The sun had set over the Azure Dragon Continent, but the Pavilion of Drunken Immortals was just waking up. This was the most exclusive establishment in the Sect City, a place where spirit stones flowed like water and morality was left at the door.
In the back of a luxury spirit-beast carriage, Feng Wuya sat comfortably, swirling a glass of amber wine.
Sitting across from him was Su Qingyue.
She was trembling. Not from cold, but from the sensation of the "outfit" she had been forced to wear.
It was a Cheongsam, but it was a mockery of the traditional garment. Crafted from Shadow-Gauze, the fabric was a deep, smoky black that appeared solid in dim light. But under the bright glow of Spirit Lanterns—like those in the Pavilion—it became translucent.
The dress had no back, dipping dangerously low to the curve of her spine. The slits on the sides went all the way up to her waist, held together by flimsy golden chains. Every time she moved, the white curve of her hip and the side of her thigh were exposed.
She wore no underwear. Feng Wuya had burned them in front of her.
"Stop shaking," Feng Wuya commanded, his eyes roaming over her exposed legs. "You are rattling the carriage."
"It... it feels full..." Su Qingyue whispered, her face a mask of scarlet shame. She shifted uncomfortably on the leather seat, a small gasp escaping her lips.
"It is supposed to," Feng Wuya grinned.
Before leaving, he had inserted a string of Nine-Linked Spirit Beads into her rear passage—the same passage he had brutally stretched in the Room of Reflections. The beads were made of cold jade, growing progressively larger. Five of them were currently inside her, stretching her sphincter, weighing her down. The remaining four hung out, a tail of shame hidden beneath the flimsy skirt of the Cheongsam.
"Tonight, I am meeting my associates," Feng Wuya said, leaning forward to grip her chin. "Young Master Han of the Sword Sect and Young Master Zhao of the Merchant Alliance. They have always admired the 'Ice Goddess.' They have always wanted to know what lies beneath those white robes."
"Please..." Su Qingyue begged, tears welling in her eyes. "Don't make me... don't show them..."
"I won't show them," Feng Wuya lied smoothly. "You will show them. Tonight, you are not the Holy Maiden. You are my pourer. My cup bearer."
The carriage stopped.
"Remember, Qingyue. If you spill a drop of wine... I pull the beads out. Right there in the dining hall."
Su Qingyue's eyes widened in horror. "I... I will be careful. I promise."
The private room on the top floor of the Pavilion was a haven of debauchery. Incense smoke drifted in the air, masking the scent of expensive food and arousal.
Two men sat at a low table made of drift-wood.
Han Li, a man with a scar over his eye and a cruel smile, heir to a brutal Sword Clan. Zhao Fugui, a fat, greasy man draped in gold, son of the continent's wealthiest merchant.
They stood up as Feng Wuya entered.
"Brother Feng!" Zhao Fugui laughed, his belly jiggling. "You kept us waiting! We heard you crushed that ant Ye Chen at the tournament."
"Just taking out the trash," Feng Wuya said dismissively, taking the seat of honor at the head of the table.
Then, Su Qingyue entered behind him.
The room went silent.
Han Li's wine cup paused halfway to his mouth. Zhao Fugui's small eyes bulged.
"By the Heavens..." Han Li breathed. "Is that... Su Qingyue?"
She stood in the doorway, the light of the spirit lanterns cutting through her dress. The Shadow-Gauze did its job. To the men, her silhouette was clearly visible beneath the smoky fabric—the curve of her waist, the heavy swell of her breasts, the dark shadow between her legs where the hair had been shaved off.
She kept her head lowered, clutching a golden wine ewer. The jade beads inside her ass felt heavy, dragging at her insides, forcing her to clench her muscles just to keep them from slipping out.
"Come here, pet," Feng Wuya snapped his fingers. "Pour wine for my brothers."
Su Qingyue walked forward. Her gait was stiff, unnatural. The beads rubbed against her prostate with every step, sending jolts of confusing pleasure-pain up her spine.
She reached the table. The smell of the men—sweat, alcohol, and lust—assaulted her nose. She was the Ice Goddess. These men were trash she wouldn't have deigned to look at a week ago. Now, she was serving them.
"This... this is unbelievable," Zhao Fugui stammered, his eyes glued to the slit in her dress as she leaned over to pour. The golden chain strained, revealing the creamy white flesh of her hip and the lack of any undergarment string. "Brother Feng, you actually tamed the Ice Phoenix? I heard she was unapproachable!"
"She was," Feng Wuya smiled, reaching out to stroke Su Qingyue's flank as she poured. His hand slid effortlessly through the slit, touching bare skin. "But heat melts ice."
Su Qingyue flinched at his touch but didn't stop pouring. Steady. Don't spill. Don't let him pull the beads.
"Look at that face," Han Li sneered, leaning back and spreading his legs. "She looks so aggrieved. So noble. It makes me want to ruin her."
He reached out and grabbed Su Qingyue's wrist.
"Ah!" She gasped, nearly dropping the ewer.
"Let go, Han," Feng Wuya said lazily. "She's shy."
"Just a touch, Brother Feng," Han Li laughed, rubbing his thumb over her pulse point. "I want to feel the skin of a Holy Maiden. Is it true what they say? Is she cold to the touch?"
"Find out," Feng Wuya permitted.
Han Li grinned. He pulled Su Qingyue closer. She tried to pull back, but the movement caused the beads inside her to shift violently. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"Oh?" Han Li raised an eyebrow. "What was that sound? Is the Ice Goddess feeling hot?"
He released her wrist and boldly placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it up through the slit of the dress. His rough, calloused palm scraped against her sensitive inner thigh.
Su Qingyue froze. She looked at Feng Wuya, pleading with her eyes. Stop him. Please.
Feng Wuya just sipped his wine, watching with a twisted amusement. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing her reduced to a communal object of desire.
"Higher, Brother Han," Feng Wuya encouraged.
Han Li's hand went higher. He brushed past her hip. He grazed the bare skin of her buttock.
"No... please..." Su Qingyue whimpered, her legs shaking.
"She's trembling!" Zhao Fugui laughed, leaning over to look closer. "And look! The dress! I can see her tits!"
It was true. As she leaned over, the neckline of the Cheongsam gaped slightly. Her breasts, heavy and pale, swung free. The nipples were hard, rubbing against the rough gauze.
"Turn around," Feng Wuya ordered suddenly.
Su Qingyue stiffened. "Master...?"
"I said turn around. Show Brother Zhao your back."
Slowly, agonizingly, Su Qingyue turned her back to the table. She faced the wall.
The back of the dress was non-existent. Her spine was a beautiful, elegant line. But below that...
The dress was cut so low that the top of her butt crack was visible.
And there, glistening in the lantern light, was the jade chain.
"What is that?" Zhao Fugui asked, squinting. "Jewelry?"
"Pull it," Feng Wuya said to Zhao.
Zhao Fugui's eyes lit up with a greedy, perverted light. He reached out with his greasy, ring-adorned hand. He grabbed the end of the jade chain that hung down between her legs.
"Don't!" Su Qingyue cried out, clutching the edge of the table.
"Pull," Feng Wuya commanded.
Zhao yanked.
POP.
The fifth bead, the smallest one inside her, slid out.
"AAAAHH!" Su Qingyue shrieked, her back arching. Her sphincter convulsed, trying to hold the rest in, but the lubrication and the weight were too much.
"By the Gods!" Zhao Fugui stared at the jade bead covered in clear oil and mucus. "You plugged her? You actually plugged the Holy Maiden's asshole?"
"Keep going," Feng Wuya said, his voice dropping an octave. "There are four more. Bigger ones."
Han Li stood up, his face flushed with excitement. "Let me try!"
He grabbed the chain from Zhao. He didn't pull gently. He ripped it like he was starting a lawnmower.
POP. POP.
Two medium-sized beads flew out.
"NNNGGGGHHHH!"
Su Qingyue's legs gave out. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, presenting her backside to the room. Her dress hiked up, exposing everything. Her ass, red and glistening, was gaping open, the jade chain dangling from her twitching hole.
The sight of the "Ice Goddess"—the woman every disciple in the sect dreamed of marrying—on all fours, drooling, with anal beads hanging out of her, broke something in the room. The air became thick with lust.
"Look at it twitch!" Han Li shouted, pointing. "She's loving it! Look at the juice dripping from her pussy! She's wet!"
Feng Wuya stood up and walked over to her. He placed his boot on her head, pressing her face into the carpet.
"You see, gentlemen?" he announced, looking down at his creation. "Reputation is a lie. Beneath the white robes and the cold stare, she is just a bitch waiting to be broken."
He reached down and grabbed the remaining chain.
"The last two are the biggest," he whispered to the room. "The Grandmaster Beads."
He pulled. Slowly.
Su Qingyue sobbed into the carpet. She felt the massive jade sphere dragging through her intestines, stretching her ring to its absolute limit.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm just a whore... I'm just a whore..." she babbled, her mind fracturing under the shame.
SCHLLLUUUUP.
The final beads slid out with a sickening, wet sound. Her hole stayed open, a gaping red tunnel that refused to close, quivering in the cool air.
Feng Wuya held up the dripping beads like a trophy.
"A toast," he said, raising his glass. "To the fall of the Su Clan. And to my new pet."
Han Li and Zhao Fugui cheered, raising their cups, their eyes devouring Su Qingyue's exposed, ruined body.
Su Qingyue lay there, exposed, humiliated, and utterly defeated. She didn't try to cover herself. She couldn't. She simply lay in the fetal position, listening to the men laugh at her, feeling the cold air on her wet skin.
Feng Wuya looked down at her. The Eye of Sin flashed.
[Ding! Event Complete: The Banquet of Shame.] [Target: Su Qingyue. Status: Socially Ruined (Internal). Dignity: -100%.] [The "Ice Goddess" persona has been obliterated.] [Destiny Points +3000.]
"Get up," Feng Wuya kicked her lightly in the ribs. "The night is young. My friends haven't inspected the front yet."
As Su Qingyue dragged herself up, tears streaming down her face, she realized the wedding night wouldn't be the beginning of her hell.
She was already living in it.