Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 232: Fucking Wind Spirit Sect's leader

Wang Li's forces surged through the remnants of the devil sect, driving the last of the invaders out of the Wind Spirit Sect. The once-pristine grounds were marred by battle, but victory was theirs. As the smoke cleared and the last echoes of battle faded, Wang Li's eyes were drawn to Feng Yue.

She stood at the heart of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Her long hair, dark as midnight, cascaded down her back, disheveled yet mesmerizing. Her clothes, tattered and bloodstained, clung to her body, accentuating her alluring curves.

Wang Li's gaze roved over her, taking in the graceful lines of her figure, the way her robes hugged her slim waist and flared over her curvaceous hips.

As he approached her, Feng Yue turned to meet his gaze. Her eyes, wide and bright, were filled with a mixture of relief and something else—something that sent a thrill through Wang Li. She was a sight to behold, even in the aftermath of battle, her beauty undiminished by the chaos around them.

Wang Li stepped closer, his presence commanding her attention. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You fought well, Feng Yue," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "But I couldn't help but notice how dangerous things were getting for you out there."

Feng Yue blushed, her eyes darting away for a moment before meeting his again. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that Wang Li found irresistible. He moved closer still, his hand slipping around her waist, drawing her body against his. She gasped softly as his hand slid lower, caressing the curve of her buttocks with a possessive grip.

"And after all the help I've given you," Wang Li whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "I think I deserve a little… reward."

Feng Yue's breath hitched, her body tensing at the boldness of his touch. She stared up at him, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. The shock of his words and actions seemed to paralyze her for a moment, but then she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I… I will please you, Sect Master Wang. You have done so much for my sect… I… I want to repay you."

Wang Li's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled ever so slightly in his arms. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his smile a mix of amusement and desire. "Then I'll come to your chamber later, Feng Yue," he said, his voice laced with promise. "We'll have a proper… celebration."

Feng Yue swallowed hard, her gaze locked on his. There was a spark of excitement in her eyes, despite her attempts to remain composed. She nodded again, her voice firmer this time. "I'll be waiting for you, Sect Master Wang."

As the sun set and the night descended over the Wind Spirit Sect, Wang Li prepared himself for the night ahead. He knew that Feng Yue's offer was more than just gratitude; there was genuine desire behind her words. The thought of what awaited him made his blood stir with anticipation.

When the time came, Wang Li made his way to Feng Yue's chamber. The night was silent, the air cool and still. As he approached her door, he could feel his heart quicken with anticipation. He knocked softly, and the door creaked open almost immediately, as if she had been waiting for him.

Feng Yue stood before him, dressed in a sheer, flowing robe that did little to hide her voluptuous figure. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Wang Li's gaze roamed over her body, taking in the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the soft, milky white skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"Come in," she said softly, stepping aside to let him enter.

Wang Li stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving her. The chamber was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. The scent of jasmine filled the air, a subtle but intoxicating fragrance that heightened his senses.

As the door closed behind him, Wang Li moved closer to Feng Yue, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped as their bodies pressed together, her soft curves molding perfectly against his hard frame. Wang Li leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Feng Yue responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their kiss deepened, growing more passionate with each passing moment. Wang Li's hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft skin, tracing the contours of her curves. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her robe, the way her breath quickened as his hands explored her.

Wang Li broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, his hands sliding lower to cup her buttocks, squeezing them gently. Feng Yue moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. He lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the large, plush bed that dominated the center of the room.

He laid her down gently, his hands moving to untie the sash of her robe. The fabric parted, revealing the full expanse of her body to his hungry gaze. Feng Yue's breasts were full and round, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Her waist was slim, tapering down to her wide hips and the soft swell of her thighs.

Wang Li's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was perfect, every inch of her body a work of art. He leaned down, pressing kisses to her collarbone, moving lower to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. Feng Yue gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and teased her sensitive flesh.

His hands continued to explore her body, caressing her curves, tracing the lines of her hips and thighs. Feng Yue moaned softly, her body writhing beneath his touch. Wang Li could feel her desire growing, the way her body responded to his every caress, every kiss.

He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach, his hands spreading her thighs apart. Feng Yue bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as Wang Li's mouth found her most intimate place. He kissed and licked her with skill and precision, driving her to the brink of madness with his touch.

Feng Yue's moans grew louder, her hands clutching at the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Wang Li didn't stop, didn't relent, until she was trembling beneath him, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

Only then did he pull back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. Feng Yue lay panting on the bed, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed with pleasure. She looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.

Wang Li smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now it's my turn," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He stripped off his robes in one fluid motion, revealing his muscular body. Feng Yue's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her breath hitching in her throat. Wang Li moved over her, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her.

Feng Yue gasped, her back arching as he entered her, filling her completely. Wang Li groaned, the sensation of her tight, wet heat driving him wild with desire. He began to move, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of them.

Feng Yue moaned his name, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he drove her higher and higher. Wang Li watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved beneath him, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the way her face contorted in pleasure.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss, his hips moving faster, harder, driving them both toward the edge. Feng Yue's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as she neared another climax. Wang Li could feel his own release building, the pressure mounting with each thrust, each moan, each gasp.

With a final, powerful thrust, Wang Li sent them both over the edge. Feng Yue cried out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. Wang Li groaned, his own release hitting him with the force of a tidal wave, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

For a moment, they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Wang Li could feel the pounding of his heart, the lingering pleasure still coursing through his veins.

Finally, he rolled to the side, pulling Feng Yue into his arms. She nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her body still trembling slightly. Wang Li looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his lips as he stroked her hair.

"Thank you… Sect Master Wang," Feng Yue whispered, her voice soft and breathless.

Wang Li chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "No need to thank me, Feng Yue," he murmured. "You were… exquisite."

Feng Yue blushed, but she smiled up at him, her eyes filled with warmth.