding up, boobs bouncing as they moved.

Lin tried changing the topic, wandering around.

“What is all this stuff anyway?”

She poked at a cabinet, pulling it open—and froze.

Inside: butt plugs shaped like jewels, chains with clamps, dildos in every size, vibrators humming faintly, whips, cuffs—the full R-18 arsenal.

“What… what is this?!” she yelped, grabbing a shiny dildo and hurling it away like it burned her.

clatter

It clattered across the floor, and she retreated, face scarlet, bumping into Mei who peeked over and gasped.

It took at least two hours for us to roam around within bathroom, training area, everything… It was a damn.

“This… this is a palace!” Mei stammered.

I smirked, crossing my arms. “Indeed it is—a pleasure palace.”

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