My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley followed his usual daily routine—enjoying life with his women and friends. They talked, laughed, and indulged in everything this vast xianxia world had to offer.

From lavish feasts to serene strolls under moonlit skies, from heated spars to idle conversations over wine, every day was an experience to savor.

Life, of course, could always be better, but Riley had long since abandoned the pursuit of endless improvement for the sake of it.

He had learned something far more valuable: contentment.

In his past life, he had chased after things that never truly fulfilled him, always wanting more, always feeling like something was missing.

But here, in this second life—a gift beyond measure—he had everything he could ever ask for. Strength, power, wealth, loyal friends, and beautiful women who cherished him.

He had lived, loved, and conquered, and in return, he had been rewarded with a life most could only dream of.

As night fell, a cool breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the delicate paper lanterns that lined the pathways. Riley found himself standing before Bianca's door.

Unlike the past, where he might have seen her out to give guidance or training, tonight had a different meaning. He lifted his hand and knocked gently.

"Come in," came Bianca's calm yet inviting voice from inside.

Riley pushed open the door and stepped in. The warm glow of candlelight bathed the room in a soft amber hue, casting flickering shadows along the walls.

The faint scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with a subtle trace of something sweeter—something distinctly Bianca.

And then, he saw her.

Bianca stood near the bed, completely bare, her supple skin illuminated by the candlelight. Her body was perfection—full, curvaceous, and utterly intoxicating.

Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, accentuating the delicate curves of her figure. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, filled with both nervous anticipation and resolute desire.

Riley felt his blood heat instantly, his heart pounding in response to the sight before him. Desire surged through him like wildfire, but years of discipline kept him grounded.

Before giving in to his instincts, he extended his divine sense, scanning for Amelia's presence.

He quickly located her with Veronica, the two of them settling into sleep. Bianca had planned everything carefully, ensuring they would have this night to themselves.

He was grateful for that.

Still, one question remained, and it was one he had to ask.

"Are you sure about this, Bianca?" His voice was gentle yet firm. "There's no rush. I can wait if you need more time."

She smiled softly, a mixture of warmth and mischief flickering in her eyes. "I've thought about this countless times, Master. I want to give myself to you—and I'm sure."

That was all the confirmation Riley needed.

In a flash, he moved.

Bang!

One moment, he was standing across the room. The next, he had her pinned against the wall, his lips crashing against hers.

Bianca gasped into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching for him, clinging to his robes as his body pressed firmly against hers.

Her skin was warm, soft beneath his touch, her scent intoxicating. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her curves, exploring, claiming.

Bianca trembled in his grasp, but she didn't pull away—if anything, she pressed closer, surrendering to him completely.

Riley broke the kiss for a brief moment, his breath heavy, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Tonight, you're mine," he whispered.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way," Bianca whispered back.

"Hmmm…" This time, it was Bianca who took the initiative, pressing her soft lips against Riley's in a deep, lingering kiss.

Their mouths melded together, moving in sync, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

At first, her movements were hesitant, a mix of nervousness and excitement, but as the kiss deepened, her instincts took over.

For Bianca, this was her first kiss, yet it felt as though she had already ascended to the heavens. Her entire body tingled with warmth, her heart pounding wildly against her chest.

She was overwhelmed, breathless, drowning in the sheer pleasure of it all. Never had she imagined that something as simple as a kiss could send waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Riley, ever the experienced one, took the lead once more, his lips molding perfectly against hers as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slipped past her parted lips, teasing, tasting, claiming her in a way that sent Bianca's mind spiraling.

The moment their tongues met, a jolt of pleasure surged through her, making her body quiver in his arms.

Their kiss became a battle—neither willing to yield, neither wanting to pull away.

Bianca, though new to this, refused to remain passive. She mimicked Riley's movements, learning from him, adapting quickly.

Her tongue moved shyly at first, meeting his hesitantly, but soon, she grew bolder. The more they kissed, the more she wanted. She pushed forward, eager to give back as much as she was receiving.

Their saliva mixed, tracing glistening trails down their lips, but neither cared. Bianca wasn't thinking about anything else—her mind was entirely consumed by the sensation of Riley's tongue, his taste, his warmth.

So sweet… so addictive… I want more.

Her body pressed against him instinctively, her breathing uneven, her face flushed with heat.

She moved her tongue in a way that was almost sinful, pushing deeper into his mouth, savoring his taste, and the effect on Riley was immediate.

A low groan rumbled in his throat as his arousal hardened against her, pressing against her soft body. Bianca felt it, and the realization sent another surge of heat between her legs.

Her entire body was burning, trembling with an unfamiliar but exhilarating sensation.

She wanted him.

Riley couldn't hold back anymore. His control, usually ironclad, was slipping fast. His desire for her—this beautiful, eager woman beneath him—was overwhelming.

With one swift movement, he lifted Bianca into his arms, his lips never once leaving hers. Their kiss remained unbroken, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressing together in heated anticipation.