The pavilion doors sealed with a soft hiss of flame-lotus essence — no lock, no barrier, just the unspoken agreement that whatever happened inside would stay inside.
Huo Lanyue did not rush.
She circled Xiao Yang slowly, bare feet silent on the warm obsidian floor.
The silk robe had slipped further — one shoulder completely bare, the upper curve of her breast fully exposed, nipple dark and erect in the flickering light.
She trailed a single finger along his jaw, down his throat, stopping just above his heart.
"You're tense," she murmured.
"Afraid I'll burn you?
Or afraid you'll like it too much?"
Xiao Yang caught her wrist — not roughly, but firmly.
"I've burned before."
Her laugh was low, throaty.
"Good.
Then you know how sweet the ashes taste."
She stepped back and let the robe fall completely.
It pooled at her feet like spilled wine.
Her body was obscene in its perfection: breasts heavy and round, defying gravity despite their size, waist so narrow it looked painful, hips flaring wide into thick, powerful thighs that promised to crush or cradle with equal ease.
Between those thighs, a neatly trimmed patch of black flame above glistening folds already slick with anticipation.
Her skin glowed with inner heat — faint embers dancing beneath the surface like trapped stars.
She was not shy.
She spread her arms slightly, letting him look.
"Two centuries without a man," she said.
"I've forgotten what it feels like to be wanted.
Show me."
Su Qingxue and Ling Xue'er stood near the wall — not participating yet, but watching with the quiet intensity of people who had already crossed every line and were curious to see how far another could go.
Xiao Yang stepped forward.
He did not kiss her.
He placed one hand on her waist — feeling the volcanic heat pulse against his palm — and the other on her breast, thumb brushing the nipple.
She inhaled sharply.
"Harder."
He squeezed.
She moaned — low, animal.
He pushed her back onto the wide flame-silk bed.
She went willingly, legs parting as she fell.
He knelt between them.
No preamble.
He dragged his tongue once along her slit — slow, deliberate.
She arched, fingers tangling in his hair.
"More."
He gave more.
He devoured her — tongue circling her clit, then plunging inside, tasting the molten sweetness of her volcanic yin.
It burned his mouth — not painfully, but enough to make his yang essence flare in response.
She came quickly — too quickly for a woman who had waited centuries.
Her thighs clamped around his head, hips bucking, a scream tearing from her throat as crimson flame-lotus petals erupted around them, harmless but blinding.
When she collapsed back, panting, she looked at him with new eyes.
"You didn't burn."
Xiao Yang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'm harder to kill than that."
She laughed again — wilder this time.
"Then fuck me until I break."
He rose over her.
Positioned himself.
Pushed in — slow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch.
She was impossibly hot inside — like molten silk gripping him.
She gasped, nails raking down his back.
"Deeper."
He obeyed.
When he bottomed out, their qi met — his golden yang against her crimson flame yin.
The collision was electric.
A wave of heat rolled through the pavilion.
Xiao Yang thrust — steady, deep, relentless.
Huo Lanyue met every movement, hips rising, legs locking around his waist.
She was loud — unashamed, primal.
"Harder — fuck me like you hate me."
He did.
The bed shook.
Flame-lotuses bloomed and withered around them.
Su Qingxue and Ling Xue'er watched in silence.
Su Qingxue's fingers tightened on Ling Xue'er's hand.
Neither spoke.
When Huo Lanyue came again — harder, screaming his name — her yin essence flooded him.
It burned.
His yang devoured it greedily — refining the fire into something sharper, stronger.
A small notification flickered in his vision — so faint he almost missed it:
Volcanic Yin absorbed: +0.08% Nascent Soul purity.
Progress: 0.08% toward Soul Transformation.
He ignored it.
When he finally released inside her — thick, pulsing — she shuddered, eyes rolling back.
They collapsed together, sweat-slick, breathing ragged.
Huo Lanyue turned her head, lips brushing his ear.
"You're not done," she whispered.
"I want more.
I want everything."
Xiao Yang looked across the room — at Su Qingxue and Ling Xue'er.
Their eyes were dark, unreadable.
But they did not look away.
The night was young.
And the fire had only just begun to spread.