My Xianxia Harem Life

Fay’s scream filled the room as her pussy clenched around his tongue, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. A flood of ecstasy surged through her, her body convulsing as she came—hard.

She couldn’t control it. She couldn’t stop it. And Riley—oh, Riley—was right there to take it all in.

He drank her down eagerly, his tongue never slowing, savoring every drop of her release. The sensation was unbearable, overstimulating, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more.

Her body trembled violently, her breath ragged, her mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure. She had never felt so drained, yet so utterly satisfied.

Riley finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he licked them, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He looked up at her, his smirk full of wicked amusement.

"Delicious," he murmured.

Fay could only lie there, gasping for breath, her body still shuddering in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She had never felt this way before.

And she knew, without a doubt—this was only the beginning.

Or at least, that’s what Fay thought.

The next words from Riley shattered all her misconceptions.

"You’re healed, Fay. You can go back now and live a long, good life," he said, his tone distant, almost indifferent.

Fay blinked in confusion, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of his words. She had braced herself for a different outcome—for a price, a demand, or at the very least, an explanation.

Yet Riley was already walking away, his back turned to her as if this was nothing more than a trivial matter.

She opened her mouth to speak, to ask him what had happened, but before she could, his voice drifted back to her, carrying a weight that made her chest tighten.

"I’m sorry it had to be this way. Please don’t tell anyone how I healed you."

And then, just like that, he was gone.

Fay sat in stunned silence, her fingers curling around the fabric of the sheets beneath her. She was healed.

There was no pain, no weakness, no lingering trace of the affliction that had nearly claimed her life. She looked down at her hands, the color returned to her skin, the vitality coursing through her veins.

It felt surreal—almost like a dream.

How?

She had no knowledge of the method Riley had used, but his reluctance to speak of it made one thing clear: it wasn’t something meant to be known.

A forbidden technique? A lost art? Or perhaps something far more taboo?

Her thoughts raced, but there was no time to dwell on them. Outside, voices rose in alarm.

"Where is Fay? What did you do to her?!"

The sharp demand came from Daoist White Snow, her voice edged with panic.

Fay could hear the tension in the air, the heavy footsteps, the unspoken fear of the disciples who had been waiting outside.

Daoist White Snow was not just her protector—her very life was tied to Fay’s well-being. If something had happened to her, the consequences would be dire.

Fay took a deep breath and stepped forward after quickly getting dressed.

"I’m here, Aunt White Snow," she called out, her voice carrying strength she hadn’t felt in days.

The gathered disciples turned as one, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Fay stood before them, no longer pale and fragile but brimming with life. Her once ghostly complexion was now flushed with color, her presence a stark contrast to the frail figure they had last seen.

"You’re… healed?" Daoist White Snow asked, her tone betraying both relief and suspicion.

"Yes."

That single word sent another ripple of shock through the crowd. Disciples exchanged glances, struggling to comprehend how such a miraculous recovery was possible.

But Fay’s focus was elsewhere. Her gaze drifted past them and landed on Riley.

He stood there, calm and composed, as if nothing remarkable had occurred.

A strange feeling stirred within her—a mix of gratitude, confusion, and something deeper she couldn’t quite name.

Then, as if coming to a decision, she moved forward.

With deliberate steps, she crossed the distance between them and, under the astonished gazes of everyone present, bowed deeply before him.

And then she knelt.

"Please accept me as your servant, Young Master Riley. I will keep my promise."

Silence fell over the courtyard, thick with disbelief.

The disciples of Hidden Sword Valley were frozen, their minds struggling to process the scene before them.

"This… this can’t be!"

"Fay!"

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Even Daoist White Snow looked as though the ground had just been pulled from beneath her feet.

But Fay remained where she was, her head lowered in unwavering resolve.

Whatever the truth behind her healing, whatever the mystery surrounding Riley—none of it mattered now.

She had made a vow.

And Fay Ironwood never broke her promises.

Daoist White Snow tried everything to change Fay’s mind. She argued, pleaded, even invoked the sect’s honor, but it was all in vain. Fay remained resolute, her expression unwavering, her decision firm.

In the end, neither she nor the disciples of Hidden Sword Valley could do anything to stop her.

A heavy silence hung in the air before Daoist White Snow finally exhaled and turned to her disciples.

"Go back and report everything to the sect master," she instructed, her tone sharp with finality.

The group hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances. This was not the outcome they had expected. Fay was not only their junior but the sect master’s cherished disciple. How could they return without her?

One of the men stepped forward, his voice cautious.

"What about you, Senior?"

"I am Fay’s Dao Protector," she replied firmly.

"Of course, I will fulfill my duty and stay by her side."

The disciples still seemed reluctant, but they knew better than to question her further. With deep bows, they took their leave, moving swiftly into the distance, their figures soon disappearing from sight.

Once they were gone, Daoist White Snow turned her attention back to Fay. The young woman stood tall, her determination unshaken.

She was no longer the frail girl clinging to life—there was strength in her stance, conviction in her gaze.

What was even more shocking was that Fay was happily massaging Riley’s shoulders at that moment.

"The sect master won’t be happy," Daoist White Snow thought, feeling a headache coming on.