My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley wasn’t sure why he did it. He would have to see her soon enough.

But if this small gesture gave her any comfort, he wouldn’t deny her that.

Fay hesitated for a moment, glancing toward his broad back.

Then, with trembling fingers, she reached for the ties of her dress.

The fabric felt heavier than usual as she loosened it, as though weighed down by her apprehension.

The silence in the room was thick, oppressive.

The only sounds were the soft rustling of cloth and her own uneven breaths.

She had never been this exposed before. Never this vulnerable.

A deep flush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip, willing herself to push through the shame twisting inside her.

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After what felt like an eternity, she finally gathered the courage to speak.

"You can turn around now, young master Riley," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment the words left her lips, a shiver ran down her spine—not from cold, but from nerves.

She waited, hands clenched at her sides, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over her.

Riley exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself, then turned around.

"Oh my…" Riley’s thoughts trailed off as his eyes fell upon the blushing beauty before him.

Fay sat on the bed, her posture tense, her delicate hands struggling to shield herself from his gaze.

One arm crossed over her huge delicious breasts, but the sheer fullness of them made her efforts futile.

Her other hand covered the softness between her legs, her fingers trembling slightly as if uncertain whether to hide herself or surrender.

The glow of the lanterns cast a warm hue over her creamy white skin, emphasizing the deep, alluring contrast of her flushed cheeks.

The pink tinge spread from her face down to her slender neck, disappearing into the valley of her chest.

Her breathing was uneven, her lips parted slightly, betraying her nervous anticipation.

She was breathtaking—pure, delicate, untouched.

A temptation no man could ignore.

Gulp.

Riley swallowed hard, feeling the heat surge through his body.

The golden robes he wore now felt far too restrictive, tightening uncomfortably around his waist.

His body responded instinctively to the sight before him, but he forced himself to remain composed.

He was not here for pleasure.

He was here for her.

Taking a slow, steady breath, he pushed down his desires and focused on the task at hand.

"Fay, whatever I do, just know that it’s for your own good," Riley said, his voice firm yet gentle.

"I promise you—when I’m done, the coldness that has plagued you for as long as you can remember will be gone."

Fay’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, her delicate fingers tightening their grip against her skin.

But then, after a heartbeat of hesitation, she nodded.

"I trust you, Young Master Riley."

Her voice was soft, breathy, filled with unshaken faith.

Riley clenched his jaw.

He knew what needed to be done, yet sitting before him was a woman so pure, so fragile, that touching her felt like a sin in itself.

But there was no turning back now.

He reached forward, his fingers brushing against her smooth, cool skin.

Fay gasped.

A shiver ran through her body, but she did not pull away. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut, her lashes trembling as she surrendered herself to his touch.

The coldness within her—an affliction she had suffered from since birth—was the reason they were here.

And Riley, as the heir of an op system cheat, possessed the power to rid her of it.

But the ritual required intimacy.

And for the first time, Riley found himself questioning if he could remain professional until the very end.

Still, Riley did what he had to do.

With measured movements, he approached the bed once more and sat beside Fay, his presence looming over her trembling form.

He said nothing this time. There was no need for words—only action.

His hands moved with purpose, exuding warmth as he reached for her.

"Ahhhh…" Fay gasped the moment his fingers brushed against her arm, the one she stubbornly kept draped across her chest in a desperate attempt at modesty.

The heat from his touch seeped into her chilled skin, sending an involuntary shiver through her body.

Her breath came in slow, uneven waves, her chest rising and falling as she closed her eyes, letting the warmth spread through her.

Her body resisted at first, a reflexive tensing of her muscles as she tried to keep her arm in place.

But as Riley’s heat wrapped around her like an embrace, melting away the cold that had plagued her for years, her resistance faltered.

Slowly, hesitantly, she gave in.

With a quiet, shuddering sigh, she allowed him to move her arm away.

Ding!

Her full, magnificent breasts bounced free, no longer hidden from view.

Riley’s breath hitched slightly.

They were exquisite—round, impossibly soft, with a gentle, creamy glow that made them look almost unreal.

But what drew his gaze most was the way her delicate pink nipples stood erect, already hardened despite him not having touched them yet.

"It’s probably because of the cold," Riley mused, though even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew it was only half true.

His hand moved instinctively, reaching for the nearest breast.

His fingers sank into the supple flesh, his palm molding around her warmth as he gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze.

"Ohhhhh…"

Fay’s moan slipped out unbidden, sweet and breathy, her body betraying her.

Her lashes fluttered, her lips parting slightly as Riley’s skilled fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements.

He kneaded her softness, rolling the delicate weight in his palm, marveling at how warm and pliant she felt beneath his touch.

His thumb traced over her hardened peak, brushing against it with just enough pressure to make her back arch instinctively.

"Ahh—!" She bit her lip, a shudder running through her.

The heat between them was thick, tangible.