My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 68 Border

Everyone turned their eyes to Riley, waiting for his response. His reputation as a powerful yet lethargic cultivator preceded him, and no one dared to interrupt the tense silence.

"I don’t take disciples," Riley said flatly, leaning back against the wooden pillar of his courtyard. His voice carried a casual indifference, as if the weight of the moment was beneath his notice.

"I’m too lazy for that. Please go back and never come here again."

Despite his words, Riley knew the futility of his refusal. The woman before him had already made up her mind long before she set foot in his courtyard.

Her persistence was carved into her determined gaze, one that would not waver even in the face of death.

Eve dropped to her knees, her voice unwavering.

"Please, Young Master Riley! If not your disciple, then let me be anything—your servant, your slave, or even your bedwarmer!" Her declaration rang out with fervor, startling even the other disciples nearby.

Riley let out a slow sigh, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"Why?" he asked, his brow lifting slightly as he looked her over.

"Why are you doing this? With your talent, you could easily become one of the strongest cultivators on this continent. All you need is time to mature, and you’d eventually reach the peak. So why throw that away to follow me?"

Eve met his gaze without hesitation, her expression resolute.

"I know I have potential, but who knows what the future holds? The path of cultivation is filled with tribulations, and I could face countless disasters before I ever reach the top. I might die before I even come close. It’s better to hold onto the thigh of a giant and secure my path upward without fear or uncertainty."

Her voice was steady, but her words revealed the harsh truth of their world. The Nine Cauldrons Continent had birthed countless geniuses and prodigies, yet few of them ever reached their potential.

Most were struck down by enemies, rival factions, or even their own overconfidence. Eve had no intention of becoming just another name lost to history.

More than that, she carried the words of the Matriarch Daoist Silver Sword herself, a figure revered across the continent.

The Matriarch had spoken of Riley with a mixture of awe and fear, warning Eve that his potential was unfathomable. "Do whatever it takes," the Matriarch had told her. "Get close to him, secure his favor, and do not let him slip through your fingers."

Riley stared at her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"Fine," he said at last, his tone resigned.

"Since you’ve forced my hand, you’ll be my bedwarmer from now on."

Eve’s face lit up with triumph. She bowed deeply, her forehead nearly touching the ground.

"Thank you so much, Young Master Riley! I will serve you to the best of my ability," she promised, her voice brimming with gratitude.

"Good," Riley replied, waving a hand dismissively.

"But if you’re going to follow me, I won’t tolerate weakness. Join today’s training session. I don’t want any useless people slowing me down on my cultivation journey."

Eve’s eyes gleamed with determination as she nodded vigorously.

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"Yes, Young Master! I won’t let you down!"

And so, the training began. Riley, who had initially trained three disciples, now found himself with a fourth.

Despite his complaints about laziness, his instruction was precise and grueling, pushing each of them to their limits.

Eve, true to her word, threw herself into the training with everything she had.

The other disciples watched her with a mixture of admiration and envy, whispering amongst themselves about her unwavering determination.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the courtyard echoed with the sounds of their effort, marking the start of a new chapter in Riley’s journey—one that would ripple far beyond the confines of his quiet courtyard.

The training session had finally come to an end, leaving Eve both exhausted and exhilarated.

Despite the grueling exercises and unorthodox techniques Riley employed, she could feel her body humming with newfound strength and vitality.

But the training had also left her hyper-aware of her body, a lingering effect of Riley’s methods. Her clit and pussy was practically throbbing with need at the moment.

Still, Eve wasted no time stepping into her new role. She had been given the honor of becoming Riley’s bedwarmer, a position she took far more seriously than one might expect.

This wasn’t just about warming his bed—it was a chance to prove her worth, to secure her place by his side, and to rise above the countless other hopefuls vying for his favor.

Though she didn’t fully understand the purpose of Riley’s training regimen, she had her suspicions.

During the session, Riley had subjected her to the same intense techniques as his two girlfriends, Katherine and Veronica.

He targeted sensitive points on their bodies with precision, even striking areas most would consider taboo.

The sharp, tingling sensations had left Eve’s body hyper-aroused by the time the session ended, her every nerve alive with an unfamiliar heat.

Despite this, Eve refrained from giving in to her urges. She had never known the touch of a man before and was determined to preserve herself for Riley.

To her, this was more than just discipline—it was a statement of her devotion. Eve knew she was beautiful; men had always looked at her with desire, but she had ignored them all.

She had saved herself for someone truly exceptional, and in her eyes, Riley was that man.

She would be with the greatest and she believed every word that the Matriarch had said to her.

She moved swiftly to his room, her resolve unshaken. The air inside was cool, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from her skin.

Eve methodically prepared the bed, smoothing the sheets and ensuring every detail was perfect. Finally, she shed her clothing, folding it neatly and setting it aside.

Standing there in her natural state, she felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.