“Another Summoner?”

Chapter 175: Su Ruyan, Su Youming, Xue Wuxia, Wan Meidi, Or Xia Sha?

The heavy scent of aged wine and burning incense filled the private pavilion as Emperor Nuo Fu, Holy Son Lin Feng, and Hao Hun drank late into the night. It was nearing midnight, yet the tension from the daytime affairs still lingered beneath the surface of their casual revelry.

Nearby, Su Mei and her estranged daughter, Su Youming, poured drinks for the three men. The two women moved with practiced grace, eventually settling down to play music. Su Mei brought a vertical, end-blown bamboo xiao to her lips, its soft, haunting notes drifting through the room. Across from her, Su Youming rested a seven-stringed guqin across her lap, her slender fingers plucking out a horizontal rhythm that harmonized perfectly with the flute.

For young women of noble or entertainment backgrounds in the Eastern Wastelands, cultivating the arts—singing, dancing, and poetry—was standard practice before they reached eighteen and attempted to form a magic core. It kept them occupied, refined, and ready for high society.

Emperor Nuo Fu set his cup down, the clink of porcelain drawing Hao Hun’s attention. "The Time and Space Secret Realm is a harsh mistress," the Emperor elaborated, picking up their earlier conversation. "It enforces a hard, fixed soul and magic core blocking effect. No cultivator can break through to the Ninth Circle while inside. The only exceptions are Summons, Beastmasters, and Necromancers, who can rely entirely on their external entities."

He took a slow sip. "This Secret Realm is the bedrock of our Empire's wealth. High-tier Time Cores are in staggering demand all across Myst. But do not take it lightly. The foes within are constructs, undead, and bizarre, alien beings entirely foreign to our Thirteenth Plane. History dictates they are completely soulless; not a single Summoner has ever successfully turned one into a summon."

Hao Hun listened, a visible gloom settling over his face. He had initially declined entering this realm. His schedule was already a logistical nightmare.

He still needed to maintain his disguise as King Owen in Atlantis, navigating the dangerous waters ruled by the Mermaid Queen, Atlantis Blue. The moment that farce concluded, they would have to abruptly quit the Academy year to attend the Summer Council Gathering. Now, without a moment to breathe, he was expected to rush straight to the Imperial Capital of the Eastern Wastelands—home of the Heavenly Palace Sect—to enter a high-level gauntlet. He let out a heavy sigh.

Noticing his dark expression, the Emperor inquired, "Are you worried about the Ye family? I suppose you intend to bring Ye Lin along as your concubine to visit them, seeing as she is your pregnant wife?"

Hao Hun blinked, looking entirely innocent. "I don’t know anything about the Ye family. Lin’er never talked about her background. In the sect, we don't dig into a member's past. I didn't make her my woman based on her lineage. I chose her for her looks and her talent."

The confession hung in the air. The Emperor stared in genuine surprise. The music stopped abruptly as both Su Mei and Su Youming froze, their eyes widening. Lin Feng let out a sharp, mocking breath, barely holding back a sneer at Hao Hun's staggering ignorance.

Su Mei was the first to break the silence, a soft, amused smile playing on her lips. "The Ye family is one of the four great pillar families serving directly under the Emperor in the capital. Ye Chen—the man you killed—was the patriarch’s firstborn son. And you married his second child and daughter without an ounce of permission." She chuckled softly. "And here we thought you were executing a brilliant political play to gain the Ye family as your backer. But then you killed their heir... Now it is glaringly obvious you simply had no idea who they were."

Lin Feng couldn't resist rubbing salt in the wound. "My Lin family is also one of those four great families, as is the Su family. You truly are just a brute from the back-mountains, aren't you?"

Ignoring the Holy Son's jab, Hao Hun turned his eyes directly to Su Mei. "Who is stronger? A fully buffed Minglong, or the Ye family? Just asking in case they decide to come after my head."

The sheer, casual audacity of the question sent a visible shiver through the room. Cold sweat broke out on the brows of the attendants. Hao Hun was ready to go nuclear before the conflict had even officially begun.

The Emperor quickly raised a hand to placate him. "Hao Hun, there is no need to jump straight to bloodshed. But to answer your question honestly: each of the four great families operates on the scale and power of a middle-tier sect. Combined, the four of them can comfortably match the might of a single major sect among the Eight."

Hao Hun nodded, digesting the information. He stretched his arms and faked a heavy yawn, deliberately letting his eyes glaze over with artificial drunkenness. He was thoroughly bored of the political posturing.

Seeing the cue, the Emperor turned to his daughter. "Holy Maiden Youming, Hao Hun’s guest quarters are on the way to your own cultivation chamber. Why don't you escort him? Most of the servant disciples have already retired for the night."

"Yes, Sect Master," Su Youming murmured, her eyes shifting to Hao Hun. "Hao Hun, this way."

Lin Feng didn't offer so much as a glare, confirming that the Emperor had explicitly orchestrated or allowed this arrangement. As Hao Hun stood up to leave, Su Mei gave him a sultry, knowing smile. "Holy Son Hun, sleep well. You have a wedding tomorrow. Walk slowly."

Hao Hun nodded back, momentarily pondering the Eastern custom of wishing someone well by telling them to walk slowly.

The ice-walled corridors of the palace were silent and frigid, but the atmosphere between Hao Hun and the Holy Maiden was anything but cold. As they walked side by side, Su Youming drifted closer, her shoulder brushing intimately against his. It was a subtle, hidden display of affection, shielded by the shadows of the grand hallway.

Stopping before a grand set of double doors, she turned to him. "Hao Hun, this is your guest room..." She hesitated, her voice dropping to a shy, coquettish murmur. "Do... do you want me to show you the room's amenities before I leave?"

Hao Hun stepped into the lavish suite. It was sprawling and cozy, easily matching the grand scale of the quarters occupied by Xia Sha and Gu. His eyes swept over the massive, silk-lined bed, the private restroom, and the attached cultivation chamber.

Su Youming lingered at the threshold, twisting her body with a playful, teasing reluctance, pretending she couldn't dare enter a gentleman's private quarters without an explicit invitation.

Amused, Hao Hun decided to tease her back. "I dare not invite you in, Holy Maiden. The Emperor is sleeping in this very same building, after all."

A flash of irritation crossed her beautiful features. Her father had explicitly told her she could spend the night if she wished, and she was clearly upset that Hao Hun wasn't playing along with the script. But just as she opened her mouth to complain and stomp her foot, a shadow materialized from the darkness of the corridor.

A figure stood directly behind Su Youming. Before the Holy Maiden could even register the presence, a super-faint purple powder hissed out from a tiny, concealed tube. The powder dissolved into absolute invisibility the moment it neared her face.

Su Youming’s eyes fluttered. The world spun. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Hao Hun rushing forward to catch her collapsing body.

Hao Hun caught her deftly, pulling her limp form against his chest. His hands accidentally cupped the full weight of her impressive F-cup breasts as he stabilized her. The intruder slipped into the room behind them, smoothly shutting the heavy doors. With a flick of her wrist, she slapped several high-grade security talisman arrays onto the frame, sealing the room from any outside surveillance.

Hao Hun looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Su Mei? Why are you here? Um... isn't knocking out the Emperor's daughter going to cause a massive problem for both of us?"

Su Mei offered him a deeply sultry, unbothered smile. She walked over, gracefully taking Su Youming from his arms. Prying her daughter's jaw open, she slid a small pill down her throat. "She will sleep peacefully until morning," Su Mei explained smoothly. "The Emperor wanted her to crawl into your bed tonight to get herself pregnant. I had to knock her out to derail their little plan."

She laid her daughter down on the edge of the bed, then turned back to Hao Hun, a faint, dangerous tinge of jealousy flashing in her crimson eyes. "Tell me, Hao Hun... do you actually want her instead of me?"

Hao Hun didn't answer with words. He closed the distance between them, stepping up directly behind Su Mei. His hands slid around her slender waist, pulling her mature, voluptuous curves flush against his front. "Why would I want a mere girl when I can have a real woman?" he murmured against her ear. "Your body is exactly what my Pure Yang Body craves most in all of Myst... Su Mei, can I?"

Her back melted into his chest, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Hao Hun didn't even wait for a verbal answer; his hand had already slid beneath the rich fabric of her robes, cupping the warm skin beneath.

"Ah~ Hao Hun~ I... I want it," she breathed, her voice turning thick with arousal. She tilted her head back against his shoulder. "If... if you want me to become Su Youming, I can let you feel what she is like? I can change for you."

Hao Hun wrapped his lips around her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. As he did, he watched in fascination as Su Mei’s body began to shift and warp in real-time to match the unconscious woman on the bed. The breast resting in his palm visibly enlarged, filling his hand to overflowing, and when she spoke again, her voice perfectly mirrored her daughter’s cadence.

"Hahn~ If you don't want her, I can do Su Ruyan, Xia Sha, Wan Meidi, or even Sect Master Wuxia if you like? I will be absolutely anything you want me to be..."

Hao Hun’s hands stalled. His kissing stopped. A sudden wave of discomfort washed over him. The thought of her copying his wife, Wan Meidi, felt fundamentally wrong—a line he wasn't willing to cross. Had it just been Su Youming's body, or some stranger he had never met, he might have indulged in the shapeshifting roleplay. But this hit too close to home.

He pulled back slightly, his voice dropping to a serious, deeply sincere register. "Can you copy a woman I actually want to make love to? Her name is Su Mei. She’s a beautiful, mature woman whom I find absolutely perfect. I don’t want to think about other women when I’m inside you, Mei."

Su Mei froze. The sudden halt of his frantic advances had startled her, but his words struck a critical, overwhelming hit straight to her heart. Deep down, she secretly found the act of mimicking other women to please men disgusting. Hearing him reject the fantasy entirely in favor of her true self overwhelmed her with a rush of intense affection.

She turned around in his arms, her body instantly reverting back to its natural, magnificent form. Her steel-blue hair flowed over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes burned with newfound desire. Reaching down, she unclipped a silver Succubus Locket from her neck and tossed it onto a nearby table.

"Thank you, Hao Hun," she whispered softly.

"For what?" Hao Hun smiled, his hands tracing the line of her hip. "I just think your mature body is captivating. I only want to make love to you... though, if I’m being completely honest, part of the charm is definitely the fact that you’re the Emperor’s wife."

Su Mei wasn't offended by his brutal honesty; in fact, the raw, unvarnished truth of his lust only excited her more. She began shedding her clothing with frantic grace, her fingers quickly moving to strip the garments from his body as well.

"I have one final form," she murmured, her breath hot against his chest. "A form I have never shown to a single soul in Myst. Not even the Emperor. I am willing to share it all with you, Hao Hun."

Hao Hun leaned down, capturing one of her perky nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue. "As long as you don't put those clothes back on or sprout a penis, I will accept any final form you have, Mei," he joked against her skin.

She giggled, a rich, throaty sound, as they stood naked at the side of the bed. Hao Hun’s hands dug deep into the flesh of her plump buttocks, squeezing them with the eager, heavy grip of a first-timer.

"This is my Half-Succubus body, Hao Hun..." she whispered, her voice shifting into a hypnotic, ethereal purr. "I am about to become far more erotic in your arms, lover."

Fwoosh!

With a sudden, soft rush of displacement, a pair of leathery, midnight-black demon wings—spanning the size of a high-tier vampire's wingspan—sprouted elegantly from her shoulder blades. Two tiny, obsidian horns pushed through the hairline of her forehead, and a slender, prehensile black tail with a sharp spade tip whipped out from her tailbone. Her manicured nails elongated slightly, turning pitch-black and dangerously sharp.

But it was her eyes that changed most drastically—the crimson irises began to glow with a faint, intoxicating pink light. The ambient succubus pheromones flooded the small space. Instantly, Hao Hun’s Pure Yang Body reacted violently, his erection stiffening until it felt like a rod of solid iron.

Su Mei placed her hands on his broad shoulders. Her wings flared slightly as she noted his stunned gaze. Slowly, deliberately, she raised one long, beautifully toned leg, hooking it high around his waist. She guided him down, letting the weeping tip of his iron-hard length press firmly against her dripping, swollen slit.

Looking up at him, a rare flash of vulnerability and fear of rejection crossed her glowing eyes. "Hao Hun... are you truly willing to sleep with a monster?"

Hao Hun desperately wanted to laugh aloud and flaunt his true title—the Father of Dragons and Monsters—but he strictly reminded himself that right now, he was playing the role of Hao Hun. He needed to keep his mouth shut.

With a raw, wet, sliding sound, he gave her his answer without uttering a single word. He grabbed her hips and drove himself violently forward, burying his massive erection entirely inside her scorching, wet folds, plunging deep until he hit the very root of her womb. At the same instant, he crashed his lips down onto hers in a fierce, breathless kiss.

He would never sleep with a pure, treacherous succubus. But a half-breed whose heart he already possessed? It was go-time.

Su Mei let out a muffled, ecstatic shriek against his mouth. Her second leg flew up, locking tightly around his hips as he lifted her completely off the floor. Holding the full weight of her shaking bottom, Hao Hun began to ruthlessly pound into her depths, his movements fueled by pure, unadulterated sexual passion. Her newly awakened succubus biology seemed to feed directly on his Pure Yang energy, stoking the fires of their coupling into an inferno.

He carried her over to the grand bed, his hips never pausing their relentless, deep rhythm. As he laid her down right beside the blissfully unconscious form of her own daughter, he roared in a low, dominant growl, "I’m going to fill you up and get you pregnant one day, Mei! Now, tell me—on your back, or on all fours?"

Su Mei was desperately pulling his face down for another kiss, her mind melting from the sheer friction of his massive size stretching her open. She knew exactly what tactical concerns he had, and she panted heavily between kisses, "You can only... ah! You can only hurt my wings and tail if you possess the power of the Tenth Circle, Hao Hun! So toy with me... toy with me any way you want! And if you get me pregnant, we will cross that bridge when it comes... Oh shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!"

As her back arched violently off the silk sheets, her internal walls clamped down in a fierce, crushing orgasm. Hao Hun let out a low grunt, his endurance breaking under the intense, magical suction of her half-demon flesh. He drove himself into her one last time, pinning her down as he violently ejaculated, pumping wave after wave of thick, hot seed deep inside her writhing womb.

The sheer thrill of making mad love to a gorgeous Half-Succubus, with her own sleeping daughter lying just inches away on the very same mattress, was incredibly lewd, taboo, and utterly amazing.

For the rest of the night, Hao Hun knew he had finally found a sexual equal to Camila. Su Mei, in her final form, was an insatiable, perfect match.